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The Green Mountain Getaway - 03/26/2026

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This episode of The Green Mountain Getaway was published 03/26/2026.

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The Green Mountain Getaway

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Transcript

Welcome to another edition of the Green Mountain Getaway,

the music podcast from the Heart of Vermont.

It's Americana and more, both vintage and new,

and this is new music from,

well, fun trader is the stage name

he's really Andrew Pelleteer, and phones with cords.

There's no home in the motherland,

there's no home in the fatherland,

there's no home in the promised land,

there's still land, too.

This fire on the mountains,

this fire in the parking lot,

this fire on the ocean,

is filling up the news.

Got to grab the kid back,

you ain't got to grab the dog back,

you ain't got to grab the wife,

it's a back you ain't back you wishin' land.

Happy New Year,

there's nothing but sorrow,

I didn't really come home tomorrow.

I'll go there's no home in the fatherland,

there's no home in the fatherland,

there's no home in the promised land,

there's still land, too.

Well, the sun's a black and fireball,

the sun looks like a cannonball,

the sun's a black and fireball,

the smoke, I didn't write.

Happy New Year,

Thru until it couldn't see the drug,

until it couldn't see the drug,

until it couldn't see the black sky anymore,

all is fire on the mountains,

there's fire in the parking lot,

this fire on the ocean,

is filling up the news.

Happy New Year,

A couple of artists with interesting stage names to launch this 137th edition of the Green

Mountain Getaway.

That was a new tune by the project called Fur Trader and Phones with Cords.

Fur Trader, actually the project of a player by the name of Andrew Pelletier and Phones

with Cords, Tennessee-based Arthur Alligwood.

Got that?

The song calls No Home, Fur Trader, and Phones with Cords.

It seems to be a lot of luck going around with artists more frequently than in the old

days, taking interesting stage names, that's certainly the case there.

Chad Atkins, Yakidy Axe, instrumentally here as we launch this 137th edition of the Music

Podcast, brought to you by the stations of the Radio Vermont Group.

The roots of this musical presentation steeped in a desire a need to sort of set the news

aside from time to time.

You know, it's a good idea to stay connected with the news with the idea behind Getaway

from its first days.

Well, it's just an opportunity to set the news aside for your mental health, and if music

is one of the medicines for you, this hopefully will work for you.

It's Americana and more, and all its subsets, bluegrass, folk, country music, roots rock,

and such.

Both vintage and new.

So welcome along.

Thanks for checking us out.

Conrad Fisher is coming up next.

Take the weather off your shoulder, step right up, man, come on in, it's so good to

see you.

It's been forever, I need not fare with a friend, because I've been going crazy, he's been

all up here lately.

You can't keep a good man down, get a hard road running, and a long time will come in,

but all I'm feeling there.

How's the kid's been, how's your mom, I haven't seen her getting groceries in a while,

do you still work at the factory, are you and your wife still happy, man it's good to see

your smile, because I've been going crazy, it's been all up here lately, but you can't

keep a good man down, get a hard road running, and a long time will come in, but all I'm

feeling there, man, I've been going crazy, it's been all up here lately, but you can't

keep a good man down, get a hard road running, and a long time will come in, but all

I'm feeling there, man, I've been going crazy, it's been all up here lately, but you can't

keep a good man down, get a hard road running, and a long time will come in, but all I'm

feeling there, man, I've been going crazy, it's been all up here lately, but all I'm

feeling there, man, I've been going crazy, I've been going crazy, it's been all up here lately,

