july and dreaming of canoes again

The attributed titles of the Journals of Lewis and Clark are begging to be made into an epic cycle of Great American Pop Songs. Sufjan Stevens eat your overly precious, hummy little heart out. I'm seeing albums of bright and brash and un-chastened hooks that can live up to the challenge L+C laid down. How fast would I pay up for the tracks on:

We Set the Prairies on Fire
The Fragments of Many Carcasses
Poor Starved Devils
We Set Out With the Party
Persuaded That It Was an Indian That Had Shot Me
(and, naturally), Captain Clark Thought Himself Somewhat Bilious and Had Not Had A Passage For Several Days