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Slaughter Mountain
James Michael Taylor
"John Steinbeck in song form." Ken Gaines, Anderson Fair, Houston
Collection Contents
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| 1 |
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Big Fat Horse | 2:55 | Play |
| 2 |
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Hoedown | 3:02 | Play |
| 3 |
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Prologue | 1:33 | Play |
| 4 |
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California Christmas Memories | 3:08 | Play |
| 5 |
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Diamonds and Water | 0:43 | Play |
| 6 |
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Frustrated Artist | 2:19 | Play |
| 7 |
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Coal Fever | 2:38 | Play |
| 8 |
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Lisa Makes Appointments | 2:27 | Play |
| 9 |
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Hickory Stix | 3:19 | Play |
| 10 |
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Sunlight On Spider Webs | 0:55 | Play |
| 11 |
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Help | 4:02 | Play |
| 12 |
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Oh, Jimmy! | 3:41 | Play |
| 13 |
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Slaughter Mountain | 3:50 | Play |
| 14 |
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I'm Still Here | 2:43 | Play |
| 15 |
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Lullaby | 3:07 | Play |
| 16 |
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Epilog | 1:53 | Play |
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Description
SLAUGHTER MOUNTAIN is not a name on a sign at the edge of any town or at the base of any mountain that I can show you on a map. But I can show you the creek into which my mother said she emptied her tubercular mother's spit bucket and I can show you the sealed entrance to the mine where my grandfather, Fred Teeters, breathed the dust that destroyed his lungs. I can show you the mislabeled grave stones that mark their resting place. I can show you the cave my mother played in with her friends. The cave is now a national monument. I can show you the factory that makes the hickory handles. I can show you the river where someone's little brother was swept away that day and I can show you a picture in a yearbook of a girl named Marie Angel. I can show you sunlight on spider webs and I can show you a bale of cotton. The same five hundred pound bale of cotton that scabbed human hands picked for three dollars. I can show you the grave of those who demanded one dollar for each hundred pounds. I can show you the berries on the fence at the end of the trail and I can show you the same sun that sat on that mountain. jmt
"...biting but thoughtful lyrics..." Jeff Prince, Fort Worth Weekly