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familiar (oct 1)
05:04
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It tastes familiar
That spoon upon my tongue
It taste familiar
Words I haven’t heard in so long
So long so long so long
Its shape familiar
Cardinal on the lawn
It’s shape familiar
Fold out chair in the garage
I am home I am home I am home I am home
I paint the flowers
Sun on my shoulders
Soaking it all in
Sipping the gumbo
Crack open a beer
Hold my mothers hand
Golden hour
I watch their wings spread wide open
Soak it in
Singing along I will
I'll have another
I will hold my mothers hand
I am home I am home I am home
So long so long
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2. |
along (oct 2)
03:37
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if I were to fall apart
Would you help me stand up again
If I am to sing the song
Would you help me sing along
If I go to take that walk
Would you come with me
Share that stride again
If I just forget it all
Would you help me remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
I want to
Remember
Remember
Remember
one day ill return that call
til then youre with me
now and on, my friend
today i will the sing the song
would you help me
sing
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3. |
horse farm duet (oct 3)
02:26
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4. |
lake martin (oct 4)
03:30
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they skim the surface of the water
leaps of faith, dives of hunger
what a wonder to be sobered,
fully dumbstruck by the beauty of it all
and the scene unfolds in chapters,
bursts of life, the gentle rapture
of the setting sun, bowing
in reverence of surrounding
cypress trees, and Spanish moss,
of swampy water, heron call
the sky is bleeding every color
her heart wide open, air and water
pulse with breath, the stillness bustling
all changing surely, moving subtly
all of a sudden, overcoming
awed and humbled by the beauty of it all
now the waxing moon’s concerto
dragonflies buzz in crescendo
dancing, dining on mosquitos
as the squitos dine on me
cuz everybody’s someone’s dinner here
and the show isn’t for free,
I pay my due, I tip my servers,
the generosity reciprocal
and while it’s true, against his wish
the fisherman ain’t catch no fish
but caught a beautiful sunset
and he shared it all with me
and we were full
and we were nourished
and we were spoonfed
til we were sated
by the beauty of it all
it feels like magic to slow down
cuz it is magic to slow down
to feel it move all around me
to feel it all pass all right through me
to know the land That I am from
we meet each other where we are
to be cradled by her power
to sit here with her for hours
what a gift what a mother
what a home and what a lover
what a wonder to be welcomed,
full belonging to the beauty of it all
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5. |
broadmoor blvd (oct 5)
01:17
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6. |
urn (oct 6)
05:22
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and I could hold the full weight of you in my hands
and I could hold the full weight of you in my hands
returned again to the sky
returned to sand
and I could hold the full weight of you in my hands
you take your place on the mantle
in picture frame and vessel
returning favor, we cradle you
in our arms
and I could hold the full weight of you in my hands
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7. |
duet with bird (oct 7)
02:35
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8. |
time teller (oct 8)
02:30
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full moon
New Orleans
my chest
tightens
at the mention of your name
at the mention of your name
at the mention of your name
at the mention
full moon heart spell
time says she may tell
time says she may tell someday
but for now won’t say a thing
at the mention of your name
at the feeling of your pain
at the changing of the day
where the sidewalk wears away
where the live oaks gently sway
new dimension
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9. |
singing oak (oct 9)
03:58
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10. |
hjol (oct 10)
02:31
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Brushin out my hair
I’m in the bathroom
Whisperin down the hall
I hear familiar song
It’s coming to me from my little sister's bedroom
Horse jumper of love
And I’m gonna wanna tell you that I love you
If I don’t already
Hard to know the feeling -- hands are tied
I’m feeling bound I’m feeling gagged
I’m bound to sing it surely someday
Bound to know it truly
Like an uncaged bird
The taste of blood, of bitten tongue
like honey
Savoring the pastime
Honoring the meantime
Aging like a fine wine
The sound from down the hall
It finds me well
horse jumper of love
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11. |
forget-me-not (oct 11)
02:06
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I was packing up my suitcase
I was folding up your shirt
I caught a scent of you
and it stopped me in my tracks
I knelt down and I wept
knowing that it wouldn’t last
knowing that the scent would pass
just as you did
and I wished that we were closer
and I wish that I'd done more
to know you so much better
