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prairie clamor - the mighty missicedar lyrics

waist deep in the big cruddy
waist deep in the big cruddy
february 2014
q and i skied to brownsdale. a seven mile trek. floating over drift after drift, we saw a speck. a hunk of meat and a fish
we found a fish in a field! nestled between frozen snow drifts! not even a small fish! a big! frozen! fish!
fish!
we made it to our destination in brownsdale, the langtry cafe. we were cold but we made it. (no, we’re not skiing back), but it didn’t matter (just get me a gl-ss of hot water). we knew we had to go back to get the fish. dobbins creek, wolf creek, turtle creek. it doesn’t matter. the fish couldn’t’ve come from any of them. it couldn’t’ve been an ice fisher, it wasn’t even close to a house. next to a giant hunk of meat in the middle of february?? the drifts were frozen. there wasn’t even any snow blowing. zero degrees outside! less at night! even colder!! we knew we had to go back to get the fish. we called sydney. “yo, syd are you there?” “where?” we said, “hey syd, you wanna pin this fish? wanna add it to your insect collection?” she said “yeah!” so obviously we called taylor. taylor! he was gonna carry the fish. we approached the fish. we walked up. crawled up. slowly, the fish rising above the frozen snow and ice. taylor reaching for the fish….
his hand. touched the fish
even frozen solid, its oils poured over his brand new jacket
“oh my god!”
“are you sure you don’t want a bag or something? i’m sure there’s a bag in the car. we can get you a bag.”
“oh well. might as well just wrap it in your jacket at this point.”
that fish… knew things that we didn’t
sydney took it home and buried it in her yard
“i buried it in a snowbank.”
raccoons took it the next night
“dragged it away.”
we’ll never know where the fish came from
“hey guys, look! i put my gl-sses on the fish!”
sometime in your life
at some point in your life
somewhere in your life
at some point in your life
you’ll find out where the highway goes
you’ll know where the highway goes
there’ll be no shotgun shack
there’ll be no shogun shack
at several points in your life
several points in your life
several times in a lifetime
change and forgiveness, next seven exits
change and forgiveness
change and forgiveness, next seven exits
lasting forgiveness…
exit now

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