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Ash and Bone

by Dan Weber

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    "When I was little, growing up in Western New York, we’d go on a big road trip every summer. We’d leave in darkness and I’d sit on the front bench seat of Dad’s old Pontiac Catalina, mesmerized by the green glow of the dashboard lights. By morning we’d be in Pennsylvania and tomorrow we’d be crossing into the South. I sat up front because having 3 boys in the back seat was generally a recipe for disaster. Mom would navigate the interstates with her well-worn roadmaps folded just so. Dad would drive with both feet narrating at 70 mph, giving some obscure historical fact, the types of trees we were seeing, and where the long freight trains were headed.

    When the reception was clear enough we’d listen to the local AM station, playing the 70’s hit songs by Gordon Lightfoot, Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, Harry Chapin, and Jim Croce, etc. There was something magical about those drives that made those songs and the stories in them come alive. I wanted to know the people in those stories and see the places in them.

    Later, as a Boy Scout, I got my first chance to go ‘West’, to Wyoming, Colorado and New Mexico. I poured over maps for weeks, entranced by names of seemingly exotic places like: Cheyenne, Denver and Santa Fe. In 1988 I came west again for three months. This time, as an adult, I saw the country through new eyes: Las Vegas, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. One weekend we borrowed a friend’s Nissan 240Z and drove down to Ensenada, Mexico. We then hitchhiked back up the California coast, sleeping on the beach and getting in as much scenery (and trouble) as possible before the summer was over.

    Then one night back home in 1989 at a local bar on Water Street, I ran into this guy named ‘Joe’ fresh out of the Army, who said he was moving to Spokane the next day. I bought him a drink to help him celebrate, then he bought me one to help me help him celebrate. Before I knew it, I found myself in the passenger seat of his 1978 primer-grey Pontiac Trans-Am, headed west again, for the third time. Stopping at my best friend’s house in Ohio, I was surprised to find him packed and ready to go. So we just made what room we could, in that little back seat.

    The trip went fast and the county’s great river’s passed beneath us: The Mississippi, Missouri, Yellowstone, Snake and Columbia. In that wide open country I searched the FM dial for the songs and stories I remembered from road trips past, and frequently we saw trains, and I wondered where they were headed. We split up in Spokane, and at 4am the two of us headed to Seattle, the ‘Emerald City’, landing there unceremoniously under a blanket of torrential grey rain on December 2nd 1989.

    That was 22 years or half a lifetime ago. What I didn’t know then was that once I left home, I could never really go back again. Seeing the country changed me and so did the people I’d met. I wanted to hear their stories and desperately wanted to know what mine was. So I kept searching and kept moving. I spent 2 years in Utah as a Park Ranger at Canyonlands National Park. I drove cross country and back at least twice and slept under the stars as much as I could. I did a lot of late night driving and I’d love finding a local DJ who somehow knew the song I needed to hear. Finally by accident or fate, I found myself in Portland, Oregon, back in the Pacific Northwest.

    I didn’t know it then, but all that time searching for who I was and where I was supposed to be, I was right there all the time. I just couldn’t see it yet.
    In the studio one afternoon, legendary banjo and slide player Tony Furtado asked me how long I’d been working on this project. I think I answered ‘43 years, 10 months, 6 days and 2 hours’. I was probably only off by an hour or two.

    So even though I’ve only just begun my musical journey, the songs and stories on ‘Ash and Bone’ have been with me for a long time. I like to think of my torn road atlas as part souvenir of the journey, and part guide to the future. I like to think that on any night, someone you meet can change your life. And I also like to think maybe you’ll hear one of these songs and feel that it’s as much your story as it is mine.

    I’d like to think I haven’t changed that much after all. I still love long drives to shows, festivals and to your homes. I still love finding that song on the radio that somehow the DJ just knew I needed to hear. I still watch for trains and wonder where they’re headed. And I still love songs like the ones I grew up with.

    I always fall in love with the stories...

