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Right On
03:46
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I’m not mad but I should be
Since true love proved unlucky
I cast the dye, I stained my hands
On wrongful judgments and half-baked plans
I was right on in loving you
And dead wrong in thinking we couldn’t lose
I’m not crying but I wish I could
Heart snapped off like plywood
How will I sand these scales from my skin?
I just want to be soft again
I was right on in loving you
And dead wrong in thinking we couldn’t lose
Right on in loving you
And dead wrong in thinking we couldn’t lose
What is it about the space between?
We fit so much inside and then find it empty
I’m not singing in an empty room
If you’re hearing this I hope you know - you’re right on too
You were wrong before, but that’s nothing new
We’re all suckers in the way that love makes us fools
So right on in loving
You might be dead wrong, at least you’re trying
Right on in loving
You might be dead wrong, at least you’re trying
You’re trying
You’re trying
You’re trying
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2. |
Cornfields and Roadkill
03:23
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There is an old barn on a ghost farm
Hollowed out and filled with stars
The sky fell through the busted roof
A hole so wide, the moon came too
There’s a strange glow in these kind of ruins
A broken dream we’re clinging to
Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still
Still thinking about that oak tree
There on the edge of that property
On land stolen, bought, and tilled
Two hundred years and that tree is still
Holding up the canopy of a forest cut for currency
Can’t imagine, still I try
Intelligence outside my mind
Patience, dignity, old-growth, green leaves
Deep roots, metal teeth cutting through the years of those tree rings
Tornado siren, tumbleweed, Christmas lights on main street
Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still
Driving wild to get there quick
Outrunning the hurt you know will stick
Rich with excuses but I’m not convinced
Just cause you’re speeding ahead
Doesn’t mean that it’s fixed
Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still
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3. |
Blueberry Bog
02:41
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Take me to blueberry bog
I’ll take the trail straight through the fog
The end times on everyone’s mind
I’ve been having these dreams for a long time
You see the heartache from miles away
All the while water’s rising you’ve got debts to pay
You’re not waiting on a savior, you’re doing okay
Finding silver linings threaded through the day
At least today
Take me to my favorite booth
On the Northeast corner of 13th Avenue
Mikkel’s on the stage with somebody new
On a perfectly average Sunday afternoon
I feel the heartbeat from miles away
All the while water’s rising I got debts to pay
I’m not waiting for a savior, but I’m doing okay
Finding silver linings threaded through the day
At least today
Take me up to the room
Lay me down and love me like we’re still brand new
(Ooooooooooh!)
Nights are getting short and there’s buds on the trees
I’m so ready for spring I could get down on my knees
I’ve carried heartbreak from miles away
All the while not inviting the feeling to stay
Now I’m flinging open windows, unlocking the doors
Come on into the house, we got room for more
What you waiting for?
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4. |
Child of Violence
03:48
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Another child of violence
Another language gone silent
(I am) the red ribbon of legacy, rolling past the knees
Rivers of salt water carving out your cheeks
Another mother of heartbreak
Of bullshit in such high stakes
Another twisted trick of fate
Of too little too late
I could be a break in the chain
I could be a break in the chain
I could be a piece of the change
When I talk about it I’ll call it by it’s name
Another one from the church pew
Would the son of God be angry or just confused?
Another witch hunt under the blazing sun
Another white man standing with a hot gun
Another blue sky morning
In the land of the free to believe
Lies on the Internet and the glamor of money
Missing the real thing
I could be a break in the chain
You could be a break in the chain
You could be a piece of the change
When you talk about it call it by it’s name
We’ve been talking our cues
From the darker hues
Of destiny and cheap booze
Racking them up
Setting them back
It didn’t have to be like that
We could be a break in the chain
We could be a break in the chain
We could be a piece of the change
When you’re talkin to me call me by my name
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5. |
Seven Veils
04:21
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Moving in, moving on
I swore I’d leave, instead I’m going strong
Calling in, calling out
Your voice is on the telephone but can’t answer right now
When I think of you
I see what we might do
A fantasy
When you think of me
And what we could be
A fantasy
Seven veils between
The smooth touch of honesty
Weaving in, weaving through
We’re living in a spiders web
Cobwebs in my heart and head
Running towards, running up
Against barricades and chainlink fences
All the past and future tenses
When I look at you
I see what we might do
A fantasy
When you look at me
I see what we could be
Another fantasy
Seven veils between
Where we’re at, and what we dream
Looking out, look where tomorrow floats
I missed another sunset from under my microscope
Holding on, holding up
Patters of a tapestry, tryna find my place in the mystery
When I look at you
I see what we might do
The possibilities
When you look at me
I see what we can be
In reality
When I look at you
I see what we could do
Can you see it too?
