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Summer of 1906
T.I.’s first visit to the spit
Touring Tillamook Bay
In a rowboat
On the rocky spit
Preened the goose
T.I.’s instincts were good
He did what a developer should
Brought out a six-shot revolver and
Shot down the goose
Life itself
Will fuel our wealth
The wages of death
Paid by someone else
Sit we down to sup
As the dead seals wash up
On our next exciting property
At the very spot where the
Shot goose dropped
Became the X on the map
Marking the spot for Bayocean
Still only a notion
Mocking the spot for Bayocean
Still only an ocean
T.B.
Thomas Benton the elder
Real estate developer
Carefully inlaid his mark
Along the coast
From Elk River Spit
To Jump-Off Joe
Placed his daughter’s name
Arleta
On all the subdivisions
So she had it changed
To Natalia
T. Potter
Senior and Junior
Engaged in all manner of enterprise
T.I.
Thomas Irving the younger
Goose shooter and
His father’s personal man
High-toned and testy
Closing deals by the dozens
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Meet Me in Bayocean
01:11
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I tried
To no avail
She sighed
When we set sail
I died
But I will rise
Like the tide
The tide
For my heart swells
Where Tillamook dwells
Now I pray for your devotion
Meet me in Bayocean
I tried
To no avail
I died
But I will rise
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Pagoda House
01:17
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The wall got thinner
Just before dinner
On a Pacific Northwest
Comfort food evening
Biscuits baked
Slathered with butter
Iron oxide and
Raspberry jam
Dozing in the damp blankets
Hiss of the ocean below
Pagoda house corner
Precariously perched on the edge
Corner protruding and
Prodding the crumbling of the ledge
Bought a parcel of land
Set the foundations on sand
Mr. Mitchell has been forced to sell
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4. |
It's That Blockbuster
01:30
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Hey you!
I’ve got bona fide credentials
Dig that
It’s a sudden business notion
Hey it’s that blockbuster again
Where they bonded over badminton
I love not being a suit
I came correctly in unison
He was a spiritual cousin
To the riff savant
You know I’ve never been hairy
Though bangers can’t be choosers
Lazy men fell from the sky
Into a mob of boozers
Hey it’s that blockbuster again
Hey!
It’s that blockbuster again
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Erosion
01:09
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Francis Drake Mitchell
Once burned bright
Buzzing about his hive
Now he’s no longer alive
He died
In 1965
At the age
Of 95 ...
Erosion
Erosion
We’re gonna slide into the ocean
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You Goon
02:16
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It’s far too soon
For bare knuckles and pool cues
My son
My goon
My offspring
My goon
Outline your tome
Scrawl out a poem to your mum
Expanding on the shoddy wisdom
I bestowed unto you
Go get the Buick
Load up the shotgun
My seed
My loon
Hey goon
That’ll do
Which way we go
From here on out
Is completely up to you
My only son
My goon
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Ferry Bayocean has become so very onerous
Not just for distance
But for crossing Columbia Bar
Roll in a Vulcan engine on portable tracks
To haul the very modules of
Civilization’s eternal hub
Dinky railroad on a rusted rail
First we set sail
Schooner catch wind all decked out pale
That’s life in the cottage industry
Just another day for Potter Realty
That’s life in the cottage industry
Another day on Potter’s personal railroad
It’s a minefield of seals
And a herring bonanza
A maritime province
Fated for flood puddle
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A Matter of Jetties
01:42
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PEOPLE OF TILLAMOOK:
We require the Corps
The Army Corps of Engineers
To build us a jetty
Assuage our fears
Dredge up a channel
That we might enjoy
Sea commerce and riches
Tillamook can employ
CORPS OF ENGINEERS:
Affirmative, we read you
But sternly beseech you
To build not one jetty
But two
The most responsible thing to do
If you want results guaranteed
PEOPLE OF TILLAMOOK:
One!
Not two!
CORPS OF ENGINEERS:
Then we leave the choice to you
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Fire devils
Swirling dervish
Flame cyclone
Music playing
Faster and faster and faster
Howling scream
Dance pavilion
Burning down
Do you remember the
Summer Cotillion in 1925?
Band playing faster
A sky gone red
Consuming waltzes
Isn’t it interesting
How the trees grow
Sculpted by the gusts
It’s the wind that stoked it
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Mitchell's Corners
02:02
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One man
Can’t preserve all the land
Despite enthusiasm
Sheer movers of 1949
There’s Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell
Living just there in that hovel
His smile is fixed
Hers is opposite
One eye on ships and
Weather buffoons
A wheelbarrow’s not enough
No matter how alacritous the shovel
Now call ye to trial
Close the gates tight
At the Historical Society
There’s Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell
Standing just there in the gallery
His smile’s optimistic
Hers is opposite
Pressured the council
To incorporate Mitchell’s Corners
Failed motion
Despite enthusiasm
Down to Mitchell’s Corners
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Bayoverture
01:04
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Instrumental
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Fix the Spit!
01:11
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Call the Army
Fix the spit
Call the Corps of Engineers
To deal with it
Seven thousand tons of gravel
Let’s rebuild the earth
To combat
The ocean
Let’s pit science versus nature
Hey—!
