Every Shade of Blue

Gregory Alan Isakov - Dandelion Wine

I notice trees along the highway and beyond
Tempted as I drive to ponder each design
To enunciate its weight in life's green scheme
But each lone specimen evades me as I speed 
Toward unknown peripheries
Of darker and darker
Groves and forests and jungles
Implicating blackness in the blur of green until
Impatiently
I change the station
And watch the road

It’s just a short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It’s just a short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut

In the tangled humps of exposed roots I walk among
In preference to the flat meander of concrete
     sidewalks
No subtle clues of something to do with souls
     impress me now
No metaphoric mazes come to mind to puzzle me
With riddles of the meaning of roots
With the force of things unknown and new
I walk among the tangled roots
Only because the way is straight and short

It’s just a short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It’s just a short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut

Implicating blackness in the blur of green until
Impatiently
I change the station
And watch the road
And walk among the tangled roots
Only because the way is straight and short

It’s just a short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It’s just a short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut
It ain’t nothing but
A short cut


Words and Music (c) 1991, 2003 by Jack E. Morris

Short Cut

Master & a Hound

Tom Freeman: Guitar, vocals 
Dillon Rovere: Percussion 

Mixed and mastered by Andrew Seltzer
Photography by Sammy Freeman

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