Time leads me to belonging’s grace. The drifting mountains, sifting hills, forests enclave, gravel pounds. Walking til’ my feat falls flat; I rest under trees why leaves camouflage me. Already west when my quest is back home… in a faint, beckoning assuage; reminiscent of Ma who always cared too much – with her undying love now a comforting memory – as footsteps in my soul on a path to soar. Black-eyed Susans and their friends break earth around me.. do they sing when they see the sun? A shout, a gasp, or a sigh for eternity? What do they believe? The strum of petals forgiving sin; steady growth like beard or wind; bark that bites, angels who romp, and heartbeat knock, tick-tock, of a flock. Do they or the birds above see me? Window’s fog is revealing fingerprinted faces, and a Portland, Maine man, David Lamb, has Rhode Islands across lakes of succumbing fate to find The Devil Dancing.
Soft shoes and skull shakers.
Brown Bird – Bottom of the Bottle
Brown Bird – Severed Soul
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I like the Severed Soul track. Thanks for posting this up.
There album is dark, IMO, but they have talent. I also like Severed Soul.
Nice to meet Brown Bird
I’m gonna try get my hands on this album. This just struck a chord with me. Thanks for the intro.
I haven’t been on this site for ages. It’s class, especially to come across music like this…even if there is a strong girly bias with a lot of the other music, it usually puts me in good form. :))))
Wow! Bottom of the Bottle is a great song. I like it!
I was able to see this band live in a very small houseshow, and they blew me away. It really makes me happy that you folks, too, have been able to hear them.
Double Cellos! An interesting sound and soul! Wonderful song!