Sheep's Clothing

by Wolf Loescher

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1.
04:31
We come from every corner, we speak in every tongue Brought here by a vision of what is soon to come No longer will we stand for hatred, bigotry, and fear The call of peace and justice is what has brought us here The world that we’ve been given is not so large a place That we can stand divided by philosophy and race Wisdom, truth, and beauty dwell in every human heart United we are more than we could ever be apart United we are more than we could ever be apart CHORUS We are carved from the ancient souls of those who came before We take what we've been given then set out in search of more Much less than we could be, much more than we had planned Love is all encompassing, and the circle must expand Love is all encompassing, and the circle must expand The speakers and the wise ones who lead us to this place Call on every one of us to be love's human face To rise up from the shadows, to turn and face the sun To carry on the work that was so long ago begun Each man must look inside himself, each woman make her choice To stand against injustice, to raise a common voice To cast aside the petty fears that chain us to the past To give our childrens' children a legacy that will last To give our childrens' children a legacy at last
2.
My name is Dodge but then you know that It's written on the chart there at the foot end of the of the bed They think I'm blind that I can't read it I've read it every word and every word it says is death So confession Is that the reason that you came Get it off my chest before I check out of the game Since you mention it well there's thirteen things I'll name Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters August 49 North Montana The hottest day on record the forest tinder dry Lightning strikes in the mountains I was crew chief at the jump base I prepared the boys to fly Pick the drop zone C47 comes in low Feel the tap upon your leg that tells you go See the circle of the fire down below Fifteen of us dropped above the cold Missouri waters Gauged the fire I'd seen bigger So I ordered them to side hill we'd fight it from below We'd have our backs to the river We'd have it licked by morning even if we took it slow But the fire crowned jumped the valley just ahead There was no way down headed for the ridge instead Too big to fight it we'd have to fight that slope instead Flames one step behind above the cold Missouri waters Sky had turned red smoke was boiling Two hundred yards to saftey Death was fifty yards behind I don't know why I just thought it I struck a match to waist high grass running out of time Tried to tell them step into this fire I've set We can't make it this is the only chance you'll get But they cursed me Ran for the rocks above instead I lay face down and prayed above the cold Missouri waters Then when I rose like the phoenix In that world reduced to ashes There was none but two survived I stayed that night and one day after Carried bodies to the river Wondering how I stayed alive Thirteen stations of the cross to mark their fall I've had my say I'll confess to nothing more I'll join them now those that they left me long before Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters
3.
I dreamed a dream the other night, a dream o' long ago I saw yin o' the travelin' folk along the open road His step was light, his head held high to catch the scent o' spring An' his voice rang roon the country side as he began to sing... CHORUS O come a' ye tramps an' hawker lads, ye gaitherers o' blo' That tramp the country roon an' roon, come listen ain an' a' I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale, o' sights that I hae seen Far off intae the snowy north, an' south by Gretna Green I've traveled roon the Lothian lan's, I've seen the rushin' Spey I've been by Crieff an' Calander, an' by the shores o' Loch Tay I've watched the rain on the border hills, an' the mist in northern glens An' I've bedded doon beneath the moon in corries naebedy kens An' I'm often doon by Gallowa', an' roon about Stranraer My business takes me aunywhere, sure I travel near an' far For I've a rovin' in my blood, an' there's nothin' I dae lack As long as I've my daily fare, an' a claethes upon my back. I'm happy in the summertime beneath the bright blue sky Ne'er thinkin' in the mornin' at night where I will lie Old barn or byre or aunywhere, or oot amang the hay An' if the weather does permit, I'm happy every day. I think I'll go tae Paddy's Lan', I'm makin' up my mind For Scotlan's greatly altered noo, I cannae raise the wind But I will trust in Providence, if Providence proves true An' I will sing o' Erin's Isle when I come back tae you CHORUS When I'd awoken from my dream the dawn song had begun The birds sang oot their auld auld songs tae greet the rising sun I lay among the shadows, an' I thought o' days long gone An' those wanderin' tramps an' hawker lads whose days are surely done
4.
03:52
Bill Hosie built a plane A survivor from the Schneider Trophy Race Seemed like a nice old guy With his baseball cap and his sun-slit eyes He took the airframe, motor, and wings And restored all the fabric, the floats, and the straps, and things And the shark on banana skis Was heard to roar once more over Cornwall seas In the '27 Schneider Race It was a Supermarine that took first place The year Bill Hosie was born When there were still tall ships sailin' round Cape Horn And the S.5 Supermarine Was the fastest Seaplane the world had ever seen Nearly 300 miles an hour With a Napier inline engine to give her power And her daughters flew in World War Two Their pilots were known as the first of the few When the battle of Britain raged The Spitfire blazed across a history page But Bill Hosie built a dream To haunt the skies with the ghost of a Supermarine And she rose on the steppe again With the spirit of a Schneider Trophy racing plane She took to the cool spring air With Bill Hosie sitting in the pilot's chair She banked along the Cornwall shore Her tail broke away and she flew no more She fell from her flight of grace The year they revived the Schneider Trophy race And the Supermarine.S5 Was the plane that made Bill Hosie feel alive
5.
Well it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay From Pushthrough across to Bois Island. They broach and they sprout and they lift their flukes out And they wave to a town that is dying. Now it's many's the boats that have plied on the foam, Hauling away! Hauling away! But there's many more fellows been leaving their homes, Where whales make free in the harbour. It's at Portage and Main you'll see them again On their way to the hills of Alberta. With lop-side grins, they waggle their chins And they brag of the wage they'll be earning. Then it's quick, pull the string boys, and get the tool out, Haul it away! Haul it away! But just two years ago you could hear the same shout Where the whales make free in the harbour. CHORUS Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting again Free in the harbour; untroubled by comings and goings of men Who once did persue them as oil from the sea, Hauling away! Hauling away! Now they're Calgary roughnecks from Hermitage Bay, Where the whales make free in the harbour. Well, it's living they've found, deep in the ground, And if there's doubts, it's best they ignore them. Nor think on the bones, the crosses and stones Of their fathers that came there before them. In the taverns of Edmonton, fishermen shout Haul it away! Haul it away! They left three hundred years buried up the Bay Where the whales make free in the harbour.
6.
