Hermit of the Half Moon Rock

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Michael Guy Bowman - Pop, Indie Rock

Hermit of the Half Moon Rock

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He stood on the top of the hill He said "This isn't a drill - I'm gone" "I'm headed up to the dome" He put his life on his back And headed out at the crack of dawn To make himself right at home Out where the river shimmers in the night And the stars speak words if you listen to them right The crazy little creatures hidden out of sight They come out and talk To the Hermit of the Half Moon Rock It's him and the hawk Hauling up the vertical walk Of the Half Moon Rock Why don't you give him a knock? Follow thе trail of chalk Up the Half Moon Rock Up the Half Moon Rock Up the Half Moon Rock Thе Hermit of the Half Moon Rock He sewed the leaves in his dress And if it was hot even less he wore And sometimes nothing at all The hawk was all that he had And if he was lonely or sad, he'd roar And echo through the canyon walls And the mountain lion came running to the sound While the whole hog herd would gather all around The comfortable bugs all living in the ground Would raise a few stalks For the Hermit of the Half Moon Rock It's him and the hawk Hauling up the vertical walk Of the Half Moon Rock Why don't you give him a knock? Follow the trail of chalk Up the Half Moon Rock Up the Half Moon Rock Up the Half Moon Rock The Hermit of the Half Moon Rock He's got the ink on his hands The beetles lend him a gland For the testament he scrawls inside his cave He carves it out with a tooth He's on a mission for truth In a world he does not know if he can save And he thinks he might be leaving But he isn't ready yet 'Cause under every stone is a spirit to be met Oh yeah And when he'd finally rest There with the hawk in his nest, he'd pause And think about who he was Out in the world all alone His life completely his own, his laws Only written in the things he does But if the buffalo bunch could stand the monsoon And the choir of crickets could learn to sing in tune Could the prince of the primates rise pretty soon And find his own flock? Oh the Hermit of the Half Moon Rock It's him and the hawk Hauling up the vertical walk Of the Half Moon Rock Why don't you give him a knock? Follow the trail of chalk Up the Half Moon Rock Up the Half Moon Rock Up the Half Moon Rock The Hermit of the Half Moon Rock

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  • Michael Guy Bowman