Oh, back on the chain again

Sickest than it's beyond our control

Oh, the funerity and the news of the world

Got in the house like a pigeon from hell

Through sendin' our eyes and descending like flies

Pull this back on the chain again

Back on the chain again

When I was a thief

The forces to live like we do

Bring me to my knees

When I see what they've done to you

Where I die as I stand here today

Knowing that deep in my heart

I have fought to ruin one day

For making us part

I found a picture of you

Those are the healthy stays of my life

Like a break in the battle was your part

In the retro life ever lonely heart

Now we're back on the chain again

Oh, back on the chain again

Arguably their biggest hit of all from the early 80s

Crazy Honda and Pretenders back on the chain gang

On the green nut and get away and

A young Pennsylvania singer songwriter before that

Conrad Fisher his song called Better Now

From his latest heroes Adam Ezra

At his band

The Adam Ezra group on the getaway

I said hey

Now look

I got this thing that I keep feeling it

Hey

Now

Hit

Sweet beautiful thing

I like what you smile at

Some shots

Nothing like what you want to bring

Hit

Finally

Everybody could have slew

Spooled on

We take it in your head and books

Let's find out

With food and takers

I play only your favorite songs

Diving

Steadily

Sing along

We'll shoot the world

We can never break us

I said hey

Now

I got this thing that I keep feeling it

Hey

Now

Hit

Sweet beautiful thing

I like what you smile at

Some shots

Nothing like what you want to bring

Hit

Oh, what a choice to be made by me between

I've missed and sweet Maria

Mama, mama, tell me

What am I gonna do?

I've got a choice to make between sweet Maria and you

I love my sweet Maria

Oh, how she can give

But if I feed you, my month is out

Oh, what a choice to be made by me between

I've missed and sweet Maria

Mama, mama, tell me

What am I gonna say?

My sweet Maria is waiting

To take my heart away

Whatever time I'm ready

To take my heart away

Whatever time I'm ready

To meet my sweet Maria

That is the time you choose to ring the biscuit bell for me

Oh, let me go, mama

I'll come in sweet Maria

But baby, I'm not leaving without mama's recipe

Oh, hot biscuits and sweet Maria

I'll come between the dental and the deep blue sea

Oh, what a choice to be made by me between

Hot biscuits and sweet Maria

Mama, mama, promise

You're gonna visit me real soon

But mama, you must make it

That burn the honey move

Yes, mama, I'm excited

I hope you won't feel bad

But yours been a long way

The best hot biscuits ever had

Oh, hot biscuits and sweet Maria

I'll come between the dental and the deep blue sea

Oh, what a choice to be made by me between

Hot biscuits and sweet Maria

We planted a little garden

We watered it all spring

So we could have tomatoes, onions, hot peppers and things

I made you pretty picnics

With all the things we grew

But you said that you weren't hungry

Then I found out that you were going

Dumpster diving

This ain't gonna last

Dumpster diving

Cause baby you like trash

Well the moral of this story

You know it's sad and it's a sin

Don't give that man your diamonds

He'll trade him in for ten

Love is rare and precious

Hold on to your joy

Save it for someone that's true

Don't waste it on a boy

He'll just go

Dumpster diving

Get out of there fast

Dumpster diving

He's digging around for trash

Dumpster diving

Know this ain't gonna last

Dumpster diving

Cause baby you like trash

Dumpster diving

Brandly on the Green Mountain getaway

She is on the road these days

And her travels are gonna be bringing her to

To Vermont, yeah right here in the Green Mountain state

In the month of April

The new rhythm and blues quartet

Before that NRBQ, Hot Biscuits and Sweet Marie

And that new one from Adam Ezra was back there as well

Well here is Jill Henry

It is tuned called the trampoline on the getaway

The floor will have its way seen

It fights the life of Jill Henry

It won't let me on the ground

So this time I'm not coming down

This time I'm not coming down

I've been talking to my sleep

He once kissed me not to hear me speak

I love me just so quickly

Every bit of life wrong out of me

And this time I'm not coming down

And my mind is never so clear

But I've started a life of an auctioneer At the night it's come alive with dreams

