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Time To Bide

by Monty Bevins

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1.
Be Here Now 04:30
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Those streets all disappear into a porcupine horizon Something new and shining arrives to feast your eyes on 7 years of running away, fester in the disarray Clickidy clack the hooves at your back Bearing down with tickets to the merry go around In town for one night only And the drum keeps marching the feet 'til your heart don't beat on it's own When we drove away from the lights of a burning You would show me a way to always stay on a heading for home Learning to be here now Time for diving down to find the missing child alone and crying out For someone to listen like she did Forgive me for drowning you out but I find movement relieves me of drought Like a rolling thunder cloud Spiralling leaves of crimson and british racing green Fall on the roof of the house, when the winds from the south whisper through the eucalyptus trees The bay is filled with pebbles painted by the levels of lava in the ground Just before you go I've finally come to know how lucky we are to be around Flying through the atmosphere at 67,000 miles every hour
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Catalina 05:34
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The Other Side 04:53
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I wonder who decided to plant these ones in the ground I think back to the time that you first heard your own true sound And stood around those that circled, wondered how on earth oh I see the ridge it curves around, some grow straight and some go down into Seas of green and trails of yellow, blazing through like the fellow Feeling on the other side It's a matter of pride Keeping it all inside I can see it's not been easy being you Working out your way through Well the years roll on, and the canapy song fades They all grew strong but so did the throngs of shade Your glade awaits the feelings you can't escape the ceiling you bear the weight of I can see it's not been easy being you Working out your way through Leaves once green and driven by the fuse, fall around your boots, Now your notice all the roots Grief for the last to leave ya, said that they believed ya as you waved them on their way What else could you say? Cutting it fine, making straight lines over the glass Pieces of time go fast I can see it's not been easy being you Working out your way through
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Night Don't End 03:59
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I recall the evening very well A closeness not deserved We reminded you of him later we learnt Whiskey on the bar Night Don't End Pool and table tennis Other nights they menace me, like he did From the bottom of from the bottom of his skids Tomorrow will go back to normal but tonight we're just kids Clean the fellas off the table This beats what comes through the cable Warmth only a mother can provide But some things you can't hide Every now and again he comes crawling I hope you're doin alright without him tonight
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Fly Mama 03:33
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All of that life was for Your journey up the riverbed Deft hands and hungry mouths Awaiting on her up ahead Honed in and homeward bound Living like a long assumed dead they say Bones and flesh are all we've got left and The sky is cut and spilling red All the weight of the flow now How it hurts when you slow it down All the light of the water How it moves when you speed it up Oh won't you... Fly Mama fly to the source of your chosen river Fly Mama fly with the force of all that life within you Chorus chords Fly Mama fly to the source of your chosen river Fly Mama fly with the force of all that life within you Instr. They told me this was the place I'd lay my body to rest But watch me now as I turn around and go Down down river to the open ocean again again again
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Elderado 04:59
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Desert road, broken down, elderado Billowing smoke and hissing sounds Side of the road and pissing out Oil agh the buzzing flys, sweat pours into his eyes Native American wise messenger men Dust in the distance a misfit band of most unlikely friends Fire in their dust tins, swords and their ten pins Flying high above them as they sing A little further down the road, wrangling with all he's owed In a suit from long ago, wishes he could somehow slow But trailing him on all fours, poised and set to dig its claws Jumps up on to his back, shadow's on the attack Native American wise messenger men Arrive on wild horses a misfit band of most unlikely friends Fire in their dust tins, swords and their ten pins Smile while attempting crazy things Set one loose from the pack, one they had out the back Taking off in midday heat, shadow falls underneath Hand in hand, 4 or 5, reasons to stay alive Never straying staying sound, steady companion found Native American wise messenger men Off in the distance a misfit band of most unlikely friends Fire in their dust tins, swords and their ten pins Flying high above them as they sing
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Country Dog 05:56
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Time To Bide 06:26
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Hokia ōu maunga kia purea koe e ngā hau o Tāwhirimātea Rise early, mission to untame these days that all burn the same Pack all the embers down I'll be back in town, just a few days Out into the crispy dawn, the day is born and holding Still as glass what a day for the pass, headed west on Highway 73 Diesel hums the engine as I narrow my intention, man of very few Radio plays nothing at all, with the window down to hear the call To the young, waterfalls among, boulders in ravines, every shade of green Goes flickering past in my periphery cast their long shadows across this wonderland Follow the fenceline down to the river, like a border it flows before me Shimmers and sparkles among deep and dark pools that whirl themselves around My plunging feet for it looks to me like I've found a way across I can feel myself unravelling inside, with time to bide, and open It's me again, I can breathe in, haven for the humble in these hills I've come seeking refuge from the wrecking ball Where tomorrow and yesterday mean nothing at all High pitched organ sounds across the stones Like blood over bone Crystal blues turn green then gold as they carry on up to the alpine snow Glistening blankets, draped over these black, serated crests Hawks circle overhead, carry the spirits of the dead over the tops We're on the path here to the leaping off but I carry my own I wash my hands in the stream That trickles out to sea
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Lean In 06:20
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Long haul flight, through the night And tho' you'd arrived, your soul was still in motion Somewhere out across the sea Making it's way on back Sparking frays on the tether Darkened days how the weather can turn everything to mud Trade the rainbow plume, raid your old fortune for the vile of blood Getting tired of tagging along Only one way to get through Clear the stage of all the props Kill the phase to all but one spot, centre and front Come on and put your bent on it, a grand reinvention of the days you keep Stand up and put your stake in the ground, some solid land you can camp out on And set the dogs free Come on and lean x3 ... into it and through it you'll see I've seen your face all over the midnight screen Making a show out of loneliness and fame I've heard a hundred times I'd rather be laying low where nobody knows my name Beads on the window as it rains, gathering up enough weight to race each other down The old man swears he can't sing, dancing in the ring as a rodeo clown Your native tongue, your mother sung you to sleep with That ladders rung that you have clung on to, until now heedless
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Distant Hum 03:38
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Moving through the floor just like a ghost, seasons of change Two herons make their way out to the coast, to their morning river post To think I could lay asleep to all of it There's a tight knit pack of tiny waxing lyricals And the dotterols are back from Alaska oh what a miracle flight Some were born to fight, and when the corners tighten You hear their feathers start to whir To think that I could lay asleep to all of it And if you listen close enough There's a distant hum starting up Staring down the line of a runway For the very first time ready, aim, fire

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Following on from the 7 years of constant touring that fuelled the EP 'Traveller", Monty's first 2 years as a father have defied him to delve deeply into what slowing down might uncover.

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released August 12, 2021

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New Zealand based folk-soul touring musician

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