Blizzard came upon this house wood halls within white falls without and sits like a pillow on a drum. His words are few as people pass he speaks of bird high wire acts and stares into their eyes until they’re gone. And fossil trees let sound the geese a thousand miles from what they need too slow to south too hungry now to leave. Calling out to be allowed underneath the gathered clouds nevermore to seek and nevermore recede, nevermore to seek and nevermore recede.
He sighs when a white sky calls him sun, his voice gotten so thin. Ponds in December never fed no one, but on frozen reeds he stands, to belong to the willing.
And there his boy who hides from winter except to gather sticks to send her for months he is as seldom as the rain. He sees his dad atop the reeds breathing slow and balancing where he thought only spider webs remain. So towards he turns and through he moves, he said look to the left of you and kissed her cheek and took off through the yard. Like in the man atop the reeds a yellow light begins to blink and suddenly he sees there’s so much dark, suddenly he sees there’s so much dark.
He sighs when a white sky calls him sun, his voice gotten so thin. Ponds in December never fed no one, but on frozen reeds he stands, to belong to the willing.
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
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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