Hey, you could be free. It happened to me just last New Year's Eve. I really let go, I flew with the snow out the window. I'm poor. I won't feed the machine, sell my soul in a dream the moment preceding the dawn or walk blind in the street never to meet my dear maker. So you understand I'll be an old man no longer. My gold is the honey of bees, summer birds in the trees the moment preceding the fall of me.
Set! Ready or not to give what you got to your friends in need. The weather is fair with wonderful air in time...
And time is a bendable thing. She's an angry machine the moment before we break free from her.
credits
from The Medders,
released September 1, 2009
Cheyenne vox, acoustic, twelve string, and electric guitar, harmonica
Carson bass, electric guitar
Will drums, rubbed cymbal
Joshua piano
Jordan Brooke Hamlin trumpet, french horn
Claire Indie cello
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