to keep in touch, I said I would
and now you’re gone, unfurling
like a scroll of prophecy
you’re gone
my nails unpainted
clasping forget-me-not seeds
and now you’re gone,
the jasmine gone,
it’s all gone or going
gone and I dont know how to make
your perfect mac n cheese
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13. |
lullaby for ryn (oct 13)
03:50
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meant to write you a long letter but in its place a song
cuz I was running late to airport again
I’ll see you before long
out the window sets a crimson Louisiana sun
I’m sitting in the middle seat, your waitin tables til the day is done
flyin fast bound for another long Midwestern winter
your absence always palpable, thinkin
“how I’m glad to miss her”
im thankful for your friendship
im thankful for the painting
in my suitcase and the 4 AM
kitchen beers after friendlys
thank you for the space
where I may rest my weary head
for your early morning sympathy
For holding my hand
when I cried in light of loss
sometimes stumbling thru it all
it is good to have a friend in you
it is good to have a friend /
I’ll see you before long
home can be laughing thru the hangover
in the front seat of your rav4
can be afternoon gentle breeze blowin thru the
open kitchen door
a walk along the bayou
a spray of your perfume
a plate full of breakfast tacos
headstands in the living room
can be eyes closed at the singing oak
blanket on the lawn
cursing at the same old potholes
$4.99 fish on a bun
and I miss it all already
and I miss you when I’m gone
it is good to have a friend in you
I’ll see you before long
It is good to have a friend in you
It is good
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14. |
timekeeper (oct 14)
01:25
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who's makin the schedule
who's keepin the time
who's keepin the schedule
who's makin the time
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15. |
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wastin away the night
waitin for it to bite
the bait, bitten
hold the line
or reel it in
hook thru the eye
what I once had now I can’t find
lost in Oregon fog
or in sunrise
but with the holes inside my pocket, find me
light to carry
quick to confide
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17. |
depot dog (oct 17)
01:25
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conflict brimming for no reason
trudgin thru the changing season
lately the leaves are burning golden
like the shimmer in the corner of your eyelid
a throat full o skipping stones
lately lonely, but not alone
windows down cajun music
playin on the bluetooth radio
n Andy always wears
their honesty so well
I’m gonna leave inspired
I’m wearing evening clothes to a matinee show
I am scrambling and exposed
moving backwards and up close
surveilled with nowhere to go
like a bug stuck on a car rearview camera
I’ll put the piles in their place
we’ll wake to see another day
somewhere bright and warm and safe
a thing of legend, like a hot dog from home depot
unlikely truth, like a hot dog from home depot
against all odds, like a hot dog from home depot
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18. |
two weeks 2 (oct 18)
02:02
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I put in my two weeks
with the last of the rose mallow
I was drownin in the shallow
it only takes a couple inches,
I was tryin hard to swim
with plates spinning on my fingers
treading the feeling
that maybe I can’t be what you want me to
I might as well be see through
I’m not hidin nothin
I’m not hidin
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20. |
still wanting (oct 20)
02:39
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and with all that I hold sacred
and with all that I hold dear
want you to wake up in the morning
with your still wanting to be here
and with all that I hold sacred
and with all that I hold dear
I wanna wake up in the morning
with my still wanting to be here
but this city’s so fuckin cold
I’m still afraid to call it home
all concrete and brownstone
I fear my heart is catchin frostbite
and my parents never taught me how to put on a coat properly
and songs don’t have to be autobiographical
but I think this one is
I’m on the verge of collapse
demolition imminent
tear me down and hike up rent
build luxury condos in my stead
mmmm
and songs don’t have to be autobiographical
but I think this one is
I want intimacy to be more than sharing the same bed
and songs don’t have to be autobiographical
but I think this one is
and songs don’t have to rhyme
so I don’t think that this one will anymore
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21. |
q chord (oct 21)
01:25
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22. |
cashmere (oct 22)
02:34
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I put on my cashmere pants
that I got from the thrift store
bought em for four dollars last year
now I know they’re worth much more
everyone deserves to afford
such simple creature comfort
but Im quittin my job soon
so I can’t afford much more
for now this sugar free redbull
it gets me thru the evenin
and it’ll get me thru again
when I clock in in the mornin
to another Sunday brunch
full of dogs full of babies
for the final warm weekend
before the end of daylight savings
