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Jun 29,  · Hymns strongest tracks-- "Slow Down", "In Our Talons", "Dark Horse"-- manage to be both hypnotically pretty and a little bit weird, characteristics of the very best kind of Americana music.

Drafting producer and multi-instrumentalist Mark Paulson to flesh out the duo's sound, the Bowerbirds released their debut full-length, Hymns for a Dark Horse, on the new indie label Burly Time Records in The band's sophomore outing, Upper Air, arrived .

Track List Hooves In Our Talons Human Hands Dark Horse Bur Oak My Oldest Memory Marbled Godwit Slow Down Ticonderoga Olive Hearts Protection Each record is protected within its record sleeve by a white vellum anti-dust sleeve. Packaging All items are shipped brand-new and unopened in original packaging. Every record is shipped in original factory-applied shrink wrap and has never been touched.

Dark Horse Lyrics: On the shore of the lake / In the great upstate of New York / Came the call of a loon / Cold, cold, o'er a plume of smoke / He spoke to my center / He spoke of the future / He sang.

LP (12" album, 33 rpm) Bowerbirds Format: Vinyl. BOWERBIRDS - HYMNS FOR A DARK HORSE - VINYL Track Listings Disc: 1 1. Hooves 2. In Our Talons 3. Human Hands 4. Dark Horse 5. Bur Oak 6. My Oldest Memory 7. Marbled Godwit 8. Slow Down 9. Ticonderoga Olive Hearts. Product details. Vinyl (June 17, ) Number of Discs: 1; Label: DEAD OCEANS;5/5(7).

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Dark Horse This song is by Bowerbirds and appears on the album Hymns for a Dark Horse (). On the shore of the lake In the great upstate of New York Came the call of a loon Cold, cold, o'er a plume of smoke He spoke to my center He spoke of the future He sang, "You, my friend, are alone, alone" We live with the cockroach And we split our cords of oak And keep this wood stove burning.