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Dust, Mud, & Microwaves
04:42
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G Major // Scored For:
Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Celesta
2 F Horns
Snare, 2 Tom, SleighBells
Bass Guitar
Synthesizers
Morning’s light, creeps above the scenery,
Greeting faces, abandoned homes.
What if I, had never signed the envelope,
Never coming, or leaving home.
Take my life, my feelings and my artistry,
And this ever love for you.
And I know, that Time works so imperfectly,
But I’ve meant my time with you.
And when the world comes tumbling down,
And when the years are thrown around my frozen feet,
I’ll remember this through everything that comes.
…
Living young, as if infinite as you think you are,
Until your brother crashed the car.
Little lights, dust, mud, and microwaves,
Unassuming, but here we are.
The stage is struck, the walls are bare and empty,
And the workers strip the floor.
Hurry now, the lights grow dim and weary,
A lonely curtain hits the floor.
And when the world comes tumbling down,
And when the years are thrown around my frozen feet,
I’ll remember this through everything that comes.
…
But I guess that I’m just scared.
Running through the years,
Living in a place that I don’t know
and the time it goes by like a mayfly.
But what if I can’t get this back.
Maybe I’m afraid,
Come and take a look at this mess I’ve made
and the time it goes by like a mayfly.
But maybe I just can’t see.
I can’t see what’s in this plan I understand that patience gives me one more reason not to go.
But in twenty, three, years
I’ve never found another ground I wanna lay my (C)head
And (G)lay my… And lay (D)my…
And when the world comes tumbling down,
And when the years are thrown around my frozen feet,
I’ll remember this through everything that comes.
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2. |
Harm...Harm...Harmony!
03:33
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G-Flat Major // Scored For:
Synthesizers
3 Bb Clarinets, Bassoon
Snare, Marimba, Vibraphone, Glockenspiel
Bass-Guitar
Violin, Viola, Cello, Bass
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3. |
A Funeral for