so I’ll refill your coffee again sir
and I’ll ask for your money
sometimes you’ll make me work for it
sometimes you’ll just give it to me
and with it I’ll buy some cashmere pants
i stumbled upon at the thrift store
and all of the other things
thatre less fun to pay for
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23. |
oat milk (oct 23)
04:23
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i put on the kettle
you poured the tea
one for you two for a friend and me makes three
you poured in the oat milk
and a spoon of honey
and poured the same for our friend but
you didn’t pour for me
you didn’t pour
for me
I know it may seem simple
it may seem silly
but we’ve been together long enough
we’ve poured each other many cups
you know I know you know how I like to take my tea
it was the last of the oat milk carton
you threw it away
and then you left the room without a single look my way
a single loook
my way
I put on the kettle
you poured the tea
and its true my cup is full but I am feeling empty
I'm tired of mind I’m tired of body
can I find comfort in chamomile
can I find comfort in home
I am feeling cornered and untrusted
and I’m feelin alone
you didn’t pour for me
you didn’t pour
for me
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Everyone in the house is sleepin
I’m sitttin in the backyard weepin
Waking up with the wind I wonder
What I did, if anything, for things to get this way
I wanna jump in Lake Michigan
At least once more before the season's over
Am I too late, is she too cold
The Midwest can feel so unforgiving
But then last night when I picked up lin's shoes
I watched the sand fall out of them from the dunes
You’re carrying home with you under your feet
You’re carrying home with you
Does it feel burdensome or beautiful
I hope that it feels beautiful
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25. |
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if i were to leave
where would i go
if you were to stay
when would you know
if we could
should we still
if i were to leave
what would be home
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26. |
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donald peck -
principal flute of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra for 42 years
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27. |
kasha (oct 27 filler)
01:16
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28. |
house of cards (oct 28)
02:49
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here in our house of cards
I’m folding
I wanted to have it all
I’m wanting
we grow and we grow apart
an ending or a restart
I don’t know how I fit into your vision of the future
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29. |
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I’m just a sad little rodeo clown
I didn’t mean what I said, I was messing around
But I can’t take it back, and we can’t patch it up
Is it final this time
Have we both had enough
If I wrote you a love song
If I wrote you one more
Would you remember what we got into this for
Or is our judgement cloudy
Is the air too thin
Took a dive off the deep end
Don’t know how to swim anymore
I’m just a heartbroken rodeo clown
I didn’t mean what I said, I was messing around
But I can’t take it back, and we can’t patch it up
Is it final this time
Have we both had enough?
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sun on a seam
rolling blue
a gentle green weaving thru
indigo unfurling
like a spiral
intricate, unfolding
like a crop circle
in all its intimacy
in stillness she, traveling
an outstretched hand unraveling
she is lifted carried
she is lifted carried
such unlikely safety
the relief of the fall
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the prosciutto got moldy
we threw it away
hard to let things go to waste
by accident or rather
lack of intention
in the yard
you were raking the leaves and apologized
to a mistakenly harmed tomato vine
i believe
we will forgive and grow back in due time
we can forgive and grow back in due time
to be green and flourishing
to be red and ripe for the picking
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hemlock
swamp-raised, ATX/chicago-based, phone-fi post-folk
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(heart archive)
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hemlocksounds@gmail.com
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xo,
carolina
hemlock recommends:
Wishful Thinking
by Palm Sunday
tourmate soulmate forever
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Peaceful Waters: A Tribute to John Prine
by Various Artists
beautiful john prine tribute album full of faves reimagined
go to album
Desolation Horse
by Desolation Horse
mind-blowin PNW alt pop variety pack from cooper. tastes like drinkin orange soda at a dive bar, laced with all of the nostalgia n sugar rush n cigarette smoke
go to albumIf you like hemlock, you may also like:
Texas Gold: A Comp Benefitting Whole Woman's Health of Texas
by Little Mazarn x Dear Life Records
supported by 4 fans who also own “october”
go to album
Blood Moon
by Michot's Melody Makers
Fiddler Louis Michot of Lost Bayou Ramblers leads this electric string band through an exuberant take on traditional cajun music.
go to album