    ~ Dan
    Thanksgiving 2011

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1.
Wishin’s Just for Fools © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) Late evening, West Virginia The taste of creosote’s hangin’ in the air On a railroad bridge, where we once kissed We threw our wishes down there 1930’s, wheat pennies Well they’re probably in the Chesapeake by now Down with some old, sunken schooner That got lost, thinkin’ they were found Chorus And we trimmed the sails; we rode the rails And we danced on each other’s shoes But I don’t throw pennies no more ‘Cause Wishin it’s Just for Fools The cool, clear water, we used to swim in We scaled the trestle, then jumped off the side ‘Till we heard a coal train screamin’ Then we knew it was do or die But it’s been so long now, since I felt that way Lookin’ deep down in your eyes ‘Cause you could always see the bottom That I can’t ever seem to find Chorus And we trimmed the sails; we rode the rails And we danced on each other’s shoes But I don’t throw pennies no more ‘Cause Wishin it’s Just for Fools Bridge But wishin’ won’t make it so When you’re lookin’ for the truth And truth is, I don’t wish no more ‘Cause I only think of you So I’d been savin’ my pennies, and walkin’ those tracks When that lonesome whistle blew Now I’m makin’ just one last wish tonight Just like every other fool Chorus And we trimmed the sails; we rode the rails And we danced on each other’s shoes But I don’t throw pennies no more ‘Cause Wishin it’s Just for Fools Coda: Yeah I don’t throw pennies no more ‘Cause Wishin’s Just for Fools
2.
In Her Prime 04:07
In Her Prime © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) Biggest damn oak tree, this side of the range Some say it’s the soil, some say it’s the rain It doesn’t make much difference now, any ol’ way ‘Cause that big old oak tree, came down today Nothin’ out here, 1963 Just a few small farms, is how it used to be But they parceled ‘em off, one branch at a time Till houses sprung up, just like grapes on the vine Chorus And they built this motel, for the workers to stay Then cut down all the trees that were, in their way ‘Cept this one lone oak, above the motel sign Well ya’ should’ve seen that old girl, In Her Prime I was fresh out of the jungle, 1968 Had a job pounding nails, and life was great ‘Cause I could outwork any man, without my life on the line... Well ya’ should’ve seen this old boy, In His Prime Chorus But age is just a number; I’ve never known it to be real They told me once it’s how you dress, not, how you feel But I’m feelin’ all used up, like a rope run out of line... Well ya’ should’ve seen this old boy, In His Prime Bridge Oak Tree Motel, in ’69 She was 15 years older, than me that night Well she took my hand and said “Boy, take your time”... Well ya’ should’ve seen that old girl, In Her Prime Now some say it’s the wind, some say she just got tired Some say her heart got broken, 10,000 times But I thought of her this morning, when that oak tree died... Well ya’ should’ve seen that old girl, In Her Prime Chorus But age is just a number; I’ve never known it to be real She told me once it’s how you love, not, how you feel But she’s feelin’ all used up, like a rope run out of line... Well ya’ should’ve seen that old girl, In Her Prime You should’ve seen this old boy, In His Prime You should’ve seen us, Oh-oh......In Our Prime
3.
Hank and Jesus © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) South of Louisville, Kentucky, on I-65 I pulled into a rest stop, before I pushed on through the night I met a Deadhead with a backpack, and man, I knew that guy He asked if you’re headin’ south, I could really use the ride But I’m only on the interstate, just as far as Bowling Green Then I’m cuttin’ west towards Memphis, where the blues don’t treat you mean Chorus And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back But I don’t recall, not even once, stoppin’ for gas He said I know you won’t believe me, but that’s alright I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight So I drove and he told stories, but they started sounding weird Like he’d been to Woodstock, and never came back from there He said friends of his were Angels, and most of them were Saints Except this one guy named Judas, who he swore had been framed Well he believed what he was saying, but me I had my doubts So I pulled off at a bar, hoping he might clear out Chorus And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back But I don’t recall, not even once, stoppin’ for gas He said I know you won’t believe me, but that’s alright I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight In the parking lot he came clean, said he was Jesus Christ And I said Yeah, and I’m Hank Williams man, and maybe you should drive He said Hank was back with Audrey now, and they were doing fine But you know that not a one of us, get’s out of this world alive So it’s a 100 miles to Memphis, in the middle of the night With those high-beams searching, for just a little light He said life is like this two-lane road, it’s a crooked deal I said she pulls a little to the left, Jesus! Keep both hands on the wheel! Chorus And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back But I don’t recall, not even once, stoppin’ for gas He said I know you won’t believe me, but that’s alright I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight Coda He said I know you don’t believe in me, but that’s alright I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight
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Goodbye to Dad © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) I got a box in the mail today; COD, signed my name And inside, there was a plastic bag That was 3,000 miles from home, little bits of ash and bone I broke the seal, said ‘Hello Dad’ Out to the yard to get some air, Dad sat in my favorite chair And I made us, a couple of drinks But Dad he can’t drink no more, so what the hell is heaven for? I wonder what my old man might think Chorus But we got along just fine I drank his glass, right after mine Then I threw, a handful in the wind, and I said Goodbye to Dad I took Dad for a good long drive, to try and let the years unwind I revved it up, to a hundred and ten It was one of those perfect days; after a week of rain You know it happens now and then A State Trooper slowed us down; when I saw his lights flash on And I got pulled over once again He asked where the fire was? I told him that “it’s just because...” Then I introduced him to Dad Chorus And they got along just fine He gave us a warning, said to ‘Watch the signs’ Then I threw, a handful in the wind, and I said Goodbye to Dad Bridge This ain’t how it’s supposed to go Mom should be here, God knows that she’d know And I still don’t, understand Why I never said ‘Goodbye’, to my old man I threw Dad in the ocean too, and a secret lake we knew Then he even jumped on a moving train I mailed him to Alaska too; something he always wanted to do And I waved goodbye to his plane Chorus And we got along just fine I took him down to the lake, one last time Then I threw, a handful in the wind, and I said Goodbye to Dad I got a box in the mail today...
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Take the Central Georgia Home © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) There’s a silence in the Dixie wind; that blows from deep within The boys are all scattered, up and down this rocky road We’ve been marching south since Saylor’s Creek, with no shoes on our feet And the ones who can’t walk, they’ll take the Central Georgia home I’m a Private in this regiment, Tige Anderson’s Georgia 5th What’s left or what’s become of it, only God would know I enlisted when the fever swept, the powder keg that Sumter lit But all we ever wanted, was to be left alone Chorus And we joined for adventure; we left with our Brothers We searched for our Fathers---who never came back home We fought for God, and then for country, but we never fought for money And for Bobby Lee who said “Take the Central Georgia Home” Cold Harbor, Antietam, O’ Death how’d we cheat him? When so many brothers, on both sides are gone So when the ‘King of Spades’ said “Boys dig in”, we did it time and time again Then wrote to next of kin, “Take the Central Georgia Home” Bridge Some say the war is over, some think that it’s only just begun Well there’s rumor about, that General Lee sold us out Could the Old Man, be wrong? The Central Georgia runs through Sherman’s path, crows are left to do the math They’ll separate the wheat from chafe, where a boy once called home But that day is just a memory, like smoke and God turned out to be Like the day that Bobby Lee said “Take the Central Georgia Home” Chorus And we joined for adventure; we left with our Brothers We searched for our Fathers---who never came back home We fought for God, and then for country, but we never fought for money And for Bobby Lee who said “Take the Central Georgia Home” Coda We fought for God, and then for country, but we never fought for money And for Bobby Lee who said “Take the Central Georgia Home”
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Crazy Love 03:08
Crazy Love © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) The night’s been hiding in the streets On loading docks and Yellow Cab back seats And 3 floors up, a lover’s symphony Caught in a sudden summer rain Wet skin and white sheets embrace Bodies in motion, in motion remain Chorus What kind of crazy love is this? That blooms in the darkness... One candle burning on the sill An inch an hour until We passed midnight, like its standing still Now dawn is just around the bend And I’m craving your thunder once again I count the seconds, when the lightning ends Chorus What kind of crazy love is this? That blooms in the darkness One stolen kiss What kind of crazy love... Bridge Baby, Baby, Baby, cant you see? The night belongs to you and, you and me Can love survive the light of day? ‘Leap before you look’ I always say Say what you mean, don’t let the words get in the way So lock the city out the door And leave your dress on the floor Steal the breath, from my lips once more Chorus What kind of crazy love is this? That blooms in the darkness What kind of crazy love, what kind of crazy love What kind of crazy love is this? What kind of crazy love...
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Gravity 03:42
Gravity © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) The wine went down easy, when Midnight lost its nerve And you took off that black dress, set it free, from your curves And somewhere on that starry night, you and I broke free From the curve of the earth, and love’s own, Gravity Well I told my legs to take it slow, told my heart to know its mind Told my wings where to go, in the darkness flying blind And you told me all your secrets, some were true, and some were lies But none would feel the pull, of Gravity, that night Chorus Gravity, pulling us down Adam looks for Eve, in Love’s lost and found But the apple is gone from the tree No way to stop from falling, Gravity Well our love affair was 8 months, 4 days, and 3 nights And 17 hours, as the crow flies And we wandered in love’s wilderness, its no Garden of Eden There’s no snake to set us free, from love’s own, Gravity Chorus Gravity, pulling us down Newton had it wrong, there’s no fruit on the ground But the apple is gone from the tree No way to stop from falling, Gravity Bridge But the man who tends the orchard He was busy that day When Gravity would have its way Chorus Gravity, pulling us down Adam looks for Eve, in Love’s lost and found But the apple is gone from the tree No way to stop from falling, Gravity And we only took what love might need And it weighed us down, Gravity Just a feather or two, Gravity...
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Sarah Ann 04:40
