Ravin'
Will Putman

Released April, 2010
Trill Music


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Tracks:
1.
running out of time
2.
making good time
3.
house of cards
4.
Blue Goose Saloon
5.
swill 225
6.
boatmen
7.
Seldom Seen and his macho crew
8.
the only tune Liam played
9.
funky old town
10.
what happened to this world
11.
any old man
12.
edge of town
13.
guy like me

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Things change, progress happens - we all know that.  A few years ago the northeast side of Fairbanks, Alaska was the site of an explosion of big-box retail development, an event welcomed by many and detested by others.  This song is my take on the effects this can have on a community, and the complicit role we all have in it.

Will – guitar, fiddle, vocals
Alex - electric guitar
Pat - drums
Robin - electric bass guitar
Lyrics:

In the darkness on the edge of night, out beyond the strip mall lights
Beyond the light at the edge of the road, another chapter is being told
From a empty lot with nothing there, to a metal box stuck in the air
Acres of asphalt and cinder blocks, wall to wall parking lots
Chorus:
Change is coming, change is good
Cross your fingers, knock on wood
Don’t look now what’s going down
Wal-Mart’s coming, on the edge of town

When the doors are open it’s finally time, I’ll take my turn and stand in line
Whip out the plastic and spend and spend, go back home, come back again
Ours is not to question why, ours is just to go and buy
Not to know what’s meant to stay, just go along, the American way
Chorus

We pretty much have everything we need, a comfortable level of corporate greed
Now crank it up another gear, forget what we had yesteryear
What made us different, a special town, why we want to hang around
Is slowly going, it shrinks and melts, and makes our town like anywhere else
Chorus

Like the blinding light of a coming train, like a fungus after summer rain
It’s bound to come, but I maintain, once down that road, no going back again
In the darkness on the edge of night, out beyond the strip mall lights
There’s a final reckoning to be told, trade our soul for consumer gold
Chorus