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A song about flowers and stuff. Certain people will notice this song is exactly 4 minutes and 20 seconds long—this is purely by chance.
lyrics
Francesca, the Field of Flowers in Our House
The sun gets up, but we can wait
Morning glory wants to sleep a little late.
After an hour, it will be time
To wake my pretty, procrastinating columbine.
You're as full of life as they come
My joyful peppermint geranium;
Calm and kind, what a spirit you've got,
I'm in awe--you are a true forget-me-not.
It's Saturday, in field and arbor,
In the greening garden--all over.
You're pulling flats in an antique wagon
Painted poppies following my fine snapdragon;
And there's a smile--I hope you know
I want you to be my only heirloom rose.
In the yard, new leaves,
Slow honeybees, drunk with spring.
And I am buzzing with that sense of purpose,
I am dizzy, doing circles in the doorway;
I'm homing in on a favorite--
It's you, it's you, it's you--and I will have no other.
If we take a walk around Cedar Lake
I always want to travel in your jasmine wake;
If we're on the couch, I take a look:
I see a delicate delphinium, pressed into a book.
Folding up the evening hours
With my sweet south-of-the-border sunflower,
You're my comfort, you're my love,
You're my shooting star, my lily, my foxglove . . .
In the air, vines climbing;
Roots intertwining underground.
And I just want to put you in my pocket,
Pick you up, and dance you down the hallway;
I'm holding on to a favorite--
It's you, it's you, it's you--and I will have no other.
Every moment, every hue, fully saturated;
You're the field of flowers growing in our house.
credits
from No. 8 Wire,
released December 1, 2013
Acoustic guitar/vocal/piano: Jimmy Davidson
Bass guitar: Rich Crepeau
Drums/percussion: David Brewer
Electric guitar: Rob Brown
Lyrics: Jimmy Davidson
Recorded at the Fidelitorium, Kernersville, NC
Additional tracking at Lazy Limbertwig Farm, Vilas, NC
Engineered by Mitch Easter / Bob Engel / Worthless Son-in-Laws
Produced by Mitch Easter / Worthless Son-in-Laws
Mastered by Scott Craggs, Old Colony Mastering
“The songwriting...is through the roof here both melodically and lyrically, bolstered by a band that nails the songs with
pinpoint perfection.... The vocal delivery...is rock solid on what can only be deemed one of the most pleasantly surprising releases of the summer. This one rests near the very top of the ‘highly recommended’ list.”
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