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StitchCraft

by StitchCraft

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1.
Long Rivers 07:35
Long Rivers Got dust in my sandals, Water filled in my pack How much do you gamble, That you’ll never go back If you keep on walking, Til your feet turn black Will you keep on walking, Til the graound aint flat If your heart sings so loud, That it echoes off the trees Then it might be good for something, But you don’t need me But you don’t need me, But you don’t need… Sometimes we all forget if the river flows so clear Sometimes we all forget that summer falls each year Sometimes we shoot our dreams like arrows at the stars Sometimes they shoot us first that’s how we get so far Sometimes they shoot us first that’s how we get so far Sometimes they shoot us first that’s how we get so far Sometimes we all forget that summer falls each year Sometimes we all forget if the river flows so clear Hips shaking, sparkling eyes shine Belly aching, sun shaking us dry Who’s taken, never thought I’d cry Wake in the morning, singing in the shower I see my breath rising, out in the garden Roses are sleeping, morning glory’s bright Didn’t get much sleep, after singing all night Sometimes we all forget if the river flows so clear Sometimes we all forget that summer falls each year Sometimes we shoot our dreams like arrows at the stars Sometimes they shoot us first that’s how we get so far Got dust in my sandals, Water filled in my pack How much do you gamble, That you’ll never go back If you keep on walking, Til your feet turn black Will you keep on walking, Til the ground ain't flat If your heart sings so loud, That it echoes off the trees Then it might be good for something, But you don’t need me But you don’t need me, But you don’t need to need.
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Grandfather’s Eyes My grandfather on my mom’s side he sang All the old Irish songs He sang out for the people he met on the streets And he made his friends sing along As he’s snapping his fingers and tapping his toes And telling the stories that everyone knows About three lovely children and the life that he chose. He said “no they can’t hold me back” As he walked toward his job in the square As he’s whistlin’ he said “can’t you see what you lack, If you’re not yet ready to dare” You can see all the life in those baby blue eyes But there’s something you notice that makes a man cry When he never forgets what he cannot deny. Out in the field with a gun in his hand As a young lad sent to the war And he sees his companions lying dead in the sand And it tears his heart to the core As the grenades go flying something in him snaps The Americans shoot him for not takin’ their crap He tries to get away, they keep draggin’ him back. So my grandfather lived through the war But from that day was never the same With a bottle of whiskey he drank himself sore To make those memories go away And it hurt his whole family to see him that way And my mother she thinks of him everyday And we’ll never forget all the life that he gave.
3.
This House 05:40
Open the windows, feel the wind all night I’ve got my door propped, letting in the light Wood floors are dancing, with polka dots and lace Someone is singing, I can feel the bass Welcome to this house, to the sound of dancing feet Watch the world go by as you’re walking down the street Ankle deep in sunset, watching from the shore Although the room looked empty it’s filled with something more Open up your mouth because now its time to yell Several different bodies and walls acoustical Lay in the green grass and enjoy the warmth of spring In the magnolia hangs iridescent string Find and orange in the yard and stick it in your teeth Laugh until it hurts tickling your feet Welcome to this house to the rhythm and the heat Watch the world go by as you’re walking down the street Wind chimes in the windows and hammocks on the porch Open up your eyes and it will open up your doors Wind chimes playing as the breezes blow Hammocks swaying in the gazebo May seem empty we’re more conscious than before May seem empty, but its filled with something more It’s not empty It’s filled with everything oh the birds that sing outside my window With all the warmth that bring the sunny days and the afterglow Of setting suns as the web is spun and the spider dances in his tap shoes With pretty logs and jumping frogs and a wooden flute playing a scale of blues In a lighter shade of green, these are my blues in a lighter shade of green
4.
Courage 03:11
Slowly walking on your own Using only minor stepping stones You know much more than ones before Though the feeling’s new your eyes are sore You know what should be said and done Though it stings your throat and ties your tongue You’ve come upon yourself at last Time to …and break the glass Have the courage to change what can be changed Whats water now can be champagne If you wait too long you’ll go insane And you’ll only have yourself o blame Stepped outside with the light in my eye Little one what will you tell me tonight I told you once… But I wont tell you twice Have the courage to change what can be changed Whats water now can be champagne If you wait too long you’ll go insane And you’ll only have yourself o blame
5.
Sophia 05:56
Sophia I spoke today with Sophia, she sang me a verse from her head, Though it left me confused and though I was amused I sank into the rhythm it bled I wondered if I’d been forsaken, and doomed to the roles that I play. Be it later or soon with harp or harpoon I’ll recount on my pensive delay A cynic of my own intentions, I can’t be resolved in my faith A likeness of me I suspend into thee In rotation of burn and embrace Hoy hablé con el ombligo Su hueco llenó a zozobra Me dijó que vayas, que no esperes más Pero sé que me quiere dejar I build my home from cards and from stones Each time I feel someone’s eyes seeping in to my own My projections I deal to each player of this wheel who partakes, and takes, what we make, and break, is it real, is it fake, is there such thing as mistake? She sings me the lines of a fable that conveys the assumptions of love 1+2=3 just does not reflect me so I attempt algebra I’m tired of thinking about it, All this logic just leaves me insane If you want to know more Swim away from the shore ‘cause there's plenty of depth left unclaimed
6.
Other Side 04:39
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The sea is my man, and I’m like the land when the sand’s getting caught in the wind The rise of the waves touch the shore of my legs caressing so soft on my skin On the water's wide edge lie the shells of the dead like an oracle read from the sky The birds circle my head singing songs as they’re fed by the breezes that make us all high Pulling me out, - Pulling me in Tearing myself - With anticipation Hearing your pleas I still land on my knees On the land once again I try to stay brave through temptation of waves in some rational craze, logically I’m told I cannot by myself but why not on my lips all they taste is the sea On the land it will glide I can feel it inside, and outside my mind in a whirl This girl is the shore and within every pore, she knows life is more than this world. Foam on her toes, a part of her rose, jumping in with her clothes The tide’s moving in, they forget about sin, and just jump in and swims With the night, Rising to leave I still cannot believe how the water so cool can collect Temptation and doubt and untamable clout And the pieces of us we neglect.
8.
Like Butter 03:55
Like Butter, cream cheese, honey, fresh from the bees, the breeze carries well the smell of fresh toast, from my bed I can tell who loves me the most. Like butter, too cold to spread, honey, breakfast in bed. You in your blankets homemade recipe, You take the cake and Ill make the frosting, like butter

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StitchCraft's first album, self-titled and home-recorded in Sarasota, FL

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released May 5, 2005

Heather Normandale and Anna Perlmutter. Thank you Fogartyville Cafe for help in the recording process.

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Heather Normandale Oakland, California

From melodic and rootsy mermaid folk to dreamy psychedelic pop, her emotive vocal parts, syncopated banjo rhythms, and afropop inspired electric guitar are met with a solid and driving rhythm section with upright bass, drums and balafon. Lyrics playfully celebrate the inner compass that seeks models in nature. ... more

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