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Among / The Marshes (Live at Mayo St Arts)

from home recordings (2012) by Max García Conover

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Sunday Sessions: "Among the White Birches / The Marshes" (Live at Mayo St Arts)
Available from February 19 - February 26

Here's another tune (and the tail end of the previous) from the release show at Mayo St. Arts on February 10. "The Marshes" was the first song I wrote for Birches Lo and it became the foundation for the EP--which is now up on iTunes and will be popping up in other spots over the next few weeks (I hope so anyway--it's hard to figure out how all these different sites work--someone please let me know if you come across it on Spotify...)

Sorry for the drought of new songs -- I have some written and I'll have a new one recorded for next week.

Take care,

Max

lyrics

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Singing oh I
Oh I
Would give my feet as firewood
To live a life that still seems good
Among the birch

Birches lo, the groves
The smoked white birches grow as the getting goes
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I will run to the marshes
I will sink my feet into the ground until the Grass tickles my chin

I’ll let the sun turn my hair red
I will let the leaches have their fill and call Them all my brethren

I’ll grab the roots high above me
And with all my strength and all my blood I’ll Pull myself up into the tree

And when this day ends as it may
I won’t go crashing through no gates
And when this day ends as it may
I won’t go peeling skin off snakes
And when this day ends
I will leave this place unchanged

I’ll trade my bones for the white birds
And my flesh will move like willows
And my heart will be a flutter in my shirt

I will lose what I don’t require
But not for freedom’s sake my dear
And not to be a spark about the fire

As I lap up spring rain from the mud
I’ll be good as I ever good as I ever
Thought I was

And when this day ends as it may
I won’t go crashing through no gates
And when this day ends as it may
I won’t go peeling skin off snakes
And when this day ends
I will leave this place unchanged

I will write the song of my best hopes
I will take all of my words
And pan them in the river for gold

When I return hands pruned and empty
I will hear the birds a singing
And finally understand what they mean

As I lap up spring rain from the mud
I’ll be good as I ever good as I ever
Thought I was

And when this day ends as it may
I won’t go crashing through no gates
And when this day ends as it may
I won’t go peeling skin off snakes
And when this day ends
I will leave this place unchanged

And I will be for a moment in the mud
Good as I ever good as I ever thought I was
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from home recordings (2012), track released February 19, 2012

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