Prairie du Chien

by Paul Otteson & Faux Fawn

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released 05 October 2013

All songs written and recorded by Paul Otteson

All songs mixed and mastered by Nathan Edwards

Layout, design, and illustration by Paul Otteson

Paul Otteson - Vocals, Guitar, Miscellaneous Instruments
Jeremiah Nelson - Electric Guitar
Tom McCarty - Upright Bass
Luke Bassuener - Drums
Audre Krull - Vocals, Autoharp
Rebecca Riley - Cello on 3
Doug Hoeft - Trombone on 1

Recorded at SHS Studio

Special thanks to Ryan Casey, and Darci Strutt

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Track Name: The Battle of Prairie du Chien
You may have pressed our Governor Clark with the brass you spin
And though we may wonder, with supplies, what could have been

You had to burn
The Fort we deserved
You had to flee the town
We felt the thirst
In what we had first
The treaty of Ghent sent you out

No men were killed in the days that we fired our rifles hot
Shelby was strong, but her thunder and lightning soon ran out

And knowing our fate
The scars they would blaze
If we stayed the day
With hesitant hand
I laid up our stand
To run away
To fight again another day

You had to burn
The Fort we deserved
You had to flee the town
We felt the thirst
In what we had first
The treaty of Ghent sent you out

You had to burn
The Fort we deserved
You had to flee the town
We felt the thirst
In what we had first
The treaty of Ghent sent you out
Track Name: Marquette & Joliet
Glory to this long and winding river
And to the fortunes it may deliver
With the current at our feet
Let us glide among these autumn leaves

Marquette, with our blades so keen
Think of all we’ve killed and all we’ve seen
Yes, for the glory of His name
Lest we ever, ever feel ashamed

With every turn, the world a golden hue
And every bend, a mystery born anew
If I were wise, I’d steal another day
Break the bark and feel the river sway
But we are bought and ever carried
By the coin and by the men of change

On the shore I can hear the water call
And even now I can taste it as I breath
Track Name: Fort Crawford
This rock is cold
And my lungs breathe
The dampness of
The sweat it needs

The falling trees
Are muffled by
The weight of these
Bricks and lyme
Burnt for strength
As a sign
To those
Who dare cross the line

This rock is cold
And my lungs breathe
The dampness of
The blood it needs
Track Name: Paul Marin
Confined to the North of New England
Where my cruelty and influence among the natives was needed
I found myself, sitting alone in my tent
Cursed by all the places I’d seen young men sent to their deaths

And I laid down my rifle
And I poured out my powder
For those Mississippi eyes
That hair black as earth
And a sweetness that commands my demons
Shed their hurt

These nations know nothing but war
And the blood that they’ve spilt o’re
Old threats, regrets, for a land
For power, understand that I know we brought on this greed
Breath in the coin so others may join in our lust, our deaths, or needs
But in this moment..

I lay down my rifle
And I pour out my powder
For those Mississippi eyes
That hair black as earth
And a sweetness that commands my demons
Shed their hurt

Yes, it’s true
This is a broken
Land that we assumed
Was better off
In the hands of those, the most fortunate; the few
Who were born to take
Until taking is all there’s left to do

I lay down my rifle
And I pour out my powder
For those Mississippi eyes
That hair black as earth
And a sweetness that commands my demons
For those Mississippi eyes
That hair black as earth
And a sweetness that commands my demons
Shed their hurt