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Minneapolis
03:42
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Why did you break our hearts?
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Middlewest
03:25
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Driftless
03:59
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As we bent our backs to the setting sun
pulling at our labors like an amputee
there was no time to lose but we wasted away
gaining nothing by our selfish security
The poisons and the passions
were dressed up the same
and we couldn't tell the taste of our own lost cause
The things that we cherished
were red with the stain
and our rose-colored glasses filtered it out
our rose-colored glasses filtered it
But we were changed in a moment
that was imminent and true
like the grace that we received on a Sunday
All was revealed in the clear light of the moon
we finally admitted we were driftless
Faithful is the man who believes through the storm
and faithful is the prayer of the repentant
How often is our stubbornness a worthy thing
and how often are we just apathetic?
And when do we find
that this sedentary life
is better for the land than for the landed?
Bruised is the country that the glacier descends
but rich is the soil that survives it
rich is the soil that survives it
But we were changed in a moment
that was imminent and true
like the grace that we received on a Sunday
All was revealed in the clear light of the moon
we finally admitted we were driftless
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Newfoundland
04:16
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The thing i remember the best
is the crush of your lips
and your face...
it comes in a distant second
and you couldn't miss
that I felt like this.
But how you tried.
It was a filthy night in July
when you slipped your willing hands in mine
but I let them slide right by
I don't even know why...
You said it was pronounced
"Newfoundland"
and calmly explained how the waves
are broken in the sand.
You said that you were, too.
i was an island to you
and you were some desolate sea
and though you were so strong
the tide pulled you away from me.
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The Great Lakes
04:02
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The phone lines are down again,
the coffee is cold again.
The beautiful people have all gone south
and they've left you alone
to clean up.
You're living the life
where nothing really happens
not that you'd want it to anyway
Cause you're not the type
who's looking for adventure
you're not the kind who likes dreaming big dreams.
The restaurant's closing too soon
you're walking through the empty streets
back to your room
and the music is up way too loud when you get home
you're hungry and tired
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Harmless wings
Mother with the broken eggs
Garden-singer
You built a nest for everything
Sharpened beak
I heard you in the early spring
Eyes so deep
You could have shown me anything
They shoot mourning doves for less than this, my love
And now they've trained their sights on us
It's open season
in the place we call our home
every glance a bullet
every kiss draws blood
And even though it isn't safe
every night we lay awake
hoping that the day will bring
a resolution
They shoot mourning doves for less than this, my love
and now they've trained their sights on us
There's not much meat, but for convenience sake they come
here to train their sights on us.
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Steev baker Madison, Wisconsin
Steev baker is a lo-fi singer-songwriter from rural Wisconsin. He has spent time in the music scenes of Oshkosh, West Bend, Milwaukee, and Madison over the past 20 years playing songs about faith, doubt, anxiety, love, and the places we call home.
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