How’d that work out for you?
Better go and fix the spit
Call the Army
Tend to it
Fix the spit but
Old Neptune is mighty
Overflowing banks as he pleases
Tidal swell so frightening as it
Breaches the beaches
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Monster Waves
01:46
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O that’s swell
Taller than rooftops
Winter wind applies the pressure
Capillary waves
The thresher
Progressive monster waves
Leave you in the footprint
They’re cutting in
Strongly longitudinal
They’re on the transverse
With a riptide current
Here comes a sneaker
To knock you flat
And drag you out
Past the last sandbar
And we’re feeling
Strongly orbital
Only in the Roche zone
While monster waves keep churning
Monster waves
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Boardwalk Arcade
01:14
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You there
Tiny boy
Do you long
For pixelated joy
Walk right in
Get lost
Immersed in the bin
Token toss
Can you get a jackpot kid
Somebody already did
He was about to fall
Won it on his last ball
Bought a robot arm
Never lost his charm
Nobody knew how
He’s a legend now
Don’t leave!
You can stay!
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Joy Riders
01:48
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Scrutiny of the bounty
Highest payroll in the county
Dinky engine runs on rails
Joy riders tell those tales
Standing in the sun for miles
Or in the spitting rain
Wend along down by the bay
On a flatbed cargo train
All the buyers so fancy
In the custom Pullman car
See them dance inside
Paneled walls of pure vermilion
Get your cigar and brandy
Admire imported wood
From the Indian Andamans
Where arrows speak louder than words
Sitting in the sun for miles
Following the rail
Join the joy riders’ party
Come sun or wind or rain
Or wind or wave or wind
Or rain or hail or wind
Or rain or hail
Joy riders!
Joy riders!
Joy riders!
Woo hoo!
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Emulsion Alcove
00:40
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Drive past the windmills
Until you see
Seventeen hospitals and one
Emulsion alcove
My thing is today
I felt compelled to imbibe it
Let’s play it by fear
Not to excuse it
But only to give you
A lens to describe it
My solitude proxy
Drawn home to my side
In emulsion alcove
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Mitchell's Bayside Hotel
02:30
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At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel
The bedsheets are damp but
Conversation’s rapidfire
At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel
All you got to do is tell
Mr. Mitchell your needs and
He’ll come running
At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel
The kitchen’s communal with
Twin oven wood-burning ranges
At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel
Francis Mitchell is your guide
He takes the ride to the mainland
For bakery goods
He’s the man of the home
More like a clever gnome
He’s the man of the home
More like a clever gnome
He’s like the don of the manse
Still he’s left everything to chance
At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel
The bedsheets are damp but
Conversation’s rapidfire
At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel
All you got to do is tell
Mr. Mitchell your needs and
He’ll come running
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18. |
See That Barren Spot
01:20
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See that beach grass
See those trees
Fallen monuments
Gulls pick those dunes clean
See the tidal lagoon
See that sign
Commemorating all that was
Lost in 1959
See that barren spot
Windswept and
Access subject to tides
Know the schedule
Alert for sneakers
See that barren spot
The vacant lot
Real estate subject to
Forfeiture
Come walk the public trails
See that beach grass
See those seals
See that barren spot
Feel all the feels
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19. |
Low Rent, Tent City
01:48
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Workers and guests
Wired for lights
We’re living low rent
In tent city
Bulbs strung on cords are what
Pass for streetlamps
But the dune breaks the wind
From the ocean
A tinner lives next door
Carving spare-time
Schooners
We’re living low rent
In tent city
Rent is low
And the bodies are so slow
We’re living low rent
In tent city
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20. |
Lost Oysters
01:52
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All snug in their beds
All vast and
Stretching for miles
As far as a spit can be
Just under the surface
Bubbling and trembling
Do you remember
How we used to clam?
Pants rolled up
Buckets lined up
On the sand
We would dig
While the sun
Burned our shoulders
We could still
If the beds weren’t all lost
As lost as the oysters
All dead in their beds
Since the most recent breaching
Old men with their buckets
Still can’t hear the teaching
Lost oysters
Remember when we
Used to clam?
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Rockcrusher Gap
02:09
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Just down south
End of the spit
Where the sand narrows
To lagoons and barrows
In the big white barn
Where gears spin teeth
Rocks get crushed
Trends got bucked
You can’t mollify the ocean
When Neptune’s bill comes due
It’s dusty work for Hicks’s holiday
Suave of manner
Glib of tongue
We’re going up to
Rockcrusher Gap
General Randolph Hicks
Last of the old timers
Smartest rogue extant
He got the job done
And promoted all his brothers
To managerial positions
Even the youngest
He of a wayward disposition
You can’t mollify the ocean
When Neptune’s bill comes due
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22. |
The Grand Washout
01:38
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It is worst
In winter
That’s when we catch the storms
Blustery
Unpredictable
Who’s to say what we should consider norms?
’Cause those waves
Can’t be tamed
Can’t be riprapped or jettied into servitude
If you’re left
After they’ve departed
Stand face to face with nature
As if totally nude
Feel the tide creep
All around your toes
Sand dissolving from
Under your feet
When all the land
In liquefaction
Agitated
Running inland
Our utopia was a washout
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