From the upcoming seven inch record, The Pine Box Carrier.
lyrics
The moon met me up on the mountainside when my shovel made a splash in the sky
and the stars, they were dancing with the meteorites through the tears, gone fallen from my eyes
I bury dead flowers every fall
before the ground's too hard and my heart's too small
So, I kissed that old pine box down, mama, with my photograph wrapped in your night gown
Them branches be tuggin at my wisdom teeth, walking higher than I have ever been
and I've spent my life on this mountainside dragging boxes made of pine and full of kin
I bury dead flowers every fall
before the ground's too hard and my heart's too small
So, I stitch my clothes with my mother's threads and I spend my nights in mother's bed
Me and my shovel, we been through thick and thin and together we've dug many a hole
and I'll carry him brave from cradle to grave, he's the best friend that i have ever known
we bury dead flowers every fall
before the ground's too hard and my heart's too small
And we rest in the shade of a nearby tree and in the sun we bury our family
credits
from The Pine Box Carrier,
released July 1, 2012
Recorded and Mixed by Eric Cronstein at The Tone Shoppe in Columbus, Ohio.
Mastered by Christopher Keffer at Magnetic North Studio in Cleveland, Ohio.
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