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lyrics
it was four o'clock on a sunday morning
the birds still sleepin and all the fog still rollin
and i opened up the door and i let em inside
their badges all shinin and all the lights flashin
they asked me what is your name boy and what is your profession
i said my name is an echo and i barely do nothin
and then they turned to her and she spoke not a word
and i was relieved when they turned to leave
i said one of these days you know i'll quit this for good
but did i mean the woman
or did i mean the beatin
or did i mean the seemingly cowardly being
crumblin under a burden of choosin
and im the one who's torn inside
but she's the one that's bruisin
thanksgivin and christmas and the fourth of july
when everyone's over
her mother and father
i wonder just what it is that goes through their minds
past the holes in the wall, the cracks in the door frames
i'd have something to say if it was my daughter
but it's been the same since i can remember
back when i was little, each evening was a gamble
and the teachers in school had other business to handle
and im still playin that same old game today
and sometimes the shame don't even taste bitter
and the cracks in the wall might even heal yet her fate aint the one of her choosin'
cause im the one who spun the wheel
but she's the one that's losin'
adam and eve existed in innocence
with everything tranquil
at least for awhile
and we lived in our eden with all those weeds tended
and we played at perfection
and managed to smile
and though the green season was long in stayin'
it started to tell me it was thinking of changing
its breezes turned cold and its colors turned fading
and i caught that wind on the side of my face
and it spun me around
and i spun her with me
and i lost all the threads
and the heads of the needles
i lost all of the pretense of choosing
cause im the cyclone in the garden
and she's the black eyed susan
supported by 7 fans who also own “Black Eyed Susan”
Everything about this album screams 'long lost classic from way back in the golden era of songwriting'. Well, everything except the fact that it came out only a few years back. Jeremy / HI54LOFI
supported by 7 fans who also own “Black Eyed Susan”
Whilst gently paddling along this glistening river with the sun warming my back I found contentment. At a peaceful spot I set up camp and breathed in the beauty........."I think I'll stay a while" I said to myself.
Thank you for this peaceful spot Mr Henderson :0) Martin Shields
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021
On “Meet Me By the River,” Dawn Landes’s self-described “Nashville record,” buoyant country melodies settle deep into lush instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2018
supported by 6 fans who also own “Black Eyed Susan”
The sweetness of the harmony and beauty of the tracks made me have to purchase this album. The vocals float like ethereal sprites with compelling warmness yet a certain captivating sadness as well. This is what Americana should sound like... this is what country should sound like... for it's so real and emotionally delivered... yet absolutely gorgeous. theexplodingogre