1. |
The Memory Reel
03:23
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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
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2. |
Shadows of the Mountain
04:29
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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
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3. |
October
04:58
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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
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4. |
November pt. 2
04:00
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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
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Advrb Portland, Oregon
Andrew Barton plays, sings, and records as Advrb.
Kellen Hopfner sings with
him.
Josh Bay plays cello and electric piano.
Elisabeth Ryan plays drums.
Joshua James Amberson plays bass.
The band sounds both quiet and loud.
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