NEXT: Casey Hallas @ The Flagstaff Folk Festival

The Flagstaff Folk Festival takes place on June 28th and 29th, 2014 at the Coconino Center for the Arts and Arizona Historical Society Pioneer Museum, and proudly showcases the best in folk and acoustic music in Arizona and beyond. For more info go to flagfolkfest.org or call (928)-606-2064.

WMD
Casey's Corner

Color is a Whore

Five feet above you
And coming to the stores,
Color is a whore.

The librarian is old,
Our books are getting warm;
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster,
Like my mother said;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle;
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I see;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I sing.

Marching bands are bored;
Swords swallowing a sword.
Color is a whore.

I’m playing with the Dead,
Will retire when I’m ahead
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster
Like my mother says;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle.
Color is a whore.

Pend Oreille

Highway 95.
4 by 4 is on.
The biggest lake, mama, in Idaho.

Don’t want to say it wrong.
Your waters quietly sun-bleach
the sunken trees and submarines.

Yet I dare not say your name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

Of you I said I’m fond –
Before I moved out West.
A bird of death now drawn forever on your breast.

I look into your eyes –
The bottom of my steps;
I cannot catch my breath, I cannot say it back.

Yet I dare not say her name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

I said goodbye to Sam
Gone back to Oklohell.
Wyoming on my mind – shooting ne’er-do-wells.

Pend Oreille
I ask your name.
In waves of gravity
My body falls away,
My body falls away.

yet I dare not say your name
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille