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Sunday Sessions: 'The Wide'
Available from Dec. 11 - Dec. 18

The Sunday Sessions have taken over my weekends, but in the best ways. I've loved getting these recordings out and I'm about to get writing for next week's. 'The Wide' was written mostly over the course of this past week and I'm really happy with how it came out.

Like last week's, I may release this song officially someday but, after next Sunday (12/18), this recording will likely never be available again. So if you don't mind the homemadeness, duffed guitar lines, and faint sounds of Sophie getting home from yoga, make sure to download it.

Thanks, as always, for listening.

-Max
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EDIT: I wanted to make this song available again but I wasn't a big fan of the original recording. So I've replaced it with a live take from Mayo St Arts on February 10.

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The Wide

paint my frame through the window grey walking soaked in yellow light
sketch my fall in the fresh laid snow when the deer come by
slide your brush their rippling spines and swoop their bending necks
gave me a mouth to make me known now I can't spare the breath
paint my frame as I lie there plain as the snow that hides the wheat
peaceful for a stones throw seldom can you hold onto those who speak

walk the yellow winter dawn
shudder shake and from my legs fall the snow
stepping over frozen logs
mushrooms in the middle like bone marrow
most of what I said is wrong
don't look so surprised now

hey in the wide in the wide in the wide we go
all in the wide but we're talking now we're talking like we know

chautauqua would you talk of ghosts
dig into the snow for shapen stones
or would you stick to what you know
dig into their words for piss and holes
the cross kind of left me cold
don't look so surprised now

hey in the wide in the wide in the wide we go
all in the wide but we're talking now we're talking like we know

I have washed my mind in color
and I have silenced thought with sound
and though I may have called you brother
it was never you I spoke about
so hold me close you winter weather
out of fires burning deep
we're not the first to face the open
but lies come quick to those who speak

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from home recordings (2012), track released December 11, 2011

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