That is hidden holiday street and screen And every one of them is sick with love

But every one of them will out with love

And it's come I'm not coming back

But it's come I'm not coming back

Traveling

And if I knew about I could

I'd give up your ghostly good

But I'm not sure if it isn't here

That it's my ghost somebody to you

But I don't need to have any love

As you make me think what

When I could see myself the way you do

And I could almost see myself in you

But I could almost see myself in you

This time I'm not coming back

Traveling

You got the help me, baby

I can't do it all by myself

You got the help me, baby

I can't do it all by myself

You don't have your own help me, darling

I have the plans on the barrier

I may have the words, may have the soul

I might have the foot

Yeah, I might not have the flow

But you help me, darling

I can't do it all by myself

You know I don't help me, baby

I have the plans on the barrier

And when I walk, you walk with me

And when I talk, you talk to me

Oh, baby

I can't do it all by myself

You know you don't help me, darling

I have the plans on the barrier

And when I walk

You got me, darling

Oh, baby

Bring me my nature

What are you wanting now?

You bring me my nature

What are you wanting now?

Darling, I know you're sleeping

I just feel like I'm now

You got the help me, baby

I can't do it all by myself

You know you don't help me, baby

I have the plans on the barrier

Tom Petty and the heartbreakers doing a blues classic

authored by Sonny Boy Williamson, the song, help me

Tom Petty and the heartbreakers

Here is one from Vermont's Karen McFeeters

on the getaway

Brightened on a road and he's won't feel your rain

Is pounding hard upon the roof

We can't see, I ask you please pull over

In a field of clover with you

Pretty as a picture in a magazine

Every plume, every shade of green

Let the rain do the thing it wants to do

I'm in a field of clover with you

Pretty as a picture in a magazine

Every plume, every shade of green

Let the rain do the thing it wants to do

I'm in a field of clover with you

We don't even notice

We'll wait it out of what else can we do

I would stay forever if you want me to

In a field of clover with you

Pretty as a picture in a magazine

Every plume, every shade of green

Let the rain do the thing it wants to do

I'm in a field of clover with you

I would stay forever if you want me to

In a field of clover with you

I made myself a list, I checked it twice

Because I've never been kind to roll the dice

I took a next return on my fur affair

To avoid all risk and down, I'm still getting better

Calcutty made it all turn like the hoop

Through every preparation of the way I should

Just when I start to feel like I'm on the road

How can it be in one glance I've lost control

Rivers and rains and long the way trains

The bushing and racing of hurricanes

The forces of nature that nothing restrains

Rivers and rains and long the way trains

I'm solid as a rock to set my ways

Until I call the hymns of your greeners

From through the numbers in my head says no

Statistics they shatter in my heart says no

Rivers and rains and long the way trains

The bushing and racing of hurricanes

The forces of nature that nothing restrains

Rivers and rains and long the way trains

My steady feet stumble, the hymns they rumble

The earth should belong around

I try to speak humble, my senses they rumble

The second you came around

Like rivers and rains and long the way trains

The bushing and racing of hurricanes

The forces of nature that nothing restrains

Rivers and rains and long the way trains

Rivers And rain and long the way trains

Rivers and rains and long the way trains

Go a little on, go a little on, but you got it long.

I'm sitting in a park in Paris, France, reading the news and it sure looks bad.

They won't give me a chance.

There was just a dream some of us had.

Still all lines to see, but I wouldn't want to stay here.

It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here.

All the California, California coming home.

I'm going to see the folks I dig.

I'll leave and kiss the sunset peak.

California coming home.

I met a redneck on a gray chanel.

Who did the goat dance very well?

He gave me back my smile.

But he kept my camera still.

Hold the rogue, the red, red, rogue.

He cooked good omelettes and stews and I might have stayed on with him.

But my heart cried out for you.

California, California coming home.

Oh, make me feel good rock and roll band.

I'm your biggest band, California coming home.

Oh, it gets so windy when you're walking.

And the streets are full of strangers.

All the news hour, you read.

Just give you the blues.

Just give it the blues.

So I bought me a ticket.

I caught a plane to Spain.

Went to a party down a red dirt road.

There were lots of pretty people there.

Read and roll and stone, read and vote.

I said, I'm gang around.

I said a week, maybe two.

Just until my skin turns brown and I'm going home.

California, California coming home.

