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Flicker & Scape

by Small Joys

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1.
Small Joys 03:32
Small joys gliding to me When I thought they were far away I'll set out on foot with you tonight And we'll be so far away If you know the truth That all we have is time and luck I'll have to ask you to keep it to yourself That's a secret that's still out of bounds And our wheels They will be turning back and forth And we'll let our heavy burdens weigh their worth And our burning, burning torches will run out And we'll go to sleep safe and sound As I watch you go my dear I hear you whisper in my ear There’s still time to live for more And I can't let you down From this place that I've found In my heart It's all for you It's all for you No I can't let you down From this place that I've found In my heart It's all for you
2.
Leaf Left 04:04
I was once invincible Coiled and ready to spring into the future I pushed myself on Fading past the landscapes of a thousand different moments I wanted to hold every one 'Til they shined right through my finger tips Both saved and not yet begun, until they're gone I am dry like a leaf left in the summer time Frail, but not alone Waving high, with a view that's given when you die Surrounded and going home I will lay myself down Once I've carried the wreckage out of this valley Your face is the last thing I'll see Cloudy-eyed alongside this breathless showering spring Oh, pour down on me Your drops will burn my memory Oh please, let me see who you are I am dry like a leaf left in the summer time Frail, but not alone Waving high, with a view that's given when you die Surrounded and going home Pour down on me, oh pour down on me Oh pour, down on me and let me see I am dry like a leaf left in the summer time Frail, but not alone Waving high, with a view that's given when you die Surrounded and going home Pour down on me, oh pour down on me Oh pour, down on me a let me see Oh pour down on me, pour down on me Pour down on me, and let me see Pour down on me, on pour down on me Pour down on me and let me see Who you are
3.
Jericho Land 05:54
A storm came in from the West and blew me to the East And I hear that boxcar movin’ to the sound of that train track beat The sky, it wasn’t pretty, the tall grass burnt and bland Sometimes when you go farther you see great things turned to sand I’m going down to Jericho land I’ve got my partner, we’ve got no plan We’re eight days in and babe if we can stand it We’ll break our backs to see home again Last month Stevie ended his life alone in the woods I guess he was tired of not doing things he thought he would There was no one there to hear he did not cry And now the rest of can’t sleep We just sit around and wonder why I’m going down to Jericho land I’ve got my partner, we’ve got no plan We’re eight days in and babe if we can stand it We’ll break our backs to see home again I’m building Stevie a new home to see that he stays He might not want, but I think he’ll like it anyway It’s a place in the hills where no one will find him Where he’ll do what he wills, with this silly old world behind him [But we’re still beside him] I’m going down to Jericho land I’ve got my partner, we’ve got no plan We’re eight days in and babe if we can stand it We’re gonna break our backs to see home again Now I hate to say it, but Stevie’s really gone And I’ve had a hard time keepin’ on But if he was here there’s one thing I’d know for sure Is that it feels so good, to know you’re strong, To keep the faith, to carry on! And I’m going down Again…. Again….
4.
These Hands 06:35
My family came here on a ship full or soldiers and sails Bargained hard for a spot to keep, while keeping their souls elsewhere And two hundred years ago these hands were worked so hard But these valleys are still unknown even though we have come so far These hands, they are not yours, they are not yours, to keep These hands, they are not yours, they are not yours to keep Keep I knew a man who was covered in dust and had taken a few years onto his face Outside he was brittle, he was torn a little, but inside he knew his only place I took him by the hand and said come on, take a stand, under the hot white sun to raise our arms He did the best he could and it was better than good because he flew off, I won't see him again These hands, they are not yours, they are not yours to keep These hands, they are not yours, they are not yours to keep Keep My hands have held a book or two and they've played and they've waved and they've made Now they hold something dearer than that, it's another hand holding right back And even though we will be covered in dust, they will first be nurtured in out trust In the valley that we then will know; after searching so long we will let go But these hands, they are not yours, they are not yours to keep These hands, they are not yours, they are not yours to keep Keep Keep
5.
Patterns in the stories that I’ve read Make me call to a savior, I’ve only listened but never said You were naked in my mind and left a hunger unsatisfied I swear you wanted nothing more but to see If we could last Through it all There’s something in the way that you say it will be all right That plants roots into the ground It’s not another image made to bleed out in the rain It’s stronger than a sound But will we last Through it all In the process of sanitation I’d forgotten which way my feet had walked I swear I only heard but never talked I danced into the fire of the night Laughter burning just in spite No one dared to come down To fast From it all There’s something in the way that you say it will be all right That plants roots into the ground It’s not another image made to bleed out in the rain It’s stronger than a sound But will we last Through it all It’s only working if we dare And I’m scared of this bullshit, but I won’t just lay down anywhere My loneliness creeps in with every perfect time Reminding me that you’re not here, to which I’m very blind Very blind, very blind There’s something in the way that you say it will be all right That plants roots into the ground It’s not another image made to bleed out in the rain It’s stronger than a sound There’s something in the way that you say it will be all right That plants roots into the ground It’s not another image made to bleed out in the rain It’s stronger than a sound Stronger than a sound…. Stronger than a sound….
6.
It was a biting winter but a hot and loose July And she took the love that saved her; it was all that she could try Painting a decent picture both of blue and endless nights She knew would soon be mounted on that great December sky And oh the luscious valley that bloomed in spring Where she had settled and where she would sing Offered her the comforts she had yearned for so long A country told in whisper and a place to call home 'Cause 16 miles out of town And 6-feet underground lay a lover she knew so well His lips they were still cold Left from the stories still untold He saved for her to take and tell Honey, we will never understand this land We were not made to in our lives We are the wildlife in big demand The rising souls who must survive I heard from paradise that it has an empty nest All its children have grown up and there's no more struggle left They had quite the invitation to move over seas Live their lives backwards and rewrite history 'Cause now kids count their follies one by one On the fingers they've been given by the great and holy sun And she counts the wings on the crows over head Wishing everyone was a day he wasn't dead 'Cause 16 miles out of town And 6-feet underground lay a lover she knew so well His lips they were still cold Left from the stories still untold he wished he’d had the time to tell Honey we will never understand this land We were not made to in our lives We are the wildlife in big demand The rising souls who must survive 'Cause 16 miles out of town And 6-feet underground lay a lover she knew so well His lips they were still cold Left from the stories still untold he wished he had cared to tell 'Cause honey we will never understand this land We were not made to in our lives We are the wildlife in big demand The rising souls who must survive And honey we will never understand this land We were not made to in our lives We are the wildlife in big demand The rising souls who must survive The rising souls who must survive The rising souls who must survive...
7.
Never thought I’d see the day The look in her eyes; the words she would say Armed to the teeth with her tongue just to prove that the Sticks and stones weren’t half as bad. It isn’t that hard to forget what it means To do unto others, forgive us those things That muddle the thoughts in our heads when our hearts Have broken with the beat of what was Meant to maintain the love and goodwill Between mothers and brothers and thaw through the chill of the Hunch that this crutch of a God might have gone and Broken both the legs we used to Walk through the deserts and wade through the streams To the fields and homes in the back of our dreams That our children to lose as they run on ahead To make our mistakes their own. I’d like to throw a voice To all the ears that refuse to hear the Cries of years gone-by Asking why goodwill became a running joke to the Kids brought up to move and groove To the rhythm of the fleeting, seething urge to Doubt the best and break the rest, and Blame the ocean when their boats are left adrift at sea. Never seems that hard at first One or two drinks at the most and the thirst will Dry up like rain in the face of the sun But wait, you can hear it… Back through the cracks and the lines in a face That your friends used to trust and your lovers would embrace, Broken by woe and the risk that was run in Standing in contempt of how your Father was a teacher and mother was a bride. Your life was always grounded in the privilege you’d hide from the Critics, naysayers and unquestionable foes Who’d dare to call you out on all the Bullshit you’d use to bury your shame Your life and love can't be played like some game you can Bend and then twist to produce the results That will quiet that little drone. I’d like to throw a voice To all the ears that refuse to hear the Cries of years gone-by Asking why goodwill became a running joke to the Kids brought up to move and groove To the rhythm of the fleeting, seething urge to Doubt the best and break the rest, just Aching to prolong the thrill. I’d like to throw a voice To all the ears that refuse to fear the Cries of years gone-by Asking why goodwill became a running joke to the Kids brought up to move and groove To the rhythm of the fleeting, seething urge to Doubt the best and break the rest, and Blame the ocean when their boats are left adrift at sea.
8.
Toy Boats 04:00
I looked out of the window of the train Past Sara’s face onto the plain And watched the steeple change its shapes As we swiftly pulled away From a weekend nearly over That had started on the wrong foot With temples tensed into knots And a broken down train We stood like wallflowers in a town And we did not know its name With directions skewed and home far from sight Sara said, “Everything’s gonna be alright.” We saw toy boats floating down the stream And children laughed until they screamed We looked at each other as if in a dream Said “this might be paradise” We pulled an old bike from the city creek And made it new again We were carried away by blind luck ‘Cause this might be the only time this ever happens And I guess life is made by rusted tracks and forgotten ways But we never hear that anyway We are focused, we are pointed We are centered, we are sheltered From the very moments that we need Like little toy boats and abandoned old bikes Towns that we don’t know and trains that we can’t ride And promises to save, directions that need losing All of this it takes to push the wrong things from the right
9.