Come all ye young lassies whar hae ye been Sae sleepy and drowsy, I ken by your een In all the wide world, you'll ne'er find a frien' Like the lads that were reared among heather CHORUS Awa' wi' yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls For a dance in the barn's worth ten in the hall Wi' the lads that were reared among heather Tak' a walk roon yer cities, braw buildings ootside Gaze on the splendors and the wonder with pride Fine ships have been built on the banks o' the Clyde By the lads that were reared among heather When the queen needs some soldiers, she kens whaur to send To the mountains and valleys, the hills and the glens Wi' their bonnets and plaids, aye true tae the end Are the lads that were reared among heather Now England can boast of her sweet-scented rose And Ireland can boast of the shamrock she grows But gi' me the land where the clear water flows And the mountains are covered with heather
7.
02:53
Silently the morning mist is lying on the water Captives moonlight waiting for the dawn Softly like a baby’s breath, a breeze begins to whisper The sun is coming, quick you must be gone Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing The promise of another sunny day And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine I do believe that summer’s here to stay Do you care what's happening around you? Do your senses know the changes when they come? Can you see yourselves reflected in the season? Can you understand the need to carry on? Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see So many ways, and oh, so many things Rejoicing in the differences, there's no one just like me Yet as different as we are, we're still the same And oh, I love the life within me I feel the part of everything I see And oh, I love the life around me A part of everything is here in me A part of everything is here in me A part of everything is here in me
8.
Oh as I was a walkin' by the Ugie one day I met Sergeant Kerry by chance on my way He says "Johnny Gallacher, you're a handsome young man Would you cam doon tae the Ugie wi' me for a dram?" Well we sat in the alehoose just takin' oor dram He says "Johnny Galacher, wid you prove you're a man? Wid you list and tak' the bounty and come awa' wi' me Far ower the ocean strange places to see?" He put his hand in his pocket, and a shillin' he drew "Tak' this, my brave laddie, and ye will never rue!" It was then I was listed and a bargain it was made And the ribbons they were brought and put on my cockade And a curse on that sergeant and his lyin' tongue A curse on the day that I follaed a drum One nicht in the guardroom an' the next in the jail With nae' cardboard nor blankets tae wrap mysel' in Bad luck on my uncle, wherever he may be For he was the first man that ever ruined me Had he been an honest man an' had learnt me a trade Then I never would have listed, nor worn the cockade No I never would have listed, nor worn the cockade
9.
CHORUS And if I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a pony I'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean I said me upon my pony on my boat Now if I were Roy Rogers I'd sure enough be single I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale It'd just be me and Trigger We'd go ridin' through them movies And we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail And now the mystery masked man was smart He got himself a Tonto 'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free But Tonto he was smarter And one day said, "Kemo sabe Kiss my ass I bought a boat I'm going out to sea" And if I were like lightning I wouldn't need no sneakers Well I'd come and go whenever I would please And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree And I'd scare 'em by the light pole But I would not scare my pony On my boat out on the sea
10.
Inside every sailor you'll find a young man, Itching to get to sea, soon as he can, To see all them pretty girls, dusky and brown, And to get far away from his boring home-town. Inside every sailor's heart you'll find a girl Who is constant and true, she's a jewel, a pearl, But she's like any other girl, happy or sad, It's just this one's in love with a wandering lad. Inside every kind of ship black, green or grey, There are men with their eyes fixed on things far away, Beyond the horizon, ahead or behind, Will the dream that they're searching for be what they find? Inside every sailor you'll find an old man, With rose coloured memories of where he began, Where he dreamed of pretty girls, dusky and brown, And he longs to get back to his boring home-town.
11.
My name is Robert Wilson, I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin I've been living out of a suitcase now for fourteen days I walked the boulevard in Hollywood I caught a Vegas show that was no good Met a dancer there who starred in a broadway play But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound Believe me, I've been here fourteen days CHORUS Three thousand miles I've come a long, long way Three thousand miles Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to Let's just say I'm old enough to get away Back in school, I found the only written truth On bathroom stalls and telephone booths I studied awhile, but college got in my way I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound Believe me, I've been here fourteen days Have you seen? The world outside is turning And it's yours We were put here for the learning People talk to themselves on Greyhounds Even the driver strains to hear They tell the same forgotten story Will it fall on forgetful ears? Down in Houston on comes this woman With two kids and a bottle of booze And she cracked them both like match heads Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse And I sat with a girl from Boston We were playing cards for cigarettes I lost her name in a poker game But her face I will never forget You never forget the view from these windows Believe me, I've been here fourteen days
12.
When the weeping willow grants you a place to grieve your loss When the fire-crested healer sees your bones of shame When the lowly worm turns silent in a pod of introspection It's then you'll find a voice to reclaim The weeping willow once lay choking with a deadly blight And the fire-crested healer once lay frozen in the snow You, too, will overcome, though your journey will be hard And you must take some fire when you go CHORUS Celebrate your anger, and be baptized in your tears For a wisdom lives within you, as only you can know Prepare yourself for battle, and your flight into the storm And you must take some fire when you go When a thousand fallen heroes turn against you in the dark And your guardian angels here on earth turn a deaf ear towards your cries When you perform great miracles that no one seems to see And your good intentions fall by the wayside When the ice you tread is fragile in the endless winter night And below its frozen surface are the memories within The water will still haunt you until you give it some release As a wound must bleed to cleanse itself again CHORUS Celebrate your anger, and be baptized in your tears For a wisdom lives within you, as only you can know Prepare yourself for battle, and your flight into the storm And you must take some fire when you go Like the kindness of a stranger who sees you safely home Your fury will propel you to that freedom you desire That spark that once eluded you now illuminates your smile And it comes when you take fire When the need for instant comfort leads you to the poisoned stream As it strips you of your armor and lances you with pain When the mask you wear of silence bears a stoic web of scars And there are secrets you no longer can contain When a phantom terror drains you of the life you never knew When your spirit of survival is exhausted to the core When the sadness of unlearning lies behind your tired eyes Of one who's seen it all and then some more

