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Unnameable Radio - 3.35
Shepherd - 3.33
End Of Numbers - 2.52
North Pond Phantom - 3.29
Wild Wild Country - 3.22
The Last Straw - 3.15

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released March 1, 2019

Unnameable Radio
Findlay Napier - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Electric Guitar / Vocals

Shepherd
Findlay Napier - Electric Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals

End Of Numbers
Findlay Napier - Vocals
Megan Henwood - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Joe Henwood - Bass

North Pond Phantom
Findlay Napier - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Vocals / Piano / Rhodes

Wild Wild Country
Findlay Napier - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Vocals
Joe Henwood - Bass

The Last Straw
Findlay Napier - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Electric Guitar / Vocals / Stylophone / Drum Programming

Engineered, mixed and mastered by Joe Henwood at Henwood Studios.

All tracks written by Napier/Henwood 2019
Megan Henwood is published by Knoxsongs Ltd.
Findlay Napier PRS/MCPS
(c) 2019 Dharma Records Ltd

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Track Name: Unnameable Radio
Unnameable Radio

WBAI NYC, unnameable radio
Late shift, night owls, on 60th there’s snow
Mr Fass rolling rasp, red light is on
Dim dials, love lorn, play another song
You think you’ll die of a broken heart
Get on the phone

Stand up don’t hang up
Draw you in to trace you
Tuned in to pass on your last lullaby
Live on the wireless
Say life’s overrated
You’re radio waving goodbye

Poor Stanley’s drought ridden all on his own, drowning in despair
Mixed pills, seltzer, slips away in his chair
Let’s count a minute against the dead air
No ginger tiptoes, no victims here
Gave it away, can’t ask for it back
Lay down the phone

Stand up don’t hang up
Draw you in to trace you
Tuned in to pass on your last lullaby
Live on the wireless
Say life’s overrated
You’re radio waving goodbye

Analog dialog the city is listening
In mentioning East Side you gave us a clue
Stop making sense succumb to your poisoning
You’re not off the hook we’re coming to save you

Micheal Valenti is betting his life he’s gambling sedated,
On 87th, keep stalling, the company’s chased it
Empathy specialist microphone weeps
“Hello I Love You” as Micheal falls asleep
It’s not that I don’t want to live
The Doors close the show

Stand up don’t hang up
Draw you in to trace you
Tuned in to pass on your last lullaby
Live on the wireless
Say life’s overrated
You’re radio waving goodbye
Track Name: Shepherd
The Shepherd (Counting Sheep)

In the middle of March the teuchit storm
At the corner of spring when the first lambs are born
Sun white and staggering, dozy and small
The shepherd is there to take care of them all

Spindle and the spool,
Scour the wild wool,
While we’re counting sheep

The shepherd he watches and nurtures until
Dippings and clippings moved from the hill
Sold at the market to be bred or be killed
When the teuchit returns, new lambs in the field

Wind the wiry fleece,
Cutlet fresh to eat
While we’re counting sheep

But our shepherd wanders far from the herd
Cares nothing for nurture only for yield
While predators circle our shepherd’s asleep
Dogs run among them, scattering sheep

Spindle and the spool,
Scour the wild wool,
While we’re counting sheep
Wind the wiry fleece,
Cutlet fresh to eat
While we’re counting sheep

Door slams hard and shuts out the storm
The shepherd returns with a lamb in his arms
The forces of nature have forced him to nurture,
To tend and to care for and be a good farmer.
Track Name: End of Numbers
The End of Numbers

The end of numbers that fiction I fight
They argue and bicker over whether I’m right
Call me a renegade corrupt the young
As I lay in my grave, the evidence lives on

I believe in infinity decimals roll
I believe in infinity, never grows old
Endless possibility beyond our control
I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds

The end of numbers my god given right
He sent me to tell you there’s no end in sight
They giggle in ignorance their ordinary view
My method, my madness, my cardinal truth

I believe in infinity decimals roll
I believe in infinity, never grows old
Endless possibility beyond our control
I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds

