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Red Georgia Clay

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about

Just a bit of background to the song. I was watching one of the American news channels and there was a story about COVID (of course) focusing on Georgia. They were reporting on the incredible amount of deaths that were occurring (of course up until this latest election Georgia was a very Republican state - lots of denial etc…) says it all really. The reporter ended the story with a quote that went something like this ‘with the amount of people buried because of this virus, the people of Georgia haven’t been able to wash the red Georgia clay off their shoes’. Hello I said…gotta be a song in that! I remembered I’d read something about a huge hurricane that hit the Islands off the coast of Georgia in the late 1800s. I tied these two together via Scottish and English emigration (the tune section of the song sounds decidedly Scottish), the displaced native tribes and stupid humanity. It’s in essence an environmental song about human error and injustice.
- Steph

Music and lyrics by Steph Miller

lyrics

Across the Atlantic with fury and rage
The broken Sea Islands and two thousand graves
A century long past and the earth turns to plague
The deniers deny and the pastor he prays

With boots and with pickaxe
They dig one more hole
And the red Georgia clay
Still clings to their souls

And lonely the passage from Glencoe and Paisley
To the land of the proud, dispossessed Cherokee
And bitter the storms of 1893
The eagle feather it falls
No defeat, no victory

With boots and with pickaxe
They dig one more hole
And the red Georgia clay
Still clings to their souls

Each breath is stolen and the travelling dead seek
The wild river valleys, the Black Mountain peaks
And as the ground breaks and the living they mourn
The switchgrass still bends in the eye of the storm

With boots and with pickaxe
They dig one more hole
And the red Georgia clay
Still clings to their souls

credits

from Railplane, released July 20, 2022
Steph Miller - acoustic guitar, baritone guitar, electric guitar, octave mandolin, bass, dulcimer, electric strumstick, tin whistles, accordion, moog drone, organ, bombardes, vocals
Stephen Mitchell - bodhrán, snare drum, floor tom, backing vocals
Edmond Kairouz - mandolin, octave mandolin, backing vocals
Greg Ryan - cymbal, backing vocals

Recorded in the shed by Greg Ryan
Mixed by Greg Ryan and Michael Bates
Mastered by William Bowden - King Willy Sound
Produced by Greg Ryan, Michael Bates and Railplane

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