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Wealth of Sorrow

by Cahalen Morrison

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Anthony Dyson
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Anthony Dyson I can't safely travel to New Mexico in these COVID-restricted times, but I can remember it and think about it as I listen to this.
Freya Hellier
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Freya Hellier A beautiful telling of a tragic event. Sometimes the truth sounds like poetry. Favorite track: Those Mighty Beasts of Holm.
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narvask Named it as one of our albums of the years at Folk Horror Blog, here is a little of what we had to say:

It’s this haunting yet inspiring image of the world that lingers throughout ‘Wealth of Sorrow’. For me at least, the tales Cahalen Morrison spins are encouraging heart felt truths that drive us on to make more of ourselves. The end result is one hell of an album; one that stands out above those around it and demands to be heard.
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If you were a ship, and I the first mate Out crossing the channels so deep I’d not learn to swim, for if you’d go down Down toward the depth of your fate, I’d soon be there quick in your wake If you were a carriage, and I held the reins Out crossing the badlands so wide I’d not learn to walk, for your axel fails Tied up by those arid chains Our wood and our bones bleach the same If you were a leaf, and I a strong gale All forcing the hold of your might I’d move between the light and toss around time And you’re bound there to follow my tracks For that’s the step in this old crooked dance If you were my own, and how I wish that you were To steer ‘round this whole broken world I’d not learn to love, as forever’s a long time All broke down by life’s weary game It’s enough to be posed in your frame
2.
Last time I saw you It was in the month of May You floated down as a leaf that’s lost its way In days to come I’ll lay broken on the ground Just as a dream Still waiting to be found Does my heart echo In this dark and lonely room Is that the music Of a song that ends too soon Still far away You lay in your featherbed Just as a lady Gone back to sleep instead My heart’s a sparrow Gone cutting up the light I live the silence Of a clear and starry night I’ll build a tower That no one else can climb But through the keyhole Is a man who’s lost his mind And in the shadows A path that longs for light Just as the moon glows With all its milky light I’d fly away To some old distant land And as I prepare On my own legs I stand
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Across you lie in your sticks and stones Across the darkest ocean But here I am all blood and bones So constant in direction Not a compass am I needing What of the sea? She cried so sad What of that sea all storming I’ll build a boat with a rudder deep So constant in direction It will always keep me floating What of the peaks that lie between? What of those peaks all snowing? I’ll dig a trench so wide and low So constant in direction For the quickest i’m returning What of the rivers that roll and flood? What of that water flowing? I’ll build a bridge so strong and tall So constant in direction For the shortest I am traveling What of the wind that blows away? What of those gales howling? I’ll rope the gulls and tight will hold so constant in direction That the clouds will give me pardon What of the plains she cried so long What of that vastness slowing? I’ll cry the tears that’ll flood my way So constant in direction And across it I’ll come sailing What of the silence among the stars? What of that wealth of sorrow? I’ll sing a song so sad and true That the stars will line to light my path, And point me toward your dear affection
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He slipped the loop off the three strand gate And tires clamored off down the track He looked at the fields, at what might have been You can't change the future by looking back No you can't make it rain, or will the wind to stop its blowing Can't change the future by looking back It’s the closest to death, save for dying His shadow lay there flat on the ground He yearned for the rain to come wash it away You can’t tell a story without making a sound You can't slow the day, or knock the world off its axis Can’t tell a story without making a sound She paid a fair price for trouble This lonely world shone bright by the moon She lay still in the ditch, as the buzzards undressed her And the sun made its circles ‘round the room You can't take it back, as the world it keeps on spinning And the sun made its circles ‘round the room In the long dark hours of burden Mornin feels like it's never gonna come The stone of her love lay heavy on his heart Like the horizon beneath the setting sun You can name all the stars, but not their place in the sky Like the horizon beneath the setting sun You can’t choose your fate, or lift the weight of the masses Like the horizon beneath the setting sun.
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When a man has lost his will When a man has lost his will to live It's a dark and Dreary world mmm My mothers gone by illness My father he left by a triggered gun It's a dark and Dreary world Even in the noonday sun The sun it spares the wilderness The moon hangs cold on heavens rope It's a dark and Dreary world All deceived by pulpits hope In ardor and in scarceness A farrow soil 'neath rich and poor It's a dark and Dreary world And there's a lock on heavens door
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When Noah built the ark he said come little lambs now two by two Come now while the sky’s still blue When Noah built the ark he had a hammer and a chisel and a fine saw too Oh lord he hammered and he chiseled like you’ve gotta do But it rained all day, and it rained all night And it drank the sinners, all over Babylon When Noah built the ark he’d been waitin’ for a while for a rainbow sign Lookin’ to the heavens with a jug of wine When Noah built the ark he battened down the hatches and he hunkered on down Oh with the skeeters and the elephants, Glory bound
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With my feet in my boots and my boots in the stirrups swinging down I sit in the saddle pointed just the other way from town I don’t know when I’ll get there but it’ll ease all the hard times that I’ve found But until then I’ll be sitting right up here with no feet on the ground Down in the valley the girls are dipping their toes While the men down at the station cry ‘oh lord, it goes how it goes’ Down here on Jackson the bums are kicking at crows While the ladies of the evening cry ‘oh lord, it just goes to show’ I don’t need money or luck, I sing the song that I chose I sit on the sidewalk believing anything that anybody knows I don’t know when I’ll get there but it’ll ease all the hard times that I’ve made But until then I’ll be sitting right down here laying down in the shade Down in the valley the geese are swimming their eights While the ladies of the evening cry ‘oh lord, you’re choosing your fate’ Down here on broadway the boys are getting up late While the men out in the country walk the broad line between love and hate
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In the year 1918 when the war came tumbling down All men that were spared were home to Scotland bound The foaming shores of France all churned and lay there washed in red The mauled the mamed on a namely ship instead Across the channel wide and to the north she did sail A sea of fire couldn’t slow her down, nor could the strongest gale She sailed away from Kyle of Lochalsh on the last day of the year Filled with all the eager boys, she was Lewis bound to steer The sails were full on the Iolaire, as an eagle spreads it’s wings They cut across the Minch’s deep, feeling rich as any king But as the lights of the harbor came, as a beacon in the night The waves they crashed and the sea it roared and they saw a dreadful sight The captain cried an awful noise, a name they’d heard before Then a sound came thundering like death knocking at your door Below the waves all sleeping still, for nowhere did they roam They’d laid in wait, like some crooked fate, those mighty Beasts of Holm As the sea came rushing in, and the ship was sinking fast Two hundred weary sailors swam and saw their home the last Their leather boots like cannonballs pulled and tugged them down And who the war had spared, the sea it claimed them now In the year 1919, the first of days to come The Iolaire in the harbor sat, for this war had not been won The mast it stood one hundred yards, like a branch up toward the sky The last tree out on Lewis stood, as tall and sad goodbye All the island mothers walked, and combed the windy shores Sons washed up one by one in twos and threes and fours Below the waves all sleeping still, for nowhere did they roam They’d laid in wait, like some crooked fate, those mighty Beasts of Holm
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Far distant, far distant, lies Scotia the brave No tombstone memorial to hallow his grave For his bones they lie scattered on the rude soil of Spain For young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain From the Perthshire Militia we did a volunteer Along with young Foyers that bold halberdier To storm Bridges Castle right before break of day With Young Jamie Foyers leading the way While mounting the ladders for to scaling the wall A shot from a French gun made young Foyers fall He placed his right hand all across his left breast And thus Jamie Foyers his Comrades addressed To you Robert Percy who stands a campaign If goodness should send you to Scotland again You can tell my old father if yet his heart warms His son Jamie Foyers expired in your arms And if a few moments in Campsie I were My brothers and sisters my sorrow to share And alas my old mother, oh long may she mourn Her son Jamie Foyers will never return. “Oh, if I had a drink of that Baker's Brown well, My thirst it would quench and my fever would quell.” But his very live-blood was ebbing so fast, And young Jamie Foyers he soon breathed his last.

