I was born on May Day, delivered by my aunt
Near enough to hear the trains and smell Burns’ packing plant
My father’s Aqua Velva couldn’t hide the tang of blood
Each day he went to slaughter with a steel-toe-booted thud
I would take a different path though only by degree
Deep inside where railway ties were fashioned out of trees
I went in green and dripping sap and came out next to death
Blackened by the creosote; smell it on my breath
Take me down to the Kennedale Ravine
Down where the trees are growing and green
Far from the coal tar creosote steam
‘til it spits me onto 40th street
Take me down where the emerald elms embrace me like when I was eighteen
Take me down, take me down to the Kennedale Ravine
Now Pocklington’s got Gainers and Domtar’s shutting down
Pretty soon there won’t be work for my like in this town
I’ve heard near Fort McMurray there’s a slurry; oil and sand
And mining it’s as easy as reaching with both hands
As I prepare to take my leave on highway 63
My feet arrive at my retreat when dad was feeling mean
I’ve waded deep into the brush to bring these memories
Into the care and keeping of the Kennedale Ravine
Take me down to the Kennedale Ravine
Down where the trees are growing and green
Far from the coal tar creosote steam
‘til it spits me onto 40th street
Take me down where the emerald elms embrace me like when I was eighteen
Take me down, take me down to the Kennedale Ravine
I was born on May day, delivered by my aunt
Near enough to hear the trains and smell Burns’ packing plant
Devastating melodies and incisive lyrics mold the new album from Portland singer-songwriter Ac Sapphire into a folk rock miracle. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2022
supported by 8 fans who also own “Kennedale Ravine”
Talk about going out on a high note. I know this group continues under an equally-impressive creative outlet, but the Polymaths close out their run with an astoundingly complete and compelling last effort. I love this so much. Patrick Book