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Hiker Midnight

by Tim Cameron

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1.
When we made it to the border Only wish they'd waited for us, Betty But the wood was split with water It was too cold to remain Found the box of sad reminders And wrote a note for those behind us, Betty But all the time that I was writing My words ran into rain In the silence of the shelter I wondered what I’d come here for And a second heaven opened As I held that broken door Betty, get me home Betty, get me home Only wish I'd thought to tell them In the quiet of that autumn morning Waiting for the bus to take us From the shore of lake Chelan That in the end, there is no answer But with my friends, I could forget the question In your smile, there's no suggestion I may be a broken man But if there's a second heaven Where the pointless pilgrims go After they have touched their angel Just to find it's only snow Then I'll meet you by the water And we'll walk this trail once more I have left the living part of me There, upon that perfect shore Betty, get me home Betty, get me home Betty, get me home Betty, get me home I'm trying the best I can But nobody understands I'm smiling the best I can But nobody understands
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Lake Morena 03:26
In my dream, we are circling high In a bright moonlit sky above Lake Morena Gazing down at the wandering forest of lights Leaving up through the spring, to reach for the border Where the north wind blows over the hills To trouble us under the covers In our bed of earth As deep as a word breathed by the gentlest lover Up and up, till the weight falls away You are so far ahead, we’re speaking in echoes I was tangled into the roots of my pain But now I’m nothing at all; The moon on the meadow Where the north wind blows over us still A heaven we both dream together TRUMPET Wake up Before I tickle your ear We made it, my love I don't know how, but we're here Though the desert is cold, Don't want to wait for the sun So pick up your sticks Honey, there's two thousand, six hundred deeds to be done
3.
Through the grain, I see you blazing like a warhead Glory morning lays its crown upon your forehead, and Daisies pray to the grey immortal spires That my memory will one day drown in fire Swim the lake, for soon we’ll drain it into verses Lose our muscle while we exorcise our curses, and Driving home, the wheel will spin to winter As these troubled trees grow ever thinner Oh, the perfume of our bower Fading like a leaf in a book of pressed wildflowers Doing battle with a body that abhors you, Find your feet inside the steps that I cut for you The morning glory rings its bell upon the hour; But my memory is always late to muster Round every corner, that kaleidoscope is turning Someone whispers, is there beauty in the burning? But oh, the perfume of our bower Fading like a leaf in a book of pressed wildflowers And oh, will we ever see such friends again? Scattered to the breeze, never resting in one place again Whistle If you're lucky, you'll remember what you lose (Enough to braid the best of your tattoos) And watch the grey immortal towers sink into the blue Said if you're lucky, you'll remember what you lose But me, I grow so easily confused And the days, they die like wildflowers pressed beneath my shoes
4.
Don’t go You’ll make no monument Up the page unshaded on the app I don’t care why you claim to want this It’s too wild, you'll die up there, come back (Ooooh) Old snow bedecks the battlements High above the Alabama hills Be safe, please, my frail companions We’ll meet once more, mid-summer, if god wills (Ooooh) I didn’t hike the trail so I could give up But someone has to think about our lives Will I waste half of mine in asking, who made me captain? We’re lost, but we’re making good time Back to Lone Pine Back to Lone Pine Flip to north California The path uncleared, the hills a fearful frown Here, dusk falls with a strange enchantment: Northbound ghosts float up as we sink down Godspeed you, my pale companions! When we descend from Whitney to the end, We’ll rattle that eternal portal With a song for our departed friends (Ooohh) I didn’t hike the trail so I could give up Who’ll break the chain of footprints? No, not I But I’ll trade half my years to god to get me through this one I’m lost, but I’m making good time Back to Lone Pine Back to Lone Pine Back to Lone Pine Back to Lone Pine
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Snowmelt 04:40
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Oregone 03:55
Find yourself alone in Oregone On another zero day The clock won’t stop, the muscle never mends And your friends are so far away You frayed your rope above the white divide Where the river roared like hell Now you braid your hair at the bottom of the hill Growing old in a grey motel Oh, and one by one, the angels of this town Flew their children to the sun Still you rattle round like a pebble in a shoe Wondering how you've been down so long Only snow Guess there's no reception Though that mirror shows The death of your complexion You’ve got seven bones And absolutely nothing left to do Out there, the fear The creek that ever widens As you strain to hear The screaming of the sirens Oh don't be naive There's nobody lost but you So find yourself alone in Oregone On another zero day The clock won’t stop, the muscle never mends And the end is so far away (Instrumental) Call your mum Try to keep from crying But there's something wrong: Best rehearse your lying As you slowly sink Drowning in the oldest tub in town I should have known I could never hack it Have I lost my hope? Or just forgot to pack it? If your compass blows, There's nowhere to go but down So find yourself alone in Oregone On another zero day The clock won’t stop, the muscle never mends And this dream you fought so hard for Has turned to your tormentor And heaven seems so far away
