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Foxgloves
03:38
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There is a Tree
04:53
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Sunday Shoes, carved in stone
Lining the walls of your grandmother's home
And in many ways, they’ve remained the same
Since the day her eyes peeled through the window pane
There is a tree
Goldenrod and wild thyme
Fill the field that meet here mountainside
In here hand build house, and her god built home
Her mind has seen more than a river stone
There is a tree
These woods are filled with forgotten homes
Voiceless footprint of the ones who use to roam
But their memories now, stacks of stone
A cardinal fills the space where the leaves have blown
There is a tree
She's climbed the mountain side
Time and time again
And at the top, there is a stone
With a name carved in
And in its shadow
There is a tree
Filled with the carvings of lovers and beasts
And it says to me
She picks up her soul, from the window sill
Fills her arms with the word she’s yet to kill
In her rosary and her sunday shoes
She walks to the field where she buried her lover's blues
There is a tree
Filled with the carvings of lovers and beasts
And it says to me
These marks are the only things we leave
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3. |
Grains in the Garden
03:40
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Carbon filled footprints
Pieces of bone
Washed in the ocean
Turned into stone
Grains in the garden
Covered in dew
If I was a mirror
I’d only show you
Built by these stories
Grown in the trees
Milled into lumber
Nailed by the sea
Grains in the garden
Rusted right through
If I was a mirror
I’d only show you
Ribs of ceder
Bark of a tree
Pressed into paper
Pressed into me
Grains in the garden
Buried from view
If I was a mirror
I’d only show you
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Things you Steal
05:47
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There’s a fire in my window
Sayin come on in (x2)
And there’s a stone in my backyard
With my name dug in (x2)
There's a girl in my kitchen
Her eyes are brown (x2)
And there’s a lake in my head
Saying come on down
Saying don’t be shy
About the things you steel
Keep your feet in the wild
And your hands in the field
There’s a mother in my doorway
Sayin’ don’t let go (x2)
She’s got the longest black hair
That was ever grown (x2)
Saying don’t be shy
About the things you steel
Keep your feet in the wild
And your hands in the field
There’s a river in the north woods
It flows into the sky (x2)
Seems like a nice place
For a soul like mine (x2)
Saying don’t be shy
About the things you steel
Keep your feet in the wild
And your hands in the field
And all the things we saw
And all the thing we did
Our hands got dirty, but our eyes got big
You know this ghost of mine
If my closest friend
He says life is defined
By the time you spend
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Brother
03:25
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Do you know my Brother?
He was born in May
Right after my sister
But then the rains washed him away
Do you know my Brother?
Made of flesh and bone
That’s probably why he never
Seemed to make it home
Do you know my Brother?
Less blood than soul
Wiser than your preacher
He plays rock and roll
Do you know my Brother?
He always waits his turn
He says life keeps on changing
You never really learn
Do you know my Brother?
Not a dollar for his name
He once was a drummer
Beating in the rain
And sometimes in the evening
If you can sit real still
You can hear my brother
And the space he fills
Do you know my Brother?
He died before he was born
In a hospital bedroom
He never made it home
Do you know my Brother?
I’ll meet him someday soon
High up in the mountains
In the autumn moon
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Separated by the Sea
06:25
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So what does this all mean?
Separated by the Sea
All the places we can’t be
All the faces we can’t see
So what does this all mean?
To be what you believe
When most of those in need
Don’t look like you or me
How are we supposed to see
The plants that we don’t seed
The hands that we don’t feed
The blood that we don’t bleed
And the kids out on the street
And the bombs beneath their feet
The wolf and sheep
The weight of concrete
Where does the soul go?
When we trade it away for soil
When we trade it away for oil
To keep the rich royal
Where does the soul go?
When we burned down it home
When we excavate its bones
When we cover it with stone
So what does this all mean?
Separated by the sea
So what does this all mean?
To be what you believe
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GoldenOak Portland, Maine
GoldenOak is an Indie Soul-Folk band from Portland, Maine fronted siblings Zak and Lena Kendall.
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