Oh the San Juan River, it flows for you and I.
Runs swiftly through the valley and through the mountainside.
It rages through it’s mascus seeking silent deadly force,
and for the countless mean its eaten, feel it’s cold and steel remorse.
A village on the hill is slipping slowly towards decay.
With lines and lines upon San Juan with mills that still remain.
A somber blanket wraps around the men in pubs that fill the town,
‘cause spilled beer only runs one way: down.
When the river floods it’ll wash the blood, wash the blood.
Echoes on the rocks will still remain.
A man atop the bluffs cries, it’s not enough, it’s not enough,
for centuries of rotting and decay.
Oh the San Juan River, it reveals what you will hide.
Stirs up ancient ruins like the glares of passers by.
Approach it without blade or gun, an honest man’s a peaceful one.
But fools will feel the weight of fifty thousand metric tons.
Oh the San Juan River, it was made for you and I.
Scorched up ancient ruins up on the mountainside.
Don’t try to find an answer to your hopeless question, why?
The rippling reflection shows what still waters can’t hide.
Confidants and critics, heed the signs that say beware.
Friends and flows will ebb and flow with meager threats to pay.
A life forgotten is life lost, with sheds of buoys left untossed,
and plots of land with nameless graves uncrossed.
On their latest album, the Australian group Oh Pep! covers a broad stylistic ground as a way of processing heartbreak. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 30, 2016