By Michael Guy Bowman bowman Bandcamp YouTube YouTube mguybowman Twitter michaelguybowman.com Other mguybowman Instagram ← Vampire State Previous track by this artist → Oracle Next track by this artist.
Released 8/9/2024.
Duration: 3:44.

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General contributors:

• Bijan Eghtesady melancholyrobot Bandcamp melancholy_robo Twitter ← Vampire State Previous general contribution by this artist → Breakers of Dawn Next general contribution by this artist (drums)

Lyrics:

He stood on the top of the hill
He said "This isn't a drill - I'm gone"
"I'm headed up to the dome"
He put his life on his back
And headed out at the crack of dawn
To make himself right at home

Out where the river shimmers in the night
And the stars speak words if you listen to them right
The crazy little creatures hidden out of sight
They come out and talk
To the Hermit of the Half Moon Rock
It's him and the hawk
Hauling up the vertical walk
Of the Half Moon Rock
Why don't you give him a knock?
Follow the trail of chalk
Up the Half Moon Rock
Up the Half Moon Rock
Up the Half Moon Rock
The Hermit of the Half Moon Rock

He sewed the leaves in his dress (oh yes)
And if it was hot even less he wore
And sometimes nothing at all
The hawk was all that he had (all that he had)
And if he was lonely or sad, he'd roar
And echo through the canyon walls (Aiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiai!)

And the mountain lion came running to the sound
While the whole hog herd would gather all around
The comfortable bugs all living in the ground
Would raise a few stalks
For the Hermit of the Half Moon Rock
It's him and the hawk
Hauling up the vertical walk
Of the Half Moon Rock
Why don't you give him a knock?
Follow the trail of chalk
Up the Half Moon Rock
Up the Half Moon Rock
Up the Half Moon Rock
The Hermit of the Half Moon Rock

He's got the ink on his hands (ah-ah-ah)
The beetles lend him a gland
For the testament he scrawls inside his cave
(Shooby dooby mm-bop, shooby dooby)
He carves it out with a tooth (ah-ah-ah)
He's on a mission for truth
In a world he does not know if he can save
(Shooby dooby mm-bop, shooby dooby)

And he thinks he might be leaving
But he isn't ready yet (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause under every stone there's a spirit to be met
Oh yeah

And when he'd finally rest
There with the hawk in his nest, he'd pause
And think about who he was
Out in the world all alone
His life completely his own, his laws
Only written in the things he does

But if the buffalo bunch could stand the monsoon
And the choir of crickets could learn to sing in tune
Could the prince of the primates rise pretty soon
And find his own flock? (Oh)
Oh the Hermit of the Half Moon Rock
It's him and the hawk
Hauling up the vertical walk
Of the Half Moon Rock
Why don't you give him a knock?
Follow the trail of chalk
Up the Half Moon Rock
Up the Half Moon Rock
Up the Half Moon Rock
The Hermit of the Half Moon Rock