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If one day, this trail should end Where the hell would I go then? And for that matter, where would you If there’s no home to come home to? In the fog, we form a line One in front and one behind Though I’m blind, I feel no fear Because my family is here And we’re as close as close can be I’ve got him, and she’s got me There’s no fight that can’t be fixed No broken guy that we can’t stitch Once, we held the world Until that magpie stole it From out of our hands But if you give me yours, I promise I will hold it As tight as I can Look at us, we’ve got it all Least until the leaves should fall Though the news is growing grim, I’ve still got you, you’ve still got him (Solo) Once, we held the world Until that bastard stole it From out of our hands But if you give me yours, I promise I will hold it As tight as I can We are walking on a knife One way, death; the other, life But either way, I know I’m loved By those figures in the fog So if one day, this trail should end Here’s what we could all do then: Form a circle in the dark And warm the winter with our hearts
8.
It's my first thirty-nine And my last, I would trust And still I'm not certain If I've done enough Since she sent me the wire That the godawful sound Of nothing meant fire Closing all around See, the birds are all gone No one fleeing but me And there's how many miles To sanctuary? It's hiker midnight And I'm so far from home It's hiker midnight… That long summer, we smoked And now Washington burns These kids with their rockets Are never gonna learn When that phoenix alights In the ash of our wood Then we'll wake to a sunrise The colour of blood It's hiker midnight And I'm down to my bones It's hiker midnight And I'm alone, I'm alone (Instrumental) It's my first forty-two And a new private hell To wake to a stranger Whom I know too well All it took was a spark Tossed around in a gale Now there's absolutely nothing Left of our trail It's hiker midnight And she's still not come home It's hiker midnight And I'm alone, I'm alone Oh, don't spend your penitence There's no time to atone It's hiker midnight And we're alone, we're alone
9.
When we got to Scissors Crossing I thought we'd died and gone to heaven All our friends were waiting patiently And the angels cheered our entrance (Clap) I was born one April morning I'll go to sleep a little later A whole long lifetime in between Then an empty ever-after (Mmmmm) Then in August came my middle age Lost a friend and missed her dearly I'd give more than I can afford Just to feel her laughter cheer me And soon I'll meet that monument In the gloaming of October This novel now just a ragged spine No more pages to turn over (Ooooh) Even pain is another kind of beauty So give me one last night on the earth before you take it from me (Whistle & trumpet) Even pain is another kind of beauty That's why I hold you a little too tight, even though I know you'll cut me Going back to Scissors Crossing Where the smiles are full of kindness When you finally feel you’ve had enough Love, you know just where to find us
10.
Somehow, you're not yourself Satanic toothpaste swills As by a stranger's will And the city that spat you out Now sucks you in again Like some unspeakable phlegm Oh God, for a holiday Steep stairs to climb your creeping cares away From the subway blues, To the sway of the waiter's lonely trance We're all stepping to Saint Vitus' Dance Cough till your throat goes numb Don’t know who made the plague Could have been anyone All I know is, I hate this train Out of the choking crowd And back to the smoke again But I know a place that's free Nobody there to take the air but me Give me two good shoes, One pack and a pair of open hands, And I know he'll leave me be St Vitus… Seemed so far away before the battle in the sky Just shy of Ashland, heading for the burn We ate our snacks and watched the sun turn black With glasses for the glare Just a little scared That light might not return So back to the chorus line Six fat figurines with loops and lies entwined As the subway chews On the humans who never stood a chance There's no stopping our St Vitus' Dance
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Heavy Medal 05:57
I'm not missing every minute, but I miss it every day But I got my heavy medal So I'm okay I hang it on the west wall, first thing to catch the sun Such a beautiful inscription: Congrats, you're done Some days I see her falling Some days I only see the snow, And I'm hanging like a teardrop Hold on, babe, I'm coming, don't let go We're still not really talking But I make her laugh sometimes And we got our heavy medals So we'll do fine (SOLO) There's still some unbelievers, including my own head Saying, why do you keep on walking? Man: you’ll only end up dead Well, A whole day without a river, beneath a burning resupply But at the end, a brand new sunset So man, that's why This city feels so empty No more agony or bliss And I don't know what I want now: I only know that it's not this I'm not loving every minute But I'm living every day And I got my heavy medal So I'm ok If you're not loving every minute But you're smiling half the time Well then, you've got your heavy medal And you'll be fine Take us home! In Casa, Casa de Luna We were raising the tune I carry Like an Olympic flame In Casa, Casa de Luna We were erasing the rules and Shyly painting our brand-new names

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In 2017, my wife and I hiked from Mexico to Canada on the Pacific Crest Trail. Our 2400-mile journey is the subject of this album.

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released November 28, 2018

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Tim Cameron Santa Monica, California

Tim Cameron hails from Liverpool, England, and now lives in Santa Monica. He is a songwriter and composer for commercials and film, with clients ranging from the Clyfford Still Museum to the Navajo Nation.

His latest album, Hiker Midnight, tells the story of his 2400-mile hike from Mexico to Canada on the Pacific Crest Trail.

Email at tim@timcameronmusic.com
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