Talking Cotton (Song 01 (no cotton version)

Keith Cook

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Keith Cook - guitar, bass, keyboards, vocals Leon Russell - drums

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Keith Cook

Keith Cook was the guitarist for the protopunk band Debris with whom he was included in a history exhibit covering the notable rock and rollers from their home

Keith Cook

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Alt Power Pop

Charts

#97 in subgenre Peak #2

Charts

Peak #21

Author

Keith Cook , Leon Russell

Rights

2020

Uploaded

December 16, 2020

Track Files

MP3

MP3 8.9 MB • 320 kbps • 3:54 minutes

Lossless

WAV 59.0 MB (no audio tag)

Story behind the song

Awhile back I ended up with Leon Russell's drum machine. 
I wrote 20 songs around everything left on it and there were 9 that he arranged which are denoted by the number he saved them on the machine as being included in the title, for example (Song 01). 
I also included alternate versions of those 9 songs as instrumentals.

Lyrics

This is where creation begun 
A knoll rises 
The prairies like an anvil 
Hot as the sun 
green belts along the rivers and creeks, linear groves of hickory and pecan, willow and witch hazel. 
All things are isolate On the plain 
Loneliness is an aspect of the land. 

I returned when My grandmother had died 
In the summer the hills seem to writhe in fire 
The grass brittle brown cracks beneath your feet 
Winter brings blizzards, 
hot tornadic winds arise in the spring 
there is no confusion of objects in the eye 
A tortoise crawling the red dirt 
nowhere to go an the plenty of time 

The Rainy Mountain of the Wichita Range 
the stars of the Big Dipper 
I saw for the first time how small it all was. 
It was late at night,A warm wind rose 
I could hear the frogs the river and feel the motion of the air. 
High in the sky a white moon, nearly full 
Now there is a funeral silence  
An those high gray walls have closed in

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