See I hide in my way. Never came home from the treeglow like water the willows will hold. And on good earth ride and will not open palms and will not advertise. So see I hide in my way. Though I climb toward the wood thrush I quarrel with too much. Maybe scores that they sung maybe moving my blood was just luck.
But all that you wrote was a nothing poem, just a breaking of bottles for wine. We’ll hide.
See I hide in my way. And I shy from the windows sew collars to my clothes. And outside becomes an idea, save the mountains for weekends the soil to feed you. And see I hide in my way. But I think I could beat this I could hold it and heave it, pinning steps up on trees for each fiction you read and believe in.
But all that you wrote was a nothing poem just a breaking of bottles for wine. We’ll hide.
Portland singer/songwriter delivers a gorgeous Christmas EP, fashioned in the lush style of classics by Bing Crosby and Johnny Mathis. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2020
Incredible songwriting and vocals. The songs are so beautiful and are full of honesty and freshness. I'm very glad I discovered Julie's music! nick arne