Fork In The River

Fork In The River is off Until The Freeze . . . and has been played 13 times live on this tour so far. I've been thinking a lot about Fork In The River because it's on my November mix and because I'll be seeing TBC the next three weekends and it's one of the songs I'm hoping to hear at one of those three shows! Fork In The River is definitely one of my favourite songs off UTF but then again, the entire album is love to me!

The reason why Fork In The Rive made it on to my November mix is likely the chorus: "There's a fork in the river / No time to think twice / A change in the weather / So keep close an eye / A hissing in the wood pile / A voice on the wind / A fork on the river is where we begin." Of course, the entire feeling of the song doesn't hurt either.

For me, Fork In The River defines the Cabin Fever recording session that took place almost a year ago in Levon Helm's barn studio. That is, Fork In The River is about choices and about change, and there is definitely a feeling of . . . it's almost winter . . . about the song. TBC made an amazing choice in playing and recording BTF/UTF live, and in the way they did it: in the barn and in front of their closest fans . . . and just look how great it turned out. I'm grateful every day for these albums.

Two notes for now: 1) CABIN FEVER DVD COMES OUT NOVEMBER 23RD!!!!!; and 2) I'll be recapping the three shows I'm going to in the next three weeks so be on the look-out for set-lists, photos and videos from Reno, Vegas and SF! ♥ ♥ ♥

The wine may have gone sour
But you can't blame the band
Like you can't blame the locusts
For drought on the land
You can't blame the sea
'Cause it's full of your tears
And you can't blame me
For wanting you here

There's a fork in the river
No time to think twice
A change in the weather
So keep close at night
A hissing in the wood pile
A voice on the wind
A fork on the river is where we begin

I once found a rainbow
Lyin' flat on the ground
But I just kept walkin'
Thinking more were around
The buzzard, the joker
The beggar, the throne
The roses, the sugar
No safe passage home

There's a fork in the river
No time to think twice
A change in the weather
So keep close an eye
A hissing in the wood pile
A voice on the wind
A fork on the river is where we begin

A fork in the river
No time to think twice
A change in the weather
So keep close an eye
A hissing in the wood pile
A voice on the wind
A fork on the river is where we begin
A fork on the river is where we begin
A fork on the river is where we begin