1. |
Annie
07:24
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annie
april 12, 2019
annie, how can we know
who could love us the most
a silent sliver of light
in the splintered skin of the night
i find you
oh the hounds of sorrow
are the sounds i hear
in the blood and the yarrow
i’m wounded here
annie, i keep losing
the thread and the needle
oh i need you to hold my hands
to stop the bleeding
stop the bleeding
oh the hounds of sorrow
are the sounds i hear
in the blood and the yarrow
i’m wounded here
i’m wounded
i’m wounded,
annie
i’ll see you when i howl
like an owl to the moon
oh you’re the music
i long to hear
oh the hounds of sorrow
are the sounds i hear,
in the blood and the yarrow
i’m wounded,
annie
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2. |
Plum
02:07
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3. |
Heron
05:33
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heron
september 10, 2019
it’s the same sun
in the dawning blue
it’s the same blue
in the eyes of a buffalo
oh i can roam with the black crow but i can be a home for you too
it’s the same sun
gleaming on the catcher of wind
in the denim lamp of a watering can
in the silence only wandering can bring
i’ve sailed away
to lay
in the blackberries weeping,
where the sheep have been sleeping
and i’ll keep holding on to the tide
and know that i tried to lay by the side
of the heron
oh he knew my name
he knew my name
he said hold to the root of the oak under foot
and be quiet, now
it’s the same moon
it’s the same moon
in the dusk of the blue
where i’ve sailed away
to lay
in the blackberries weeping
oh the sheep have been sleeping
for to keep holding on to the tide
is to lay down inside of the marshes that grew
with the heron that flew
in the music of the morning
dew
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4. |
The Horses
05:54
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the horses
december 7, 2019
after we died, mama
the horses cried, oh mama
listen
the fog in the dawn
is holding on to
the dog in the lawn
as he pulls his neck from the chain
oh the strain is more
than the pain he can bear
listen to the howl,
the howl
it's hard to see
it's hard to hear you
quiet down
quiet down
quiet
quiet down
listen to the howl, listen to the howl
listen to the howl, listen to the howl
listen to the horses,
listen to the horses
don't let go of the hole in your saddle
oh follow the thread to the needle
take heed of the bleeding
and beat on the cchest of the
chestnuts and roses
roses,
roses,
roses,
roses,
and rise in the dawn
and hear the cries of the horses gone
oh mama, listen
mama, listen
oh mama, listen
listen
listen
listen to the cries, listen to the cries,
listen to the horses, the horses
the horses
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5. |
Howl
04:26
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Hannah Frances Chicago, Illinois
hannahfrancesmusic.com
Hannah Frances (b. 1997) is a vocalist, guitarist, composer, poet, and movement artist melding avant-folk, progressive rock, and jazz.
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