This session was recorded in June of 2007 in Memphis, Michigan.

It has been busy here lately, but we always will take time to illuminate the words we sing and how life is and we heard its beautiful when the leaves turn themselves to the ground and the sun sets for each and every soul that wishes it to do so or were you not there either/or as a famous man once said were glad you could make it into our family and glad you've accepted us into yours imaginary rabbits we had ourselves quite a plan living off the fat of the land but it don’t always work out like it should imaginary rabbits and dead mice living our life vice to vice but it don’t always work out like it should since we lost our jobs in weed me and lenny busy skinnin' seed 'cause it don’t always work out like it should tempted but the devil in curly blonde hair wicked in her ways with her evil eye stare 'cause it don’t always work out like it should they caught him touching curly's wife it don’t take much to see who took his life 'cause it don’t always work out like it should (sufjan stevens’) detroit oh detroit you complicated old man nearly dead with your shoulders arched over the river like an overpass polluted and gray, jungle of concrete trees the threads of your shirt warn down by disease you’ve grown fat with industry car exhaust and factories built beautiful buildings, only to watch them burn to their knees it’s alright it’s alright but when you’re dead and gone who will watch your children when they all have run wild wild through your burning streets oh detroit oh detroit what have you done to city hall where you’re your riches and your treasures don’t tell me you’ve lost them all the renaissance peak and eastern market turned to poverty waiting in welfare bins the people mover as an emigration ship to all the bloated suburbs trying to find an outlet motown’s first sounds and joe louis’ fist to the lights on woodward to the ambassador bridge sneakers tied to phone lines windows broken in graffiti covered signs businesses built on sin dieing assembly lines alive with the graveyard shift arms stretched towards the skies oh detroit where have you been? it’s alright it’s alright but when you’re dead and gone who will watch your children when they all have run wild wild through your burning streets oh detroit oh detroit rise up from your knees oedipus and other stories of truth sister tried to speak of her mother and how she cried under the covers afraid to speak afraid to up and leave the road that led to papa’s drinking and staying together to keep from sinking into the water atop blood’s thicker sheet and how further down the road she could not keep from taking off all her clothes to shield the storms keeping overhead she bore the fruit one too many times of the mistakes that lingered in her mind clinging fast to the four corners of her bed just hold on the younger one and how she came undone once her heart felt the sting that soon begun her running to everyone’s open arms twenty six times her bed was not alone afraid to dance in the freezing cold won’t somebody hold her till she’s warm and how brother left the door open wide but seemed to hide something there inside rebelling loud against those that yelled the most and in that time the truth was there to see that which seemed still was shaken from the tree and left to find each other’s haunted ghosts but just hold on blood will drown sink to the bottom when water prevails who will be forgotten oh oedipus, he found his way home too blood will drown sink to the bottom when water prevails who will be forgotten oh oedipus, blinded by stories of truth three-day blow back when you slept around playing the velvet underground you only spoke in verse saying the world should listen now before it gets worse sweet sweet sweet jane took a bender on cocaine and when she came down there was no one left around she was a ghost town 'cause i didn't know you were a three day blow your not comin' home and i didn't care you were nowhere near comin' home back when I did some time for another loveless crime in all those letters to you I never told you your name tattooed is this irony a lonely stretch of M33 the after scent of rain asphalt and diesel fumes and a warn champagne 'cause i didn't know you were a three day blow your not comin' home and i didn't care you were nowhere near comin' home and i didn't try and you didn’t care heart to bone, bough to bough, heart to home im coming home he told me love was evil I found him quite believable but when i see your face i realize you have been my hardest case these days i stay up late watchin' tv with fredrick the great but there's no him and there's no me just a big bowl of cereal and a big black sea town 'cause i didn't know you were a three day blow your not comin' home and i didn't care you were nowhere near comin' home handsome supplanter woke up alone feeling for something he recognized before, before the moon’s passing he found a flower a note tied to it: “i’m out for while, be back in a moment” the door slammed suddenly, a smile crept upon him how perfect, he thought, the peak of romance but the devil and god work as a balance the one you paid more has come to collect his taxes can’t you see nothing lasts forever if god works so mysteriously then nothing should be meant to be as the devil dances in laughter nothing will last forever woke up alone feeling for something she saw in a dream, her love’s life passing ran down the hill, ever after the trees remained still the smell of disaster the rain found its place the tears fell into line a slow march down her face screaming echoes through the pines but the devil and god shake hands behind curtains no deed goes unpaid this I know for certain weeping willow squeezing her rosary tight and the river dancing in the moonlight and everything else is calm and still till the trees sway in the breeze and her eyes are crying please, “don’t leave me now dear i haven’t the will” calm yourself woman you know my time is with you i will stay abroad forever as long as you come too but i’m on the go, you’re moving too damn slow keep up with the train’s roll, let go with the river flow but all she seems to know is die before it grows or cry like a weeping will, wont you let your blossom show she just said no train reached the end of the line, and I held her hand in mine and prayed to god that she would follow through her tears hit the floor and I spoke plainly once more better get yourself together or the weeping willow will be the only one to comfort you calm yourself woman you know my time is with you i will stay abroad forever as long as you come too but i’m on the go, you’re moving too damn slow keep up with the train’s roll, let go with the river flow but all he seems to know is die before it grows or cry like a weeping willow, wont you let your blossom show or reap the loves you sew think twice before you know reach high before you’re low, or are you stuck in that hole grab my hand and I will pull, together we can go right past the weeping willows, where the flowers stand in rows but she just said no the winter/sessions becomes russ brakefield banjo vocals benjamin fidler mandolin guitar vocals mark lavengood dobro guitar vocals matt sucaet guitar vocals we recognize our families any and all gods jake jeff ashlee corie big mama brown & papa hirsch dan randy our brothers natural toothpaste earthworks for paving a path anyone can sing down ernest hemingway robots john stienbeck sophocles natural peanut butter michigan micro breweries that's all from here and we miss you one love cheers peace and be good.