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The Elves of Riondel
03:55
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The Elves they look away
The Elves of Riondel
Secrets they'll never tell
Murder at the Bluebell
Secrets they'll never tell
You take the ferry to get there
To cross the narrow passage, wind in your hair
The ancient ones that held this ground
No secrets they will whisper
No, not a sound
Riondel, a mining town
The Elves of Riondel
Secrets they'll never tell
Murder at the Bluebell
Secrets they'll never tell
A land unraped he stakes a claim
But Hammill beats him to it
Sproule's in disdain
The Elves they do not intervene
The land of riches turned to a crime scene
Riondel, a crime scene
Riondel, a crime scene
The Elves of Riondel
Secrets they'll never tell
Murder at the Bluebell
Secrets they'll never tell
So Sproule is hung for treachery
The Elves they look away, don't want to see
If to this place a trip you pay
You just might spot an Elf, they'll look away
The Elves, they look away
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2. |
Rosebery
05:55
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There's a land not far away from here
There's a man that probably you should fear
He knows the town it grows, growing year by year
The culling is calling soon
His plan is crystal clear
Rosebery, stay away from me
I got a Claymore mine under the leaves
If you go ridin' by on your jet ski
Got a harpoon on the beach ya
A scope for accuracy
Do not judge, the man from this story
He only wanted, wanted to be free
In the1970s, live the hippie dream
Then the bastards came, cut down all the trees
Rosebery, stay away from me
I got a Claymore mine under the leaves
If you go ridin' by on your jet ski
Got a harpoon on the beach ya
A scope for accuracy
If you go to Rosebery today
Watch yourself, be quiet when you play
Be thankful for your life, if you're not dead
For if you muck about, he'll surely have your head
Rosebery, stay away from me
I got a Claymore mine under the leaves
If you go ridin' by on your jet ski
Got a harpoon on the beach ya
A scope for accuracy
The culling is calling soon
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3. |
Ghosts of Sandon
06:04
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The pamphlet reads today
A land of gold and myrrh
You bring your family west
With all posessions dear
Blinded by frankincense
You build your house on sand
Sandon the land abandoned
Slipping from your hand
Wash away, as I spit upon your bed
I'm the mountain, you're digging in my head
Wash away, you're lamenting for dead
I'm the mountain, you're digging in my head
For forty days and nights
Survivors to rebuild
Abandoned Sandon town
The ark where they were killed
Graven images of gold
A sin you see
The mountain raged again
Fufills the prophecy
Wash away, as I spit upon your bed
I'm the mountain, you're digging in my head
Wash away, you're lamenting for dead
I'm the mountain, you're digging in my head
You're digging in my head
If you go wandering
To this abandoned town
The ghosts of Sandon
They will greet you with a frown
Wash away, as I spit upon your bed
I'm the mountain, you're digging in my head
Wash away, you're lamenting for dead
I'm the mountain, you're digging in my head
You're digging in my head
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4. |
Nelson B.C.
04:36
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Me, I'm at Jackson Square
Feeding some pigeons there
Smoke fills the foul air
Lord of the Rings
Is beckoning me
Nelson B.C.
So, I called a friend
A stoner on whom I could depend
He had a room for rent
Lord of the Rings
Is beckoning me
Nelson B.C.
A greyhound for three days
A hell that I had escaped
A town I'd forever stay
Lord of the Rings
Is beckoning me
Nelson B.C.
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5. |
Fairies Like Grapes
05:14
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6. |
Wilson Falls
04:40
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7. |
Lemon Creek
05:52
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Wizard's beard, an inch a year
So be aware
Golden eye, on wings that cry
A sound so dear
Walkin' hand in hand
With Van Halen's biggest fan
Lindsay Road the land
The wizard's beard gives asylum
Trumpeter, I sing to her
A tritone away
Ocular, she does confirm
Merganser on the way
Walkin' hand in hand
With Van Halen's biggest fan
Lindsay Road the land
The wizard's beard gives asylum
Wizard man is bent and old
Show us the way
Down the path, you'll find no wrath
But what you take
To be with you, A love so new
I kneel down and pray
Stay with me, eternally, forever
Don't go away, I love you
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8. |
The Devil at Bat Beach
04:50
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Life was a living hell
I need a way to break this spell
The Devil's hunting me
I'll stare him down on LSD
I needed neutral ground
A place of no escape I found
Kiyo and Dan would be
Protectors of me at Bat Beach
Nothing in this book is true
I love LSD and you
Nothing in this book is true
I love LSD and you
We cut the LSD
Upon an ancient throne you see
Trapped and no longer free
The Devil show yourself to me
Sky of blue turned to gray
A storm it was to come our way
Prepared our tent to stay
This hallowed ground
Where we would stay
Higher we grew insane
A shelter from the pouring rain
Headlamps we start to read
For Dan had brought a library
We read the pages loud
Turning into pictures, wow
Mantauk and Drumvalo
The Devil, frightened, stayed below
Nothing in this book is true
I love LSD and you
Nothing in this book is true
I love LSD and you
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Nikko Forsberg Nelson, British Columbia
Nikko Forsberg is a unique musical fixture in the Kootenays. Based in Nelson, BC for over 20 years Nikko’s guitar playing and singing have been heard in thousands of performances throughout the region. His solo album The Elves of Riondel was released in September 2023. ... more
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