Christopher Eckart: Coffee and Beer, Forest's Bones

Christopher Eckart is offering these songs to be fired in the Forge on April 9th. Remember any and all comments, responses, feedback and critiques are welcome here or on all the posts.

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Coffee and Beer

Well you’ve all heard the story of love and alienation
But not a single song about rehydration
I like my whistle wet, see
So you know what to get me
The things that got me here – Coffee and Beer

In the morning I need up, and in the evening I need down
Yes my life’s an elevator run by a clown
Sometimes I need a legal high – for instance at work
And sometimes I want the potion that turns me into a jerk

Coffee and Beer, black and golden
Filling us with cheer
And essential nutrients like caffeine and alcohol
Important drinks
They help us think
Every day all year
I’m drinking coffee and beer

Well folks these days are drinking water cause it’s supposedly healthy
Ten glasses a day – O my lord!
I used to work for a guy
Who drank only rye
Said he refused to drink water cause fish piss in the stuff

Coffee and Beer, black and golden
Filling us with cheer
And essential nutrients like caffeine and alcohol
Important drinks
They help us think
Every day all year
I’m drinking coffee and beer

Now sometimes on a label, you’ll see a health advisory
But you can disregard and just take it from me
I’ve done some personal research, and the thing that I’ve found
No matter what you drink, you’ll end up in the ground

So drink Coffee and Beer, black and golden
Filling us with cheer
And essential nutrients like caffeine and alcohol
Important drinks
They help us think
Every day all year
I’m drinking coffee and beer

Coffee and Beer, black and golden
Filling us with cheer
And essential nutrients like caffeine and alcohol
Important drinks
They help us think
Every day all year
I’m drinking coffee and beer

The forest’s bones

It’s a long drive to Wolf Lake
And from the bottom everything looks green
But when you get right up that mountain
There’s more mud than forest to be seen

Bare brown earth and piles of twisted roots
Lay scattered in silence all around
Till the cry of one last owl
Leaves me with its dying sound

I’ve got a photograph in front of me
Of the way it used to be
When tall green trees was all the eagle saw
Now there’s a picture burning in my mind
Of bare mud on a mountainside
And not an animal to see it except for me

Buckshot signs and hydro lines
Burnt beer cans in a truck-tire fire pit
What we leave behind is nothing
Next to what we take away

Tall trees fallen – limbs cut off
Their corpses bleeding sap into the mud
Although we try we’ll never touch the sky
Like they did till we cut them down

I’ve got a photograph in front of me
Of the way it used to be
When tall green trees was all the eagle saw
Now there’s a picture burning in my mind
Of bare mud on a mountainside
And not an animal to see it except for me

In our cities in our homes
The forest’s bones are waiting for the end
When waters rise and cities die
They’ll get back to the earth again

I’ve got a photograph in front of me
Of the way it used to be
When tall green trees was all the eagle saw
Now there’s a picture burning in my mind
Of bare mud on a mountainside
And not an animal to see it except for me