Brambles

by Animals of Grace

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1.
It's too late to be singing a lullaby I'd wake the whole house and it's too early to rise And it's too late to call you and besides Last time we spoke you sounded so sad And the wind whispers when she wanders through my doorway saying yes you too child are human through and through And people are just people you once said to me Each us of us just trying, trying to make do There's a beautiful woman painting a picture of a wilting rose the flower struggles to hold her pose And everyone around her is whispering and moving slow because they know the work is fragile and on bartered time The Christian hymns of my childhood sing a little softer everyday And they still bring me comfort but they don't bring me home No no no, home is somewhere far away And people are just people you once said to me Oh we don't deserve each other but we don't deserve to be along People are just people you once said to me Each of us just trying, trying to get home And I don't like the idea of you living out there in LA In a little room by yourself And I'd go to you if I could I dream on it sometimes Oh What can I say I can't help myself And people are just people you once said to me Each of us just a little lost People are just people you once said to me We gotta decide when the love's not worth the cost And every song I sing is a cup I get to fill I just bring it to my lips and let it spill spill spill Cause music is communion it's bread and life and blood I just don't know if I've been ready, ready for the flood... And there's a beautiful woman painting a picture of a wilting rose the flower struggles to hold her pose And everyone around her is whispering and moving slow because they know the work is fragile and on bartered time
2.
Brambles 04:00
Rain barrels full, the gardens wild with brambles Kettles on, the stories we tell ramble on and on On your feet there’s so much to unravel On your feet, there's so much to unravel Salted streets and skin heads with their bibles Water’s rising, and the houses and rivers are rivals January come and gone Up north our neighbors are burying their stillborns The air is dirty and the land is torn But we’re still breathing so we’re stitching up a love song Stiching up a love song Help me to believe that we’re the ones we’ve been waiting for Smoky skies bring me to my knees The orchards filled with apple trees Go down to the river, thank you please I’m scared I don’t know what this means What this means I've been asleep but morning is breaking into dawn No time to weep, all of us broken still belong Grave Digger, Oil tanker Law Maker, heart breaker Aren’t you tired of selling this as dignity? Aren't you tired of selling this as dignity? Air is dirty and the land is torn But we’re still breathing so we’re stitching up a love song Air is dirty and the land is torn But we’re still breathing so we’re stitching up a love song Rain barrels full, the gardens wild with brambles Kettles on, the stories we tell ramble on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
3.
Boom Town 04:09
Make up your mind To treat this land kindly It’s not a curse some Ursula Unwound around ‘ya I’m not a child, yet I feel younger Than a babe who cried When first heard a mighty clap of thunder Boom chucka boom town x2 Ah ah ah ya ya ya Boom chucka boom town x2 Ah ah ah ya ya ya Is it yours? This crystal china Or just passed down from some fine soul Who lived behind ya? Is it mine? The undertoe of the Columbia Or on loan from creatures livin’ down the line Down the line and the oil slick on the surface, of a joy near done running Is that mine too? Oh I gotta cop to my role in this Boom chucka boom chucka boom town Ah ha ha ya ya Ah ha ha ya ya ya Boom chucka boom chucka boom I lent you my love Four years this October in return you gave your heart your soft & supple shoulder And whose to say, what is yours and what is mine now in the artful unwinding bartered time traveling Tide that is rising (x6) Boom chuck boom Boom chuck boom Boom chuck boom Make up your mind To treat this land kindly It’s not a curse some Ursula Unwound around ‘ya I’m not a child, yet I feel younger Than a babe who cried When first heard a mighty clap of thunder Ay ya ya ya
4.
Mercy 02:30
If you go home love Pray you have mercy on your family Draw water from your history Daughter sense the mysteries That lie behind the stone A round robin of song cacophony of home I was always slow to catch on the the sermon Songbirds and the city rustling Hustling souls on second avenue Oregon to Oklahoma Trace the spiral line Ineffably designed Soldier in a civil war Fought from the losing side Blood of me and mine Blood of me and mine Blood of me and mine Blood of me and mine Cacophony of skin and bone Seeds as they were sewn Daughter sense the mysteries That lie behind the stone When my reckless body Wings to a southern bird becomes Births from a bell still waiting to be rung I was always slow to catch on the the sermon Songbirds and the city rustling Hustling souls on second avenue
5.
Savaged beauty Will you comfort me? With your tambourine you can part the seas singing strange and soulful melodies...melodies Oh the nature of this land Is lost in my hand, I'm holding greens and thistles, Wishing they would grow again... I've forgotten how to read, spell the changing of the seasons the bird call in the fall means little to me The trees tower over cant discern the day or hour Illuminate this Forest with me Illuminate this language of green Illuminate this forest with me Illuminate this language of green... This Heather is a hospital where I go to heal my wounds I wish you would come by sometime Tough the buds before they bloom Touch the buds before they bloom Just leaving this city is an act of civil disobedience Only trust the civilized world as much as you must Just leaving this city is an act of civil disobedience Only trust the civilized world as much as you must And you know I need my hammer, I need my ink and pen I love my lover with his gentleness within I need to be quiet and then I need to be heard The nature of this land is a wild bird Is a wild bird..is a wild bird..is a wild bird..is a wild bird Oh the nature of this land is lost in my hand I'm holding greens and thistles wishing they would grow again I'm holding greens and thistles wishing they would grow again I've forgotten how to read, spell the changing of the seasons The bird call in the fall means little to me. Oh the bird call in the fall means little to me The bird call in the fall the bird call in fall means little to me
6.
Yes I Will 04:12
Do you need to walk your own path? Do you need to study the anger in your breath? Do you need to carry your buckets up the hill? Yes I will, Yes I will, Yes I will, Yes I will Do you hold the shivering song bird in your hand? Did you sing the psalms that ring from childhood? Did you drink the wetting water until you had your fill? Yes I will, Yes I will, Yes I will, Yes I will Did you open up the ocean and look deep in? Did you dip your bucket in and then again and again? Did the salt start to ring around the edge where all was still? Yes it will, yes It will, yes It will, yes It will Did you sit all alone and start crying? Did you face the truths that you have been denyin’? Did you sit there so long, that your thoughts began to spill Yes they will, yes they will, yes they will, yes they will Open, yes they will open.
7.
Commonwealth 02:22
Tell the coroner that I died working for the commonwealth Tell the coroner that I worked hard and I went to hell Oh heaven it's all the same What's the lens you train your eye to see... May we see thoroughly See thoroughly I keep a prayer shawl in the left pocket Of my leather jacket my mother gave it to me Hold it tight between my thumb and my two fingers on the long long walk to the ferry... And may we each See thoroughly See thoroughly