Will you take me as I am?

Strong out on another man.

California coming home.

Oh, it gets so windy when you're walking.

And the streets are full of strangers.

All the news hour, you read.

More for the world and I'm bloody treated.

Oh, will you take me as I am?

Will you take me as I am?

Classic Tony Mitchell, California.

And she followed a new name in the Getaway Labyrinth

The Lost Dogs in their song called Go Anywhere You Want.

Well, you're some new music from Montplayer Region Hour

and Assembly of Dust in earlier days.

Read the frontman for a band called Strange Folk.

This one's called Conspired a Smile,

Region Hour and Assembly of Dusts on the Getaway.

I like one's faces.

Hot while waiting.

You grew through me.

So I could paint.

Carved out my drought so I couldn't dream.

So I could dream.

And I like bright colors.

Quarks of faith.

Survived from self.

Written of time.

I'll save your mark and you'll save mine.

And you'll save mine.

You'll save mine.

I'll keep you safe.

You'll keep me wild.

And you'll come smile.

Conspired a smile.

Smile.

To smile.

Smile.

To smile.

Long fields of adventure.

You're way to the sea.

What a simple gift it is just to be.

Sometimes execution gets away from me.

It gets away from me.

Get some worry from me.

And when I keep you safe.

And you'll keep me wild.

And you'll come smile.

There you go.

Keep me safe and I'll keep you wild.

Conspired.

Keep me safe and I'll keep you wild.

I'll smile.

Keep me safe and I'll keep you wild.

Conspired.

Keep me safe and I'll keep you wild.

Conspired.

Smile.

To smile.

And the shores were known.

And the shores were good all right.

And the shores were good and right.

And the north pole.

And the shores were good and right.

And the north pole knew all leads.

And the night was bright and north pole knew all leads.

And the night was right and not bold, no more leads

I, I, I keep you safe

And you, hmm, hmm, keep me wide

And we'll come and smile, we'll come and smile

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Smile, smile

And we'll come and smile, we'll come and smile

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Smile, smile

And we'll come and smile, we'll come and smile

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

No one may be wishing on a world

Then they'll never be, I'll keep on wishing

No matter how hopeless or foolish

Amazing, I'll keep on wishing

Toss my coins in the fountain

I look full of buzz and grass and lungs

Seach for shooting sounds in the night

Cross my fingers and breathe in more

No one may be dreaming of a world

Far from present reality, I'll keep on dreaming

No matter how unrealistic or naive

Been lazy, always dreaming

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Toss your coins in the fountain

Look full of buzz and grass and lungs

Seach for shooting sounds in the night

Cross your fingers and breathe in more

We must always be the game of the world

As a place of infinite probabilities

Always good days

No man, how hopeless or foolish

Amazing, always good days

Toss your coins in the fountain

Look full of buzz and grass and lungs

Seach for shooting sounds in the night

Cross my fingers and breathe in more

I'll keep on wishing

No matter how unrealistic or naive

Been lazy, always dreaming

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Toss your coins in the fountain

