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Monica Ann (Cohen) Crigler © CityBird Music BMI 2001
Arranged and Produced by Goats in Trees

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There was a boy in the back yard, he was digging a hole
He had a strange affection for seedlings
And he was all up on xylem and down in the phloem
It was all so revealing
We can talk about plant life or your life or my life
Or the ways in which we all grow apart
But sooner or later we'll be compost for the new life
And we'll cry, cry a lullaby

I caught the motion detector pick up on some movement
He was getting an eye-full
Those wide-angle lenses, they narrow your senses
And keep you up on that fly,s wall
We could talk about your view or my view or get an overview,
Or anything that gives us a little perspective
But sooner or later these lines will converge in a fine, fine lullaby

Now all these ladies are up high in their slippers and
They're laughing like seagulls
Trying to catch a big fish or maybe reel in a skipper
And give him with an earful
We can talk about houseboats or lifeboats or dreamboats
Or other vessels that keep us afloat
But sooner than later your ship will come in with dry, dry lullaby

I knew an old lady, she popped like a balloon
She was so full of hot air
She said “get your make believe friends outta my room or I,ll
Lock the door with them in there!”
Now we can talk about helium or valium or delirium
Or anything that carries us away
But sooner or later I will meet my maker and I'll sigh, sigh a lullaby

Silence settles like dust in the room
I have strange affection for evening
And with the darkness my movie begins
And I,m pretty sure I,m not dreaming
But now the priest on the road holds the end of a rope he says,
“Do I have to tell you again?
Every severed end is a story untold
And you don,t have to know how it ends”

So fly, fly like a feather
My, my, I'm alone
Tie, tie us together
Bye bye goes the rope

credits

from The Golden Thread, released September 1, 2014
Jason Crigler: Acoustic, nylon string, and electric guitars, pedal steel guitar, vocals
Monica Crigler: Acoustic guitar, vocals
Jeff Hill: Acoustic and electric basses, vocals, 12 string guitar, tres
John Mettam: Drums and percussion, vocals
Ted Reichman: Organ

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Goats in Trees New York, New York

Goats in Trees started in Brooklyn NY in 1997. Jason Crigler, Monica Cohen, Jeff Hill, Tony Mason & John Mettam, the band started playing regularly in and around New York. This allowed them to build a following and gain airplay among East Coast college radio. They recorded three albums: When the Morning Comes, Smoke and Mirrors, and The Golden Thread. ... more

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