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"Oregon Trail" - Marian Call

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Published on Feb 27, 2017

"Oregon Trail" by Marian Call
Album: Standing Stones
https://mariancall.bandcamp.com/album...

A song for the Oregon Trail generation.

LYRICS:

And we set out in the springtime with our bindles and our boots
And we reveled in our poverty, abandoning our roots
A brand new path, adventurers
All lonely bold and brave
Breaking free and making do
And telling tales of how we'd save ourselves

'Til everybody else we knew
Had started on the journey too
Then we were not phenomenal, no, we were not phenomenal
We never were phenomenal,
Just part of our whole generation's vague instinctive mass migration
We were not exceptional, no we were not exceptional
We never were exceptional

We were longing longing longing though,
And true
We were dreaming that the world was dreaming too
Ohhhh

Surrendering exceptional to lighten up the load,
We woke up one day to discover that the world was all a road
The walls and chapters disappeared
Around us
And the
World
Was all a road
Was all a road

We bought some land out west
Though nowhere seemed to feel like home
And digging up the yard we found somebody else's bones
Moment that the shovel hit,
We bowed before the things we should have known
For we were not the first ones here
(Course we're not the first ones here)
We never were the first ones here
Just part of our whole generation's
Childish frontier re-creation

We were not adventurers
No, we were not adventurers
We never were adventurers
We were longing longing longing and so lost
We were barely what we needed, and it cost, ohhh

We left our stolen settlement
And did not much look back
No more traveling songs or epic tales
The road a fatal fact

And the GPS, it misdirects, the travel stretches on
With autumn setting in by now and winter just beyond

And we have not found shelter yet,
No, we have not found shelter yet –
We've eaten what we meant to plant –
And the twelve ages of man are circling hungry overhead –

And grandmother would disapprove –

We will make no more miles today.

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