With apologies to William Carlos Williams, and love for my family.
lyrics
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LYRICS:
Grandpa had it right – oh so much depends upon
The weather and the price of gas, the bills the politicians pass, oh
Grandpa had it right – every morning up at dawn,
Eighty-one in old San Juan and ten cents cheaper a little down the road
Grandma had it right – oh so much depends upon
Symmetry and knowing names, on picture books and rhyming games
Grandma had it right – ghosts to scare the sleepless child
Storytime with wolves and wilds that ends with fewer answers than we want
And at the bones of it, at the bones of it, in the stones around the fire
We recount our secret histories one by one
With no altars anymore, we come to the embers for to confess
'Cause beggar, banker, king, and pawn,
We're only bones with stories on
My counselor had it right – sleeping out under the stars
Children shivering and scared, refuging in truth or dare
My counselor had it right – far from our pretending screens
All that's left is what things mean and what we whisper when the lights are out
Lord, but we never saw stars like that, no we never saw, never saw
Stars like stars like that
No we never saw stars like that before, should've fall should've fall
should've
Lord, but I never saw stars like that, no I never saw, never saw
Stars like stars like that
No I never saw stars like that before, should have
Fallen on my knees
And hey hey hey – you know, I like you this way
All overawed and out of breath
And saying what you mean
'Cause I was born for this, I was born for this, I've been ready all my life
To chance on some enchanted secret door
To a kingdom new and wild,
To my wonder as a child,
And now here you are --
Each of us around the flames
A universe that knows itself by name
And at the bones of it, in the stones around the fire
Our voices will be all we leave behind
Not a one of us can stay, but it keeps the night at bay,
It keeps us warm
We wake, we witness, and we're gone
We're only bones with stories on
Beggar banker king and pawn
We're only bones with stories on
Taking turns to watch for dawn
We're only bones with stories on
Pretty but don't last for long
We're only bones with stories on
Beggar banker king and pawn
We're only bones with stories on
And Lord, but I never saw stars like that before...
Marian Call has things to say. She sounds a little like Ingrid Michaelson meets They Might Be Giants & Regina Spektor for
bourbon & laughs, which sounds improbable, but give it a try. She hails from Alaska and tours North America and Europe, and she lives on Twitter. Her songs are quirky, sharp, surprising confections in every genre full of rich dark carmelized sugar, savor, & spice....more
I listen to this album over and over and over. Music nerds will rejoice at the thrilling changes of texture. These songs make me jump up and down. Marian Call
These upstart teenagers from Alaska (now in Montana) have made a sweet, beautiful, moving record full of love and surprises. This album makes me one million happy. So do the kids who made it. Marian Call
“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2022