Look full of buzz and grass and lungs

Seach for shooting sounds in the night

Tracey Chapman wrapping up our first hour together

This edition of the Green Mountain Ghetto

Into the second hour, it's today's edition of the Green Mountain Ghetto way

And beginning with, as always, on-core, on-core

Two versions of the same song

It's an on-core performance for a Gordon Lightfoot song, Whisper's of the North

Bound with a wild and restless friend that pulls me from within

And we can ride away, we can play it all day

And we can fly away

Whisper's of the North, soon I will return again

To those endless afternoons in sunshine and in rain

Whisper's of my love and days and weeks on end

I will share my thoughts or in prayers that I will send

And we can ride away, we can play it all day

And we can fly away

Whisper's of the North, the river and the shore

And I land that tested as covers, 10,000 years before

Whisper's of my heart in the tracks of animals

I believe my footprint's there to fly beneath the snow

And we can ride away, we can play it all day

And we can fly away

Whisper's of the wind, I will feel it's deep

I will see a rising fall, I will hear it sing

The sound is like a song to me, it takes away the pain

The river is the melody and the sky is the refrain

And we can ride away, we can play it all day

And we can fly away

And we can ride away, we can play it all day

And we can fly away

Whisper's of the North, soon I will go forth

Gordon Lightfoot, Whisper's of the North

Encore Encore, here is Tony Rice

We can fly it all day, we can fly it all day

And we can ride away, we can fly it all day

We can fly it all day

And we can fly it all day

Whisper's of the North, soon I will return again

To those endless avenues, sunshine and in rain

Whisper's of my love, for days and weeks owning

I will share my thoughts with her, with prayers that I will sing

And we can ride away, we can fly it all day

We can fly away

And we can ride away, we can fly it all day

We can fly it all day

And we can fly it all day

Whisper's of the North, soon I will go forth

In the land that tested Eskimos, 10,000 years before

Whisper's of my heart, in the tracks of animals

I will leave my footprints there to fly beneath the snow

And we can ride away, we can fly it all day

We can fly away

And we can ride away, we can fly it all day

We can fly it all day

Whisper's of the wind, high will fill in steam

High will see it rise above, not the care it seems

The sound is like something to me, it takes away the pain

The river is the melody, the sky is the refrain

We can ride away, we can fly it all day

We can fly it all day

And we can ride away, we can fly it all day

We can fly it all day

Whisper's of the North, soon I will go forth

A couple of legends who have long since departed

Tony Rice right there covering Gordon Lightfoot's Whisper's of the North

Today's edition of Encore, Encore, launching the second hour of

Yeah, this 137th edition of this music broadcast

brought to you by the stations of the Radio Vermont Group

Here's new music from Luke Colmes with help from Alison Krause

My dear is darling

I miss you more than words can tell

I hope the garden's going down

It's all in rain, good spirits and good health

We've traveled far now

With a long way to go still

I know not yet when I'll return or if I ever will

Each day grows colder

Filled with powder, smoking steel

I worry for it so I've forgotten how to feel

Picture

In the pocket of my coat

I sometimes find it I'm alone

It's my last bit of hug

I miss the grips of these troubled times

Way back to you

I always find

You're the winner

Whisper's through the pounds

Blooming the roads

Green on the fine

Until we meet again

My last sincerely sign

I'm ever yours

You're ever a man

Some of these boys

I'm a tutor that I own

They fight like men and men

Get cut down before they're grown

This is my prayer

That I daughter in our sons

Wrath their arms around each other

And never around the gun

It's the grips of these troubled times

Way back to you

I always find

You're the winner

Whisper's through the pounds

Blooming the roads

Green on the fine

Until we meet again

My last sincerely sign

I'm ever yours

You're ever a man

You should hear

It's come my time

Way back to you

I always find

I'll be the wind, the whispers through the pines

Pitching the blind star in the shine

We're made again on the other side

I'm ever new, you're ever blind

I'll be the wind, the whispers through the pines

If you really boyake in the mirror of a bad dream

And for a fraction of a second, you can't remember where you are

Just open your window and follow your memory upstream

To the metal in the mountain where we counted every fall and star

I believe a light that shines on you will shine on you forever

And though I can't guarantee there's nothing scary hiding under your bed

I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard of a golden retriever

And never leave until I leave you with a sweet dream in your bed

I'm gonna watch you shine, gonna watch you grow

Gonna pay the sign so you'll always know

As long as one and one is two

There could never be a father of this God or more than I love you

Trust your intuition, it's just like going fishing

You cast your line and hope you get it a bite

But you don't need to waste your time

Worryin' about the marketplace, try to help the human race

Struggling to survive, it's harshest night

I'm gonna watch you shine, gonna watch you grow

Gonna pay the sign so you'll always know

As long as one and one is two

There could never be a father of this God or more than I love you

I'm gonna watch you shine, gonna watch you grow

Gonna pay the sign so you'll always know

As long as one and one is two

There could never be a father of this God or more than I love you

Father and daughter, Jim from Paul Simon on the getaway

And country music's Luke Holmes coming out with some new music

He's joined by Allison Krauss on that song called Evermind, a brand new one from those folks

