From the recording Evening From Hillcrest
Traitor’s Moon comes from the depth of night, when I laid in bed listening to the shunting of box cars and trains passing through my home town from far off places. The punctuation of their whistle, long and short filled me with romantic longings that I could never pursue. Ribbon track clicking here to a big wheel tune, was the first line that stayed with me for weeks and finally set this song in motion.
FREDRICK BROOKS - LEAD VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR
JOY BROOKS - HARMONY VOCALS, PERCUSSION
ROBBIE GRUNWALD - KEYBOARDS, BASS
JOEY LANDRETH - ELECTRIC GUITAR
CHRIS PEZZARELLO - DRUMS
Lyrics
TRAITOR’S MOON
There’s a midnight train - passes my hometown
With box cars from Memphis and Sante Fe
And a romance for anyone down that line
Can you hear that whistle blow?
Can you hear - hear it cry?
Now it’s the end of my time marked by this Traitor’s Moon
Ribbon track clicking here to a big rail tune
And the sparks they are rising as the coyote yips
As the night grows cold - I can feel it’s grip
Now I’ve never been to Memphis - never been too far
When I hear that night owl scream it pulls at my heart
Oh I cannot find my way there - it holds no truth
Still I hear that whistle moan - hear it - hear it cry
I hear them shunting in the moonlight
Silhouettes on the page
Setting up our Colville run to end our days
It’s our dance to fruition on the holy night
And I touch my lover’s skin and hold on tight
So I lay here in my dark room with the stars shut tight
I can see feel that seamless sky in some far off night
I’m dreaming - I’m falling - I’m out of control
Just a white light down that steel rail
With no place left to go
No place x3
Yip Yay
© Fredrick Brooks