Stories From the Wild East: Volume I

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LittleboybigHeadonbike
Words and Music by Will Orchard.
Album Art by Benjamin McCormick.

*****A Note From Will in 2018*****
this is a record I made at age 16 about a young boy who runs away from home in search of a world of greater imagination.. though his whole town believes him to be disturbed, he finds this world (in his head or in reality?), befriends a moose, climbs to the tallest peak in alaska, boards a train in the sky, only to fall and land in a water hole in a forest (hospital), and lives out his days knowing the world won't allow his imagination to be free

when i listen back on this, i know it wouldn't be something i'm proud of creating today -- but i'm glad i wasn't afraid to create it when i did, it has shaped me today.

don't fall from the sky train. <3

will

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released May 12, 2015

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Track Name: Big Orange Moon
the rain could be gasoline
and you could all be massing together
just to light everything on fire
but no flames will rise too high

for the big orange moon

i might stare at you all through september
and i might ignore everything and start keeping track of the weather
my eyes might disappear behind a storm cloud of fear
until gasoline starts to clog up my yellow teeth

big orange moon, watching me get buried
Track Name: Bicycling Through the Falls
i am crawling out of my crib
walking down the sparkling stair
i left a note
oh, i have never told such a fib
when i return, and they find out, i hope they dont care

they wont care

after passing some curious birds
and crossing a plane with some far off elephant herds
i find myself bicycling through the falls
water is pouring down
and i am so enthralled

everything is calling
Track Name: How I Startled a Moose
hey look, whats that i see?
little antlers, pointing out of the trees
the wind is pushing me towards
im far from home, and the police sirens have spoken their dark words

and who might you be?
wandering through my fathers trees
if he saw us here
he would put us both to his crooked spears

this is something from a static tv
but if were both doomed, ill ask will you join me?
cause you know if they find us here
they will put me back in bed and you to the iron spear

people will ask, where did you go?
did your crying mother set you lose?
ill tell them all it was a false show
and this is how i startled a moose

this is how i startled a moose
Track Name: Riding the Sky Train
we were on top of the mountain, coming out of the cloud
surrounded and soaked by cold grey shrouds
but there were those voices, coming out of the thick air
welcoming and tugging, we nearly fell back down the stairs

welcome to the sky train
here you will find shrouds of silver rain
your wishes are simple, and we are simply nimble
welcome to the sky train

and there were ghosts having a party beneath our feet
making toasts to the ocean deep
and fire bugs coming from the embers of my old house
and strangers being milked from a cloud the shade of white silk

welcome to the sky train
here you will find shrouds of silver rain
your wishes are simple, and we are simply nimble
welcome to the sky train
Track Name: Falling From the Sky Train
welcome to the sky train
here you will find shrouds of silver rain
your wishes are simple, and we are simply nimble
welcome to the sky train
Track Name: Water Hole
theres a kind witch coming from somewhere
to repair
i can barely see you antlers somewhere
in the water hole
there might be parrots trained to laugh at me, in the paper trees
but i cannot hear them, cause my ears are so far from me

we fell from the sky, oh hey
hi there water hole

and all those stories i heard about the wild east can now burn
cause im stuck in this water hole and all the water wheels are turning
well whenever you open your mouth, marbles come pouring out
people will take my water wheels and put them on their cars

we fell from the sky, oh hey
hi there water hole
Track Name: Broken Flower Pot
all your household objects are alive
like your empty goldfish bowl
and your vacant answering machine
all the things that used to be quiet are now speaking, screaming

little red fellow on the porch
you always had a feeling he was getting scorched in the sun
just now recently you realized he wasnt swooning
he probably went crazy from the big, full, orange moon

broken flower pot
broken, you are broken

all your household objects are alive
when your lonely, and youve forgotten how to die
you wish tappingbird would come and take you away
but in the end its sick and in your bed youll stay

all the birds are chirping, blue and yellow
they are spreading rumours that youve sunk down to that level
you might be thrashing in your head
but they are the ones destroying themselves and crying in bed

broken flower pot
broken, you are broken

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