Digital Program

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
(Click name for primary link, * = first Bushwick appearance, ^ = lyrics included below)
Rights to all song lyrics ©/℗ the individual artists, reprinted here with permission

  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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2023-2024 “Bushwick Bestiary” Mainstage Season at Town Hall Seattle, Rabbit Box Theare, & online

Original Music Inspired by Delia Owens’ Where the Crawdads Sing

PERFORMER-PROVIDED LYRICS
Rights to all song lyrics ©/℗ the individual artists, reprinted here—exactly as submitted—with permission

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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