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Salt River Bed

from Salt River Bed by Biddy Healey

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“A few years ago I drove across the US from my home in Brooklyn, New York to start a new life in Arizona, where I didn’t know a soul. Phoenix was alien to me – mile upon mile of sprawling, beige suburbs and golf courses, spreading day by day, eating into the wildly beautiful Sonoran desert.

"I was an interloper, and I didn't know if it was a place I could belong. Then one day I took the i60 east to the Superstition Mountains, where the canyons reply when you sing to them, and the plants look like creatures left behind by a prehistoric ocean, with irridescent skin and spikes all glowing haloes catching the light. This song is my love letter to Phoenix.”

lyrics

Lyrics:

I was led here to a planet in decline,
growing prickles and spines,
where the searing heat burns you up on entry,
under stars that are not mine.

Bruised with purple, growing prickles and spines
and shallow roots searching for contact,
where the water goes to rest in the Salt River Bed.

Your blood is wet and mine is salty, but this river is dry.
And we all know why. Yes, I could tell you why.

Some days the black dog is whining at my door,
just hanging around hoping I'll leave this town.

But my heart found a home in the acid-wash sunset,
when the desert starts to glow and the loneliness goes
and the cactus turns black against the sky,
and you can tell it's alive.

But if these hills could walk the would march us away.
Superstition has its place.

We were left here with a planet in decline,
growing prickles and spines
and shallow roots searching for water
in the places where it rests
in the Salt River Bed.

Your blood is wet and mine is salty but this river is dry,
and we all know why. Yes, I could tell you why.

If these hills could walk they would march us away.
Superstition has its place.

credits

from Salt River Bed, track released September 21, 2020
Biddy Healey (voice)
Sara Caswell (violin)
Alexis Cuadrado (bass)
Martha Kato (piano)
Susan Mandel (cello)
Nadje Noordhuis (trumpet)
Chris Stover (trombone)
Chris Stromquist (drums)
Benni von Gutzeit (viola)

Music and lyrics by Biddy Healey
Produced by Biddy Healey
Recorded and mixed by Chris Benham at Big Orange Sheep
Mastered by Dave Darlington
Photography: Bethany Brown

www.biddyhealey.com

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Biddy Healey is a multi-instrumentalist, songwriter and composer/arranger. Based in Meanjin/Brisbane, Australia.

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