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I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
It was redI slept in her black arms for a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return
I gave her nothing in returnThe ghost of her husband
Beautiful as a horse
Pulled up an apple cart
Full of millions of red apples for us

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Bill Callahan, born in Silver Spring, Maryland. Callahan followed the lo-fi genre of underground rock, with homemade tape-albums recorded on four track tape recorders. Later he signed a record contract with the label drag city. Callahan started out as a highly experimental artist, utilizing sub-standard instruments and recording equipment. His reason for using the lo-fi approach was not so much an aesthetic choice, rather it came from his lack of knowledge of recording studios, and fear of giving up control to professional engineers.

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