Mud from Ordinary Florist by David Pascoe

I came to the Midwest to put my fury to the test
Before her majesty the mud I took my bow
We were ankle-deep and crazy, and the clouds there sure are lazy
But the people like to dance for the here and now

I don’t recall the feeling, you were drunk and I was reeling
Oh, my mother would be horrified, your father would be proud
And it felt like we were stealing, but the music played for free
So we churned that mud to butter and we sang along too loud

Give me Moe, no we won’t go
to bed until the thunder
makes the music wonder
what it’s ever gonna play
Give me Trey on golden rays
Jesus brought the sunshine
with the souls he saved today

Your hat was slightly tilted and my speech was slightly stilted
Please forgive me if I mumbled, but the magic can’t be slurred
And the corn was far from wilted as it snaked away
I hope my eyes were eloquent to make up for my words

Well the ferris wheel was broken and the weather was outspoken
But the carnies simply giggled as they welcomed us aboard
And the tents were just a token of the life we’d left behind
We will muddle, waddle, wiggle here until we get some more

Safety team assemble, there are shows still left to play
And if the light show keeps on going, then the crowd won’t go away
Though we can huddle here together, it’s too wet to kneel and pray
but if we all just wear some sunscreen
we will see the light of day

The silence in the morning when they vanished without warning
Seeking higher ground and leaving only those who’d learned to fly
We wanted all of the things
All of the time
A little more whiskey and a lot more wine
Better not be sleeping when the weather is this fine

Give me sunshine, give me rain
My swamp is by the river
music will deliver
all of it is worth the pain
We forgot our given names
but we are all together here
and who’s to blame?

Give me Moe, no we won’t go
to bed until the thunder
makes the music wonder
what it’s ever gonna play
Give me Trey on golden rays
Jesus brought the sunshine
with the souls he saved today

• Acoustic
• festival
• fiddle
• folk
• guitar
• mandolin
• singer-songwriter
• summercamp
• San Francisco