about

Animals of Grace is an alt-folk duo based in Seattle led by innovative 12-string guitar player and classically trained vocalist Erika Lundahl. Together with percussionist Doug Indrick, Animals of Grace craft a musical experience that shifts from driving exhilaration to sublime and emotional. Formed in upstate New York in 2012, the duo was drawn to the tall trees and rugged wilderness of the Pacific Northwest in late 2013. Their debut album “Songs of Shattering,” released in 2015 on Rolling Crone Records was inspired by the poetry of Edna St. Millay and made it's debut onto CMJ's top 200 albums of college radio in March 2016.

Brambles is the compilation of 7 songs “of pilgrimage, climate change, and the wielding and waking of love for the Earth, each other, and all the hard lessons we haven’t learned yet,” says Lundahl, the lyricist and guitarist for the duo. Inspired by traveling to the tar sands or Alberta, Canada in 2015 - the third largest reserve of crude oil in the world - and by events like the Mosier oil spill in Oregon, this beautiful compilation of songs is an introspective gaze into the heart and a search for the resiliency and love we need to come together.

A riot of rich intimate harmonies, in the vein of the Banner Days, paired with ambient whistling, subtle violin, electric guitar, innovative tapping, and driving cajon bring a depth of music and soul to a searching world.

“..Their live performance locked us in awe with Erika’s beautifully clear voice….Watching her fingers play that 12-string was mesmerizing as she rapidly switched between tapping, drumming and finger picking” - Norm Johnson, host of Concerts in the Woods Series

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released September 10, 2016

Erika Lundahl - Guitar, Vocals
Doug Indrick - Percussion, Vocals, Electric Guitar, Whistling
Julie Radmilla Cuic - Violin
Lyrics by Erika Lundahl

Mixed by Weldon Debusk at Umbral Glow Studio
Mastered by Steve Turnidge at UltraViolet Studios

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