And we’ll sing
We sing alone at the top of our lungs
Escape outside the cathedral
I don’t care
What you *sing?
But just do it in your old fashion way
Slaping your knee
As I said
This one makes up for the city
hear their music here. .
via life images.
a life of craft....
Sam Beam of Iron and Wine
"the trapeze swinger"
Please, remember me happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
Around the Well, a new album by Iron and Wine.
(slow afternoons in the backyard, listening to Sam's voice.. another pefect album)