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Introducing you perhaps to a Vermont player by the name of John Spice

I took the road down by the river today

You can see the fish rising when you go that way

And on the horizon was the sun and day

It's not too surprising, I decided to stay

Hey, I'm a going fishing, I'm a playing hook

It always had the entrance as my dad at first took me

Me and this world we get a step out of time

So I'm a going fishing to get a little piece of mine

You see, I keep my waders and my pole in the back

And some fires that were tied by my hold on my jack

From the hair of a bear that was hanging in the shack

I threw out my line and I took up a slack

Hey, I'm a going fishing, I'm a playing hook

It always had the entrance as my dad at first took me

Me and this world we get a step out of time

So I'm a going fishing to get a little piece of mine

Well that big brown trout, he took it straight to the bottom

A couple times I think I almost caught him

But then he swam right toward me, it was a move I taught him

On another sun and day late last autumn

Hey, I'm a going fishing, I'm a playing hook

It always had the entrance as my dad at first took me

Me and this world we get a step out of time

So I'm a going fishing to get a little piece of mine

When he gets away you know I try a little harder

Every time I catch him he gets a little smarter

But I guess I'm no killer and I guess he's no martyr

Still I wonder how he tastes with a little bit of tartar

Hey, I'm a going fishing, I'm a playing hook

It always had the entrance as my dad at first took me

Me and this world we get a step out of time

So I'm a going fishing to get a little piece of mine

For bonds, John Smith on the Green Mountain get away

No matter of fact, trout season is just a couple of weeks away

I believe here in the Green Mountain state

You could fish your rod but trout season coming up

The second Saturday of April I believe

This here is John Fogarty on the getaway

Mama come look quick there's a light up in the sky

I see the sign and she, and it's a calling you ain't done

And if you listen, clothe the reasons all come clear

There's nothing left to be

Well, there's nothing left to be

Leaving all of this pain behind

Gonna stay away

Breaking all of these chains on wine

Gonna stay away

Mama, come quick

Do I see an open door

The passageway is lit

And it's time to get on board

What wonders we will see

What beauty to my eyes

Come along with me

Across the rainbow sky

Leaving all of this pain behind

Gonna stay away

Leaving all of these chains on wine

Gonna stay away

Breaking all of this trouble

Mine gonna walk away

Leaving all of this pain behind

Gonna stay away

Mama, come quick

There's light up in the sky

I see the silence here

And it's calling you and I

I see the silence here

I used to be a candle in the wind

Now you're a big shot in the dark

You used to think that love was the answer

Now it's just another big question mark

You used to believe in the power of music

And all that revolutionary stuff

Back when money was the root of all evil

Back before you suddenly grew up

I used to laugh at the men on the chest

For all those little ponds

Want to be cute

You used to say I refused to play that game

Now you think winning is everything

You used to feel like a baby in the woods

And out of your little gunny sack

You used to be a cry in the wilderness

Now you just another mom would check

And write the first time

You used to love swimming upstream

Now you like to go in a flow

Take a ride on the big water slide

And never mind the rocks

And the world goes down below

You used to be a candle in the wind

Now you're a big shot in the dark

You used to think that love was the answer

Now it's just another big question mark

You used to believe in the power of music

And all that revolutionary stuff

Back when money was the root of all evil

Now you just can't seem to get in trouble

Get a ride on the big water slide

The sign of the midnight I used to do until the sun came up

Every sign of the bitter poison of the never-ending cup

And I always say I never take someone in the band

Well, I guess things turned out different than I planned

Oh yeah, I guess things turned out different than I planned

Well, I left my happy home to see what I could find out

I left my broken friends with the aim to clear my mind out

When I hit the roundy road, there were many kinds I liked there

Many stories told me how long I've been waiting to get there