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writing songs
01:38
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I hear the ghosts of chickens in the basement while we sleep
brewing early morning coffee I try not to make a peep
or maybe its the rats under the porch in our backyard
we make this place together for together we'll go far
sing songs about our garden and the nazis and the smoke
so much shit to write about I worry I might choke
this home is not a house it's so much more than just the walls
I like writing songs with you lets write some fucking songs
the next show will be harder bring the house down on our friends
we got a new hardcore band brewing in this modest den
we'll take it on the road so we can travel til we're gone
I like writing songs...
we saw some shit last weekend always always watch the tide
if we hadn't worked together that woman might have died
yesterday we planted peas they'll sprout in not too long
I like writing songs...
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a moment
01:54
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there's a moment every morning when I see you lying there
asleep beneath our blanket tangled in your hair
your face glows in the sunlight of the early morning sun
breathing soft as ripples a creek I hear it run
and I'll kiss you until you wake up
to meet your blue grey eyes
I'll kiss you until you wake up
I can picture your blue grey eyes
and I already miss them
your body bare and warming legs entwined in mine
I draw a little closer your hair still smells of pine
we left the window open I taste the dewy breeze
zucchinis in our garden growing as they please
and I kiss you until you wake up
to meet your blue grey eyes
I kiss you until you wake up
I can picture your blue grey eyes
and I already miss them
now the moment's passed we dress and meet the day
can't wait until tomorrow that's all that I can say
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carrots and peas
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sometimes love is a salad with so much random shit
I don't know quite how it'll make me feel
but at the end of the day my belly is content
with your sweet potatoes and kale
at least four maybe six potatoes did we steal
because that's how many fit in my coat
no one would have eaten them a goddamn prison kitchen
love the farmers fuck the cops that's how we role
when I hold your hand it's just like growing peas
a child again toes deep in the dirt
lets spend the day outside build a compost play with fire
I can sing but I don't know how to flirt
I never thought food erotic
but you make kale look hot
I met you in a garden bed
and though we didn't talk
I thought each day I saw you pulling weeds
that we would go together like carrots and peas...
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runes
01:05
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the runes on your fingers make me think about the trees
and every time you smile I see lavender and bees
I don't know where we're going and I don't know what we'll see
but I know that I'm happy when you're lying next to me
you like my leather jacket and I like your muddy pants
and I like how you insist that when there's music we must dance
one day we biked to seward and it put me in a trance
I think you know the feeling when you see so many plants
we'll throw a folk punk festival and rowdy hardcore shows
our friends can eat spaghetti as midnight comes and goes
reading on the porch with you the orange sunset glows
the evening breeze is warming because now we've made a home
I turned the garden soil and we got a load of seeds
lets grow some fucking vegetables for all our veggie needs
I don't know where we're going and I don't know what we'll see
but I know that I'm happy when you're lying next to me...
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foraging and the rattling bones Eugene, Oregon
ON INDEFINITE HIATUS
raw old time and fiddlecore
miriam -
fiddle/vox/tenor banjo
spencer - vox/guitar/mandolin
mara - rhythm bones/suitcase
earwig - banjo
josh - bass/vox
slug - vox/guitar
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