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Silas
HBR composer:   Nat Keefe
times played:   total: 222 
first: 04/22/04
last: 08/07/10
shows since last: 260
musical key:   D
primary vocalist(s):   Nat Keefe
instrumentation:  [underline indicates "primary" instrument where multiple are listed]
Bryan:  bass
Nat:  guitar
Zachary:  mandolin
Aaron:  fiddle
Erik:  flute, and banjo

general notes:  

many lyrical allusions are to Chapter XII of William Dean Howells' "The Rise of Silas Lapham"; originally a STEW song

lyrics:  

After 15 days of lounging in Bar Harbor
They were both somewhat browner than before
Summer stewed with idle discontentment
And the two girls remained wholly unchanged

The eldest of the girls brought back scores of kelp and toadstools
A wild look in her eye as she kept them disguised
She never gave her creations much light
Keeping them from strange adults' prying sight

Silas, don't be such an affectionate thing
Yeah, your rock and roll can only last this long

The youngest of the girls was a shade away from fair
But her head filled a bonnet front nicely with hair
The summer found that head alone deep within her books
With regret for their difference from life

Soon they set off to the hills, toadstools to the wind
Her bonnet might stay tight as she comes 'round the bend
It's time to bring old Silas home, he's been gone too long
They want to hear his banjo, they want to hear his song
They want to breathe cool mountain air floating down the stream
Past the lurid puddles drip and trickle on his dream

(chorus:)
Silas, don't be such an affectionate thing
Yeah, your rock and roll can only last this long
Silas, don't be such an affectionate thing
Yeah, yeah, Your rock and roll can only last this long

She said, "I can't imagine
What he finds to talk with himself about
I've heard of such people in the hotel plazas
He must be embroidering, or knitting
Or weaving, or something of that kind"

Well, seeing poor old Silas, they knew they were too late
The banjo set the trap and Silas took the bait
A simple situation, he played himself to err
He filled a many nook and niche that were abundant there
He gathered a scattered spirit and returned it to his bones
He calmly finished Cripple Creek and said now I'll go home
Silas and the girls dined on toadstools and tea
With the Appalachian sun rising over the sea

 
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