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Long Car Ride
04:49
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I know the reason you were sad for that whole season and I
I can't hold an ounce of blame
You told the story of the riches and the glory you saw
Hidden behind the savior's name
I felt the spirit, I thought I was getting near it when it
Pulled the breath right from my lungs
So maybe later we can do ourselves a favor, well the
The river's ripe, we'll dive right in
So come on now, shout it out
It'll never be this good again
Just close your eyes on this long car ride
We could be anywhere at all
We passed the mission and we had to ask the question is this
A once in a lifetime kind of thing
Everything was new now, I had let go feeling blue somehow and
All my blood had turned from black to red
The highway's a ribbon, it's a gift that we are given and well
Who are we to argue that right now?
I felt our last time, it was resting there on my mind like a
Cool drink of water in a drought
So come on now, shout it out
It'll never be this good again
Just close your eyes on this long car ride
We could be anywhere at all
Just close your eyes on this long car ride
We don't need anything at all
I know the reason you were sad for that whole season and I
I can't hold an ounce of blame
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Front Porch, Back Yard
01:51
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Front porch, backyard, beech tree, Pennsylvania
Stand of sweet corn, the sands of Carolina
Brick street, sidewalk, raincoat, Philadelphia
Fog and ferns on the coast of California
California
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Buried In Your Mind
04:22
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Like a light through the window
Was the hair on her head
But the sea cast a shadow
As the men claimed her bed
Flash of steel silver
Buried in your mind
Lungs fill with water
The witch will reveal her true sign
What possession could this be?
Bodies sink like a stone
And the blood forms a selkie
Diving down far below
Fear like a serpent
Buried in your mind
She will awake it
The witch will behold what you hide
All you men with your cravings
See the fate that awaits
Your soft heads are for striking
And make a home for her blade
She knows the secret
Buried in your mind
Who else could take it
The witch is the last of her kind
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The Orchards Portland, Maine
The Orchards were the songwriting project of Pennsylvania native Eric Schwan, based in Portland, ME and featuring a revolving cast of musicians adding orchestral and ambient textures and harmonies to his simple, folk-based songs. They released their LP, "Sing Birds, In Your Shrinking Woods" on Apohadion/Burst & Bloom Records with a final show on September 15, 2019. ... more
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