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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tober took the old dirt road
Past the mill and the rusted rail
Pocket full of secrets
Paper bag
Small and pale
Clouds like torn-up postcards
Sun a busted TV glow
He said “Mama
I’ll be home by dark”
But he walked in slow
[Verse 2]
By the creek the alder leaned
Like old men trading lies
He found those spotted toadstool crowns
Under ferns and flies
He whispered to the empty air
“Show me somethin’ true”
Chewed the caps like bitter rain
Watched the daylight move
[Chorus]
Oh Tober
In the Alger woods
Leaves turned to stained glass light
Branches hummed your name so low
As the day slipped out of sight
You stepped through where the world grows thin
Past where any map understood
Oh Tober
Tiny barefoot king
Of the Alger woods
[Verse 3]
Moss grew teeth and started laughs
Granite stones began to dance
A beetle bowed and tipped its hat
“Care to take a chance?”
The logging road curled up like smoke
The sky poured liquid blue
The moon clock chimed eleven suns
All winking back at you
[Chorus]
Oh Tober
In the Alger woods
Owls wore crowns of rain
Rabbits told you secret jokes
About the hidden grain
You sipped light from a silver leaf
Swore you finally understood
Oh Tober
Wide and wondering eyes
In the Alger woods
[Bridge]
Was it just a long
Long blink
In a boy’s unsteady head
Or a kingdom hid in cedar roots
Where the tall grass makes your bed
You came home with muddy knees
Pine pitch on your hands
Silence stuck between your teeth
Like that other land
[Chorus]
Oh Tober
In the Alger woods
Years roll like fallen logs
But you still see faces
In the morning fog
When the night smells wet and green
And the stars burn like they should
You go walking
Half a step away
Back to Alger woods
Details
GeneratedMar 4, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Fingerpicked 12‑string folk ballad, late-60s vibe; male vocals intimate and storytelling up close to the mic. Warm tape saturation, gentle tambourine on choruses, soft upright bass underpinning the low end. Harmonica swells between sections; vocal doubles and close harmonies bloom subtly on the hook in each chorus, then fall back to a lone voice for verses., string folk, ballad, deep
Credits
Prompt by
Seneca
SenecaModelAria v5
Prompt
A story about a kid named Tober who ate psychedelic Psilocybe mushrooms and entered a Fantasyland in the deep woods of Alger Washington in the early 1980s, 1960s 12 string folk ballad