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released March 1, 2020

Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Scooter Muse at Saddell Abbey Studio
Produced by Wolf Loescher and Matthew Williams
Graphic design by Tony Horning
Interior photo by Jacob Lee
Back cover photo by Ken Cannizzo

Lyrics, photos, detailed credits, and more can be found at wololoco.com.

Thanks to...
Christina - the greatest fan of my life. Cidnie Carroll for vocal coaching and encouragement, the Quillin quorum, Grandfather Mountain Highland Games, North Texas Irish Festival, the Piper Jones Band, Sweet Colleens, Paul Broussard @ Leap Studios, Scott Hill, Christopher Smith, Alexander Stewart, Richard & Janell Kean, Alison Madson, Hollywood & Jefe (the focus group), all my Kickstarter backers, and all the talented musicians and recording engineers who contributed to this project.

Dedicated to my friend and musical collaborator Deanna Smith Scotland...
"Love is all encompasing, and the circle must expand."

...and to Neil Ellwood Peart, OC
“We are only immortal for a limited time." "Be your own hero."

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Wolf Loescher Longmont, Colorado

“…like John Denver flew to Scotland and drove to the gig in a Death Cab for Cutie.”

Wolf Loescher is a singer / storyteller based in Longmont, CO. He sings songs and tells stories from the Old World and the New, accompanying himself on his custom 8-string bouzouki (aka “Bouzar” or “Gadzouki”), guitar, and bodhran. He is often joined by his backing band “The Growlers”. ... more

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