Sarah Ann © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) Sarah Ann Posey, in a white cotton dress Her rosy red cheeks, soaking wet Sarah, Oh Sarah, you’re just 16 Can’t you see that you’re too young for me? Sarah Ann Posey, in flip-flops now Hanging sunflower curtains, in my old house Then she’s out in the barn, with a milking pail Mud between her toes, and on her pony tail Chorus Sarah, Oh Sarah, I’ve waited so long These past 2 years, to bring you home A farmer’s wife, you wanted to be All 5 foot 5, of Sarah Ann Posey Sarah Ann Posey, in a pale green skirt Me in black jeans, and my brother’s shirt At the Eau Claire County courthouse, in the month of May She’s 18 years old, on our wedding day Chorus Sarah, Oh Sarah, I’ve waited so long These past 2 years, to bring you home A farmer’s wife, you wanted to be You are the very breath in me Now Sarah Ann Posey’s, in her Sunday best At the Fire Department banquet I answered the call, as a volunteer ‘Cause that’s how you meet your neighbors here Bridge Well the call came in, like they always do I grabbed my helmet and yellow boots Out on Five Mile Road, the accident scene And the way back home, for Sarah Ann Posey Sarah Ann Posey, in new blue jeans Her heart barely beating while the siren’s scream How can this be, my wife of 7 weeks All 5 foot 5, of Sarah Ann Posey Chorus Sarah, Oh Sarah, I’ve waited so long This ain’t how I wanted, to bring you home A farmer’s wife, now you’ll always be Then I breathe one last time, for Sarah Ann Posey Sarah, Oh Sarah, you’ll always be A farmer’s wife, my Sarah Ann Posey...
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Lost and Found © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) I want to get Lost, flat tire broke and busted, heaven’s hinges rusted In a town, that don’t know my name But these bridges I’m burning are like a fever returning And no river can drown that flame I want to get lost... I want to go out, in a blaze of Old Glory, like the tragic miner’s story Still singing “I Saw the Light” But their breath in the tunnel, is like a twister’s funnel Jerusalem comes screaming down the tracks Chorus And I can’t put it down, and I can’t crawl out ‘Cause I can’t run away from my past I want to get Lost... I want to go home, when she’s 6 feet under water, hurricane’s daughter Wash our sins right off the land But the hand of God is shaking, Mother Nature is aching ‘Cause the whole world is spinning too damn fast I want to go home... Bridge All the things I meant to say, have brought me to my knees And I’ve never been one to pray, but please, God please Please keep her safe there at your side, and tell her I’m alright I want to be Found, in stained glass & floodlights, Mason-Dixon moonlight Another notch on the Bible belt But this whiskey glass that I’m drinkin’, was a desert once I’m thinkin’ Fire and water making love at last Chorus And I can’t put it down, and I can’t crawl out ‘Cause I can’t run away from my past I want to get Lost. I want to be Found...
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Suicide Weather © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) She's got Christmas cards she's never gonna send And a stack of bills that don't end She never saw it coming, didn't listen to her friends Who said you shouldn't mess with married men And you shouldn't mess with darkness, this close to the light You're heart might get caught in the wind Chorus ‘Cause it feels like, Suicide Weather, on the Vista Bridge Fog comes rollin' in Suicide Weather, tunnel vision You lost another friend One summer visit was all that it took He promised to show her around So he took her up to the mountains Said they'll lift you up if you get down But you won't see the mountains, this time of year And you won't see the sun for a while Chorus ‘Cause it feels like, Suicide Weather, on the Vista Bridge Fog comes rollin' in Suicide Weather, tunnel vision You lost another friend Bridge Well you’re done feeling foolish And God knows that you’re scared But I'm tellin' you, tomorrow's still there And you say that ‘Love may be blind but she ain't fair’ And just one step and you're walkin' on air And there'll be no more... Chorus Suicide Weather, on the Vista Bridge Fog comes rollin' in Suicide Weather, tunnel vision You lost another friend...You lost another friend...Suicide Weather You lost another friend...Suicide Weather...You lost another friend... She's got Christmas cards she's never gonna send…
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On the Way Home © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) Pontiac Catalina, 1983 Past midnight, West Virginia, coal country On the Way Home, On the Way Home Cigarette in the ashtray, wet tires that sing Love letters in the glove box with a diamond ring On the Way Home, On the Way Home Chorus On The Way Home, I’m callin’ your name Crack the window, to stay awake Well I’ve been through the ringer ‘Cause the kindness of strangers In that town, never did feel the same On the Way Home, On the Way Home Scale jumpin’ semi’s on the Alleghany side Better stay off of that center line On the Way Home, On the Way Home AM gospel static, hung up in the trees The Book of Revelations on the front seat On the Way Home, On the Way Home Chorus On The Way Home, I’m callin’ your name Crack the window, to stay awake Well I’ve been through the ringer ‘Cause the kindness of strangers In that town, never did feel the same On the Way Home, On the Way Home Bridge High beams searching for my desire Coolant that gives me its heat tonight So will you just be my lover, or will you be my wife? I’ve got 200 miles alone tonight On the Way Home, On the Way Home Chorus On The Way Home, I’m callin’ your name Crack the window, to stay awake Well I’ve been through the ringer ‘Cause the kindness of strangers In that town, never did feel the same On the Way Home, On the Way Home...
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Three Wishes 03:32
Three Wishes © &  Daniel Weber 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP) Grant me these, Three Wishes No army’s will I raise I will resist all temptation If you, will do the same My first wish, several lifetimes And every gift, I gave to you Be forgot, then rediscovered Like the day, when they, were new My second wish, my second home With its long, canyon view Throw my ring, in that cold river Give gravity, its due I woke the land, from its slumber Burned the rain, for my heat I asked the mountains, for forgiveness Then my journey, was complete Now my last wish, bring your sorrows Bring your burdens, black and blue Release two crows, from the altar When the longest, night, is through Grant me these, Three Wishes Every gift, I gave to you Throw my ring, in that cold river Give gravity, its due Release two crows, from the altar When the longest, night, is through...

