Digital Program
Original Music inspired by E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web
Original Music inspired by E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web
The Bushwick Book Club Seattle
presents
Original Music Inspired by
Delia Owens’ Where the Crawdads Sing
October 14, 2023
at Rabbit Box Theatre
Hosted by Wes Weddell
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Featuring Musical Performances from
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Nancy K. Dillon^
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Mike Votava^
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Morgan Paris Lanza*
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Jade Teather
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Old Man of the Woods*
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Townsend’s Solitaire
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Fae Wiedenhoeft^
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Chris Poage
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Original Music Inspired by Delia Owens’ Where the Crawdads Sing
PERFORMER-PROVIDED LYRICS
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Nancy K. Dillon
The Shell
1) Blackberries…..Cicadas…..Summer’s Last Rose
I walk by the water underneath lookout crows
I watch as autumn falls towards winter
And I imagine North Carolina’s Coast…
2) A thousand sailin’ men who lost their lives to join
The bands of ghosts
Flyin’ with the herons – coasting over shoals
It’s a haunted place and all I can say is
Cry for me – don’t lie to me – ‘cause I loved you the most.
CHO: Pick a shell up off the sand
String it with some leather
Tell me that you’ll always stay
No matter what the weather
Pick up a shell off the sand
String it with some leather
I promised I would never stray
And poems last forever
3) Luring you was easy – gentle as a lamb
A secret boat ride – quiet footfalls
A simple climb up the tower steps
A breath of perfume – a push – a fall
Death…..comes quickly….and tides….disappear it all
BR) Now The Shell holds the only key
The Shell…..and the poetry
I’m just another ghost in the deep
Swimming in my own mystery
As The Shell is returned to the Sea
And The Shell is returned to the Sea
1) Blackberries…..Cicadas…..Summer’s Last Rose
I walk by the water underneath lookout crows
I watch as autumn falls towards winter
And I walk the sands of North Carolina’s Coast
Mike Votava
don’t stop be-jumpin
We don’t need roads where we’re going
motorin through the marsh every night
don’t stop be-jumpin
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Selling mussels by the buttload
guaranteed to receive a decent price
don’t stop be-jumpin
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I know how you got your name
seen you spring to life
when the customers ring
searching for supplies
keeping them alive
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Tiny gestures are not forgotten
sugar daddy at the bottom
what a wonderful treat a nice surprise
don’t stop be-jumpin
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Here comes Golden Tate
lock up all your maple bars
put your doughnuts away
or Golden Tate will break your heart
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Ever wonder what’s for dinner?
a life withou grits
is not worth living
so boil up a pot on the stove
don’t stop be-jumpin
Fae Wiedenhoeft
Shell & Rawhide
In the far, far out
between sea and land
Where critters run wild
beyond the rule of man
Nothing is simple
in ways of
dark and light
Where the air hangs heavy
like a truth none can bear
In an old wooden shack
lived the one with raven hair
She knew of wings
of loss
and changing tides
Marsh girl, shell and rawhide
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He was letterman sweater-ed
when he saw her that day
In the old oak’s shadow
where she tried to hide away
From the world unknown
came a smile and hello
she bid her time
In the wild blossom’s bloom
in the charming summer heat
He told her that he loved her
with her, he was complete
From the sunset tower
flew a song of desire
She gave her heart
Worlds collide, shell and rawhide
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He told her he would marry her
but it would take some time
She learned he’d wed another
dressed in pearls and lace and lies
She screamed a raging storm
For all she’d ever loved was
torn away
She recalled the smell of bourbon
the hint of gasoline,
Her father’s harsh words, a struggle,
slap – her mother’s scream
Oh, the mantis will pray
as the fireflies sway
at dark moonrise
Who decides the time to die?
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Fog holds low
like secrets lost in sand
His body, cold as clay, was found
where once he took her hand
The necklace that he wore
a gift of love she swore
lost like a dream
They tried her for his murder
but they couldn’t prove it true
For she was just a marsh girl
quiet, small yet clever too
Light is not simple
and dark is a disguise
Cover your tracks
Cover your lies
Just a shell and strand of rawhide
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