credits

released January 21, 2014

Produced by Small Joys
Recorded at Studio Hollywood in Portland, OR
Engineered and mixed by Dan Klee
Mastered by Nate Wood at Kerseboom Mastering
Artwork by Farleigh Winters

Small Joys is:
Olivia Awbrey - Lead vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar (7), piano
Dan Klee - Electric guitar, acoustic guitar (5,7), alto sax (9), percussion, lead vocals (7), backing vocals
Michael Steinkirchner - Bass, banjo (4), percussion (3), backing vocals
Will Bland - Drums, backing vocals

Friends and guest appearances:
Sam Weiss - Violin
Ian Maurer - Accordion
Tim Klee Jr. - Percussion, trumpet (9)
Ian Rinehart - Cello
Sam Hunt - Trumpet

All songs written by Olivia Awbrey and performed by Small Joys except "Ventriloquist." "Ventriloquist" written by Dan Klee and performed by Small Joys.

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Small Joys Portland, Oregon

Don’t be fooled: at a collective height of 22’9” Small Joys has a sound as big as your mother is sweet. Bringing a contemporary and assertive twist to the age-old musings of life and song, lyricist Olivia Awbrey combines the intimacy of Frank Turner's storytelling with Springsteen-like theatrics. A mix of acoustic heart and electric soul will carry you through tales of love, loss, history and home ... more

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