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Award Winning songwriter Dan Weber has been described as “The classic mid-life overnight sensation.” His debut CD ‘Ash and Bone’ received accolades from American Songwriter Magazine and the UK’s Maverick Magazine said: “4 Stars: Has you hanging on to every word. That’s the touch of a true Master Craftsman songwriter.”

There’s also been recognition from DJ’s: “’Hank and Jesus’ is easily the best folk song I heard last year” and The Victory Review magazine wrote “Weber's writing is as strong as any in the Contemporary Folk community. ‘Goodbye to Dad’ is one of the best original tunes that I have heard in a long time.”

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released February 18, 2012

Dan Weber: Lead vocals, Acoustic Guitar

The Musicians:
Jerry Towell: Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Harmony Vocals
Anders Bergstrom: Drums, Percussion
Arthur Parker: Upright Bass, Electric Bass
Paul Brainard: Pedal Steel, Dobro, Lap Steel, Electric Guitar
Tony Furtado: Banjo, Dojo, Acoustic Slide Guitar
Jean-Pierre Garau: Piano, Organ
Rob Stroup: Electric Guitar, Percussion, Harmony Vocals
Chris Kokesh: Fiddle, Harmony Vocals
Tim Connell: Mandolin
Naomi Hooley: Harmony Vocals
Skip VonKuske: Cello
Todd Bayles: Accordion

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Dan Weber Richardson, Texas

Dan Weber is an Award Winning songwriter who's been described as "reminiscent of early John Prine."

In 2019, Dan was the winner of the prestigious Woody Guthrie songwriting contest and in 2021 he was named a rare 4 time finalist in the legendary Kerrville ‘New Folk’ songwriting competition.

In 2022, he released 'The Way the River Goes', his best work yet. Dan currently lives near Dallas, Texas.
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