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If I make people smile
on this sin-cursed earth,
where there’s little mirth,
I will not have lived in vain
Raining
Raining pitchforks with old maids for handles
Pitchforks with old maids all day
Raining pitchforks with old maids for handles
Pitchforks with old maids all day
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To the Sea
06:11
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Tangled vines, uneven pines,
Forests nowhere to see...
Boulders towered over, boulders towered over,
boulders tower over me in my dreams.
Sometimes, it seems harder.
It seems harder for me.
But, sometimes, it seems harder.
It seems harder for me than for you
I wake to many a bright and clear morning
Turned to another dark and dreary day.
Rain that’s more a drizzle, coldness with no hope of sun
So I bike down to the water,
Throw my worries in,
Leave 'em to the moaning of the sea.
Sometimes, it seems harder.
It seems harder for me.
And, sometimes, it seems harder.
It seems harder for me than for you.
The ocean, deep and wide,
tells me I can’t hide all these fears in the foam.
Waves tease, lick my feet.
Only fisherman out,
while I wish I were back home.
City, sleep.
And I'll sing my thoughts to the sea.
And sometimes, it seems harder,
It seems harder for me.
But, sometimes, it seems harder
It seems harder for you than for me.
Sinking away slowly, sinking away slowly
Sinking away, sinking away
With time, thoughts slip away
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Nathan killed the bell cow and fed the dogs the liver
And now we’re out of meat and we’ll hang the dogs forever.
We’ll hang the dogs forever, we’ll hang the dogs forever,
And now we’re out of meat and we’ll hang the dogs forever.
Oh the hawk shoots the buzzard and the buzzard shoots the crow
And we’ll wander through Blythe canyon and kill the buffalo
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We’ll kill the buffalo, we’ll kill the buffalo,
And we’ll wander through Blythe canyon and kill the buffalo
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Oh the maggots and the skippers, they do grow so very bold.
Been saving up your buttermilk, seven years old
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Seven years old, seven years old
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Been saving up your buttermilk, seven years old.
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I love the way the sun sits in my hair
after summer’s headed home,
and my feet, they carry me down the road,
as my hips, they sway
and I dance to a beat all my own.
My spine, it stretches,
curving, as I lay my body down.
My arms hold me, not lonely though alone,
Taking time, my fingers reach down slowly
to the water’s edge.
They draw invisible lines in the sand.
I marvel how strong, how strong I am.
My thoughts filter, float on by,
down this lazy river.
They’re moving right along,
My breath fills me, bringing life.
It joins me for a moment,
before leaving with the wind to travel further on.
My eyes, as I lay deep in thought,
they reflect like water, grey-green-blue-brown,
Full of secrets, secrets small but so deep I feel I might drown...
but my heart, my heart, my heart
forgives the summer heat
and peace anchors as the sun goes down.
and I feel what it is
to feed and be fed,
to protect and be protected,
to hold and be held,
to respect and respected,
to love oh to love and be loved.
One day, when I need it most but least expect it,
I’ll hear this song
a letter declaring my love to me.
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Annick Odom Morgantown, West Virginia
Annick Odom is a Belgian-American double bassist and clarinetist. Her ongoing solo project, "West Virginia, My Home," explores the region of Appalachia in the United States through new commissions of pieces inspired by the area and by learning of (sometimes old and sometimes folk) songs from musicians still living in the region. ... more
Annick Odom recommends:
Elk River Blues
by Sweet Joe Pye
This is a trio I play in - with fiddle and cello added! We have made arrangements of Appalachian ballads and fiddle tunes we love.
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This music has everything I need: acoustic instruments, a slow build, layers of atypical harmonies and rhythms being added each pass through, subtle melodies and combinations. Excellent work!
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Unremembered
by Sarah Kirkland Snider (featuring Padma Newsome, DM Stith, and Shara Worden)
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 18, 2015
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Through churning dynamics and elongated, arc-like melodies, clarinetist Joanna Nicholson casts a hypnotizing modern classical spell.
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Moments Remixes
by Michael Vincent Waller
There’s a quiet beauty to this remix album of compositions by Michael Vincent Waller, with contributions from JLin, Prefuse 73, & more.
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This Is America - An Anthology 2020-2021 (ICR023)
by Johnny Gandelsman
Violinist Johnny Gandelsman commissioned work from a wide variety of composers for this complex and diverse portrait of the U.S.
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