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Wealth Of Sorrow was recorded in an old adobe chapel, April 2019 in the remote village of Jaroso on the border of New Mexico and Colorado.

The entire album was tracked live in a day and a half by Erick Jaskowiak with a small mobile recording rig. Ten songs of Cahalen with his guitar, banjo, a wood stove and the wind.

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released September 4, 2020

Cahalen Morrison - Guitar, Banjo and Vocals

All songs written by Cahalen Morrison (Hanktown BMI) except Young Jaime Foyers (Trad., from the singing of Sheila Stewart)

Recorded live and mixed by Erick Jaskowiak in Jaroso, Colorado, April 22 & 23, 2019

Mastered by Dave Sinko, Nashville, Tennessee

Artwork by Niki Sherey (www.nikikeenan.com)

Design and Layout by Matt Ballew

Big thanks to Dave and Kathy Morrison, Chris Kempes, Mark Dudrow, Erick Jaskowiak, Dave Sinko, Niki Sherey, Matt Ballew, Ethan Lawton, Mary and Greg Maass, Kim Templeton, Jim Miller, Nokosee Fields.


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Cahalen Morrison

Originally hailing from the high desert of Northern New Mexico, Cahalen has made a name for himself as a unique voice in American music. Over the past decade touring solo, as a duo with Eli West, or with his band Western Centuries, Cahalen has played shows and festivals all over the world. He is equally at home on guitar, banjo, mandolin, singing three part harmony or unaccompanied. ... more

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