From Our new album "Well Beneath the Shell"

Country Engagement

From our new album "Well Beneath the Shell


Gingerale

Shepherd's Song

From our new album "Well Beneath the Shell"

My Running Feet

The fourth track from our self-titled EP of mandolin and dulcimer duets.  

Chris Burrus- mandolin
Nick Burrus- dulcimer 


Frequent Trees

A track from our experimental mountain music album "The Screaming Hollow and Other Hoosier County Favorites" 

Chris Burrus -vocals, clog fiddle
Nick Burrus  -vocals, mouth bow
Matt Maher  -vocals, donkey jaw
Joe Mynhier -vocals, porch stomping 

lyrics:

Look at that bug all full of sin
I ain't ever seen one as big as him

If they get that big beyond the grave
a-crawlin' on down to satan's cave,

I'll say my prayers, I'll pass the plate
If it get me on through that pearly gate


Big Brown Bug

The second track from our self-titled EP.

Chris Burrus- mandolin
Nick Burrus- mountain dulcimer 

Pinwheel Field

Another track from our experimental mountain music album

lyrics:

My wife she get too blamed bossy
when I’s settin' with my possy.
She thinks we’s castin' spells at night—
an by gum by gum she right!

She-folk know the coven's rules
are clear an plain about meddled fools:
Always for morn as the moon-man flecks
Revenge on any young shifter how they least expects!

‘Baccy, drank, and magic through,
so head I home after speakin' news
Dag-blammed possy as I climb in bed
come flyin out the cracks of our chimney head
Spread our floors with moss and mold
and the windows and doors with cotton bolls

Trees grow tall them oaks and ash,
come a time when my honor must be enacted. 

Possy, they get to blammed ripe
when I's settin' with my wife
Claims I's tellin' all their tales of the night
and by gum by gum by gum they right

Midnight Shifter

A track from our experiment folk album "The Screaming Hollow and Other Hoosier County Favorites" 

lyrics:

Well I walked on south to the edge of town
where my father's bones are beneath the ground

There were all these bugs in the moonlit night
and I saw them dancin' on the burial site.

You see, all bug legs like to twist and turn
and if a bug don't got'em he do the Squirm

Now them bones jumped up!! They danced and reeled,
did one step two step click the heel

Showed them bugs now to hop in line,
Now all bug legs gonna stomp in time!

Them bones, oh them bones 
Them bones' oh them bones
Once you held my father's soul
Now he's flown, you're on your own
Once you held my father's soul
Now he has flown, you'r on you're own

Well the crickets won't really much have a go 
but they brung their fiddles to start the show

The grasshopper's ready, think he knows it all 
but them bones brought steps from the devil's ball

Those steps been seen by demon hoards
where the devil goes a cloggin on fiery boards

And the clogs is made of  dragon bone
and the soles is carved of diamond stone

So grasshopper get yeself  down to groove 
cuz you aint ever seen that pair of shoes 

Them bones' oh them bones
Once you held my father's soul
Now he's flown, you're on your own
Once you held my father's soul
Now he has flown, you'r on you're own

See the devil don't dance for the livin' at all
he only comes a cloggin' at the Skeleton Ball

Tonight them bones brung a special treat
if you're watchin' all the hoppin' of them little bug feet! 




Boll Weevilo

We write the music of pinecones, old ships, moss, ancient forests, flea markets, naan bread, shepherd bells, victorian houses, and haunted bridges

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