Infinity of infinity
It sounds like a prayer
an unbroken cycle
layer upon layer

Last of my letters from locked up inside
The facts and the figures are boundless in size
They’ve run out numbers to count down my days
There’s no end to numbers so I’ll slip away

I believe in infinity decimals roll
I believe in infinity, never grows old
Endless possibility beyond our control
I believe in infinity
I believe in infinity decimals roll
I believe in infinity, never grows old
Endless possibility beyond our control
I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds
Track Name: The North Pond Phantom
The North Pond Phantom

Took to the woods, packed and headed north,
Drove right through his hometown, didn’t even stop.
Kept on going till he ran out of gas,
Left the car open, keys on the dash.

Conscience got real quiet, as winter it took hold,
Stealing food is easy when you’re hungry and you’re cold.
Never smashed a window, or broke down a door,
Took only what he needed and not a mouthful more

Moon moves the minute hand,
Seasons turn the hour,
Your name becomes a memory,
Nature reclaims power.

For twenty seven years he didn’t say a word,
Only read the Bible once, no opinion of this world,
More locked away than anyone in human history,
They found him in his clearing and they stripped his liberty.

Moon moves the minute hand,
Seasons turn the hour,
Your name becomes a memory,
Nature reclaims power

The electric eyes they planted couldn’t see inside his head,
It wouldn’t really matter if they’d let him go instead.
Back to the bouldered circle, flat floor of magazines,
Morsel, book and flashlight, the life that he had dreamed.

Moon moves the minute hand,
Seasons turn the hour,
Your name becomes a memory,
Nature reclaims power
Track Name: Wild Wild Country
Wild Wild Country

I was a fool and I rushed in
All tangled up in the heat of the movement
Worship the ground he’s walking
Measure up apricot robes I’m coming

One step further out from the drama
One step closer to my nirvana

I am open, I am empty
Take my money make me holy
Underneath an Oregon sky
Show me how to live my life

They’re moving earth they’re building
Beautiful people hollow and yearning
Osho is out in the Wild Wild Country
He’s in a Rolls Royce they’re growing hungry

Get your gun get with the program
Red rats run to protect the big man

I am open, I am empty
Take my money make me holy
Big Muddy gonna hypnotise
Show me how to live my life
Cross my legs and close my eyes
Sign up for a paradise
Underneath an Oregon sky
Show me how to live my life

Stop the attorney silence the weapons
Pure was the journey- ended in poison
Now it’s 84 and it’s over
Carried that can got no closure

One step further out from the nirvana
One step closer to all the drama

I am open, I am empty
Take my money make me holy
Big Muddy gonna hypnotise
Show me how to live my life
Cross my legs and close my eyes
Sign up for a paradise
Underneath an Oregon sky
Show me how to live my life

Show me how to live my life
Track Name: The Last Straw
The Last Straw

Once you seemed like everything we needed
You burn and melt and make us feel light headed
Synthetic we can hold you
We can shape and mould
Nature fails where mankind has succeeded

Now we’re bound together we’re elastic
Your stubborn, stretchy fibres are fantastic
So much love and hate
For polycarbonate
Came with baggage, you are trashy, you’re erratic

Landfill aches, it’s choking every ocean
You stuck around much longer than we bargained for
Suck it up and wave goodbye to poison
Raise your glass and toast the last straw
Raise your glass and toast the last straw

Not quite ivory or tortoise-shell
300 million tons a year to shelve
Use it once and throw it out
Addicted litter lout
Pushing bakelite boulders up a hill in hell

Landfill aches, it’s choking every ocean
You stuck around much longer than we bargained for
Suck it up and wave goodbye to poison
Raise your glass and toast the last straw
Raise your glass and toast the last straw

Your nylon islands multiply relentless
Flushed out to sea or buried underneath us
Digging our own grave
Out of stuff we chucked away
Future toxic towers to rival Everest

Landfill aches, it’s choking every ocean
You stuck around much longer than we bargained for
Suck it up and wave goodbye to poison
Raise your glass and toast the last straw
Raise your glass and toast the last straw

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