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A collection of songs from a cassette tape recorded in a 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee named Wilson while parked at mile 123 of Highway 61.

Donations will help Bart stay alive long enough to find love and eventually live in a van on the coast with that love you helped him find.

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released August 16, 2017

All songs written by Barthollomew Presby except "Nicola and Bart" which was written by folk singer, Joan Baez and composer, Ennio Morricone.
Recorded using the bAllAd 11 Mobile Studio.

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Barthollomew Presby and The Ensemble Minneapolis, Minnesota

Barthollomew Presby and The Ensemble are a one man freak-folk band from the blue moon back room. They enjoy, among other things, drawing, telling tales, singing stories, and meeting intriguing people on the street.

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Track Name: NICOLA AND BART (in the words of Joan)
Here's to you Nicola and Bart.
Rest forever, here in our hearts.
The last and final moment is yours.
That agony is your triumph.
Track Name: Red Thing Blues (Wilson Version
You used to give me your blue heart
You used to give me your blue heart
Then it all just fell apart
Now i got the blue but none the heart
And there ain't no way to fix this
oh no
You just gotta clean it up
And there ain't no way to fix this
You just gotta clean it up

They call that "Love, Death and Flowers"
"Love, Death, and Flowers"
it's over my head now
under my bed now
I'm on the ground now
crawling around now
"Love, Death, and Flowers"
"Love, Death, and Flowers"
It's over my head now
I'm off the bed now
onto the ground now
crawling around now

I woke up covered in blue kisses
I woke up covered in blue kisses
and i don't know how they got there
but, hey, I ain't complaining

They call that "Love, Death and Flowers"
"Love, Death, and Flowers"
it's over my head now
under my bed now
I'm on the ground now
crawling around now
"Love, Death, and Flowers"
"Love, Death, and Flowers"
It's over my head now
under my bed now
I'm on the ground now
crawling around now

I'm in a field of blue roses
In a field of blue roses
and I couldn't tell you why
but my feet can touch the sky

so if you see me in the morning
just know that that ain't me

Blah Blah Blah it is not me something a bout a ghost spooky i can never get rhyme right
Track Name: The Fool's Song
follow the fool up the hill, past the woods. he's walking as far as any fool could. he grabs the guitar that is hanging on his back. see the fool lives on music, he don't need no pack.
he just says la da dah dah

listen to the fool as he sings his little songs. some witty, some pretty, some make you want to sing along. yeah, each just means the same thing, oh each just means the same, they're all bout loving each other and teaching one another how to sing.

we all sing la da dah dah

OH HE WALKS DOWN THE HILL. SING QUICK LITTLE DIDDIES,ABOUT LOVE AND WAR AND FAR AWAY CITIES. OH HE DONT LET IT GET TO HIM, HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT IS. ALL HE KNOWS IS THAT THIS LAND IS YOUR'S AND HIS, AND OURS, AND EVERYONE AROUND SAYS

LA DA DAH DAH
Track Name: The Cyclical Search for Meaning And Purpose as Experienced by Ducks, Cockroaches, and Humans. (Wilson Version)
Flying over mountains
singing a song
that your ancestors taught you
long before you were born to this world
in which people will call to you
only to shoot you right down to the ground
where a hound will retrieve you
and bring you to his master
and the master will cheer
at this wondrous desaster
and then thing you know
you're server on a table
and you are unable
to cry for your mother

C'est la vie
Des cafards
when you're shot in your back yard
and everything you do is a shame
'cause every life you've ever lived ends the same

next thing you know
you wake in a bright room
you cry for your mother
cause you know you face doom
and next thing you know
you're four years old
your life revolves around
doing what you're told
and next thing you know
you've reached age 18
you've given up meat
because you know that it's mean
and next thing you know
you're on your death bed
you cry for your mother
who lives in your head

C'est la vie
Des cafards
when you're shot in your back yard
and everything you do is a shame
'cause every life you live ends the same

and your mother said it will all be okay.
well let's just hope it turns out that way
and your mother said it would all be just fine
well let's just hope she's not wrong this time.