When you look at me
I see what we could be
Look what we can be
Seven veils fall away
As the night folds from the day
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6. |
Ghost On The Porch
02:38
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"Go go go" said the woman from the porch
She was my mirror image, just standing in the door
I asked who who who sends me from this place
Are you a liar or a warning or a ghost with my own face?
Doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter the one who was not me cried out
Soon the storm is coming and you must not be about
What of my children, what of my garden
What of the life that I have built?
Storm or not I will not leave save death should come himself
It is him, it is him, she spoke with a pale face
He rides this way with wicked speed, your breath he means to take
In and out, in and out my lungs billow strong and proud
Yet another man who so intends to sink me in the ground
So go go go said the woman from the porch
As I turned upon my heel to meet the life I’m running towards
So go go go I sing it like a prayer
My legs fly like feathered wings to far away
I don’t know where
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7. |
Fast Food
02:39
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Fast food in a slow mood
The king of the land is a lonely fool
Eagle soars in circles ahead
Floodwaters left us in muddy beds
Quilted miles of iron and wheat
Does it count if it just repeats?
Are you alone in that empty room
Or do the city specters live there too?
A man is waiting at a one-way street
For a winter wind he might never meet
Quilted miles of iron and wheat
Does it count if it just repeats?
If you want a song, you’ll have to pay
With your sanity and any loose change
Fast food inside the white lines
It all tastes the same on that interstate drive
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8. |
Quickest Way
03:27
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Sometimes a dream
Is the quickest way to reach me
Things sure got hard
When I tried to make them easy
Honestly
It’s still a mystery
How I got so tangled up
In your geography
Mountains and valleys
City parks and alleys
I am my only hope
And my own worst enemy
Just begun but tired out
I wish that I would help me out
Walked myself right off the map
I wasn’t ready yet
There are no straight roads
To the part of the heart that seems to know
Where it is I need
To go
Maybe I’ll see you where
The hills are green and the wind is fair
It might take forever
But I don’t care
Mountains and valleys
City parks and alleys
I am my only hope
And my own worst enemy
Just begun but tired out
I wish that I would help me out
Walked myself right off the map
Am I there yet?
Maybe I’ll see you where
The hills are green and the wind is fair
Whichever way you take
May the way take you there
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9. |
Song For The Seeds
03:21
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Oh bluebell, do tell
I’m listening and I mean well
Even monsters like their flowers
You watch them fall
From their towers
Through the cracks one seed at a time
I give back what was never mine
Yarrow, what of tomorrow?
Teach me to heal my sorrow
Set the boundary, soft and loving
Clean the wounds of each day
For mending
Through the cracks one seed at a time
I give back what was never mine
Clover, I step over
Takes water from the sky and sows her
No more lawns, I will lay you down
Learn to be patient and spread it out
Through the cracks one seed at a time
I give back what was never mine
Through the cracks one seed at a time
I give back what was never mine
Oh cosmo, where do we go
It’s big out there and so hard to know
What it means, but you’re out there dancing
Could it be as simple as catching the breeze?
Through the cracks one seed at a time
I give back what was never mine
Through the cracks one seed at a time
I give back what was never mine
Through the cracks one seed at a time
I give back what was never mine
Through the cracks one seed at a time
I give back what was never mine
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Humbird Minneapolis, Minnesota
Combining a wintry longing with the warmth of a familiar folktale, Humbird stretches between experimental folk and environmental Americana to embrace the unexpected. This music invites a refreshing dissonance into the house, it leaves breadcrumbs along the path and reflects light back at the stars. ... more
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