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A song written by our drummer, Jim Hill, after wonderful, yet very soggy gig at the Corvallis Contractor Open House in Corvallis, Oregon

The Mystery of the Missing Brown Tarps
(A Folk Ballad)(Verse 1)
In Corvallis town, where the contractors meet,
The grand opening roared on a dusty street.
Kota Silver played, their guitars did sing,
But when the dust settled, there was a curious thing.The brown tarps were gone, not a trace to be found,
Vanished in the night without makin’ a sound.
From the stage to the stalls, folks whispered and frowned,
What happened to the tarps in old Corvallis town?(Chorus)
Oh, where’d they go, those tarps of brown?
Lost in the night when the sun went down.
Kota Silver’s chords still echo around,
But the mystery of the tarps haunts Corvallis town.(Verse 2)
The contractors gathered, their tools all in tow,
For a day of new builds and a grand ol’ show.
The tarps were laid out, all sturdy and wide,
To shield from the sun and the dust they’d abide.But when Kota Silver struck their final chord,
And the crowd clapped loud with a mighty roar,
The tarps disappeared like a ghost in the haze,
Leavin’ folks to wonder for the rest of their days.(Chorus)
Oh, where’d they go, those tarps of brown?
Lost in the night when the sun went down.
Kota Silver’s chords still echo around,
But the mystery of the tarps haunts Corvallis town.(Bridge)
Some say the wind took ‘em, carried ‘em high,
Up to the stars in the Oregon sky.
Some blame the roadies, or a prankster’s delight,
Others swear the tarps just walked off in the night.The band packed their gear, said, “We didn’t see,
No tarps in our van, don’t go blamin’ me!”
But the whispers still linger, the rumors still creep,
The tarps are still missin’, and the secret runs deep.(Chorus)
Oh, where’d they go, those tarps of brown?
Lost in the night when the sun went down.
Kota Silver’s chords still echo around,
But the mystery of the tarps haunts Corvallis town.(Verse 3)
Now contractors meet, and they still tell the tale,
Of the grand opening night when the tarps set sail.
Was it magic, or mischief, or a cosmic design?
Or just some old tarps that slipped out of time?So raise up a glass to the mystery unsolved,
To the tarps that vanished as the night evolved.
Kota Silver still plays, their music profound,
But the tarps stay a secret in old Corvallis town.(Final Chorus)
Oh, where’d they go, those tarps of brown?
Lost in the night when the sun went down.
Kota Silver’s chords still echo around,
But the mystery of the tarps haunts Corvallis town.(Outro)
So if you’re in Corvallis when the moon’s hangin’ low,
And you hear that band play with a silvery glow,
Keep an eye on your tarps, don’t let ‘em take flight,
Or they’ll vanish forever in the Corvallis night.

Thank you. Jim! This was a great tribute to a unique show.