Leaves

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Recorded live, by lamplight, into one microphone.

Songs from the autumn wind.

"There is a smell of burning in small towns in afternoon, and men with buckles on their arms are raking leaves in yards as boys come by with straps slung back across their shoulders. The oak leaves, big and brown, are bedded deep in yard and gutter: they make deep wadings to the knee for children in the streets."
- Thomas Wolfe, Of Time And The River

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released October 31, 2015

Andrew Barton- guitar, voice
Kellen Hopfner- voice
Josh Bay- cello

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Advrb Portland, Oregon

Andrew Barton plays, sings, records, organizes, and designs music things as Advrb.

Kellen Hopfner sings with him.

Josh Bay plays cello.

Elisabeth Ryan plays drums.

The band sounds both quiet and loud.
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Track Name: The Memory Reel
on the first day of fall

i pull the apples off the ground

i listen to the sound

of records by

folky ladies

in the nineteen seventies

out in the blustery weather

i pull the tarp over

the porch chairs and table

i put the squash in the oven

i put my wool socks on

i find wild mushrooms on the steps

someone out there knows me well

in the rocking chair

i watch the rain on the window

and let the memory reel roll
Track Name: Shadows of the Mountain
all the towns along the river

in the shadow of the mountains

have almost all been forgotten

at least here in oregon

but every november

i go up that river

because i, for one,

remember

i leave the woodsmoke

and the shelter

head into

the mist and the

wind

let it blow me off the road

there's a monastery hidden in the pines

and i follow the paths that they've made

then i stray

deeper into the mossy, drenched wood

i can hear the river behind me

i can hear the river behind me

then suddenly

i hear the river

in front of me

i turn in circles, lost

i turn in circles, lost

then blindly go, through the wild unknown

into

the mist and the

wind

and let it blow me back to the road

back to the woodsmoke

and the shelter

to a town along the river

in the shadow of the mountains

i have not forgotten
Track Name: October
drive out along the pretty country road

see the scarecrows

and the filbert trees all in orderly rows

retrace the path

so important to our past

this time the blackberries aren't bursting

this time they've already done their withering

this time we don't walk so far apart

this time it's not the blue hour before the

dark

this time our shadows grow longer

in the honeyed fields of october

retrace the path

so important to our past

this time i watch in awe

as you build us a bed of leaves and straw

and with our eyelids half closed

we froze the glow

with our eyelids half closed

we froze the glow

our eyelids half closed

we froze the glow

this time all sound is absent

when the sun starts its descent

retrace the path

so important to our past

this time our shadows grow longer

in the honeyed fields of october
Track Name: November pt. 2
and i wandered ancient cities when

green went down to sleep

and i walked the cobblestone streets

and i felt my face go long

i felt my face go long

and the leaves that blew around me slowly

turned to snow

the leaves that blew around me turned to

snow

i wrote you a letter in the upstairs of the

bookstore

where years ago you'd written to me

and i felt, i felt, i felt all our history

i wrote you a letter in the upstairs of the

bookstore

where years ago you'd written to me

and i felt my face go long

as the piano drifted in gracefully

i wandered ancient cities when

green went down to sleep

and i walked the cobblestone streets

and the leaves that blew around me slowly

turned to snow

the leaves that blew around me turned to

snow

and i felt my face go long

i felt my face go long

what was missing from the established

beauty?

you were supposed to be there with me