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This folk-rock mashup features daring female vocals, a memorable acoustic guitar hook, phat fretless bass, and huge John Bonham-style drums recorded in a pro studio. Lyrics tell the story of an old mill town, the annual carnival, and a traditional way of life that is fast disappearing. Keywords: upbeat celebration lovely hypnotic dynamic driving romantic chainsaws stilts trees lumber pulp paper melodic feedback wah-wah summer mesmerizing luscious sweet fun fresh sexy original unique forest forestry big-top change future past nostalgia hope hopeful lumberjack flannel dress America history
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Lyrics:
there go the tree surgeons
it's time for carnival
whether to be the one who sings
with rusty blades this fall
just take a look at each man's hands
the hands that cut us down
they're the same hands that pull you close
the hands that lift your gown
hey now, hey-ee-yeah
hey now, hey-ee-yeah
just look at me
my hands are open wide
can't get them clean
can't let the seconds slide
our bed is free
my arms are open wide
just look at me
my arms are open wide
there may come a day
when stilts are all we've got
when the trees won't fall for us
when we leave the mills to rot
we'll raise the big top, baby
raise and gather 'round
we'll trade our chainsaws in
and build a better town
hey now, hey-ee-yeah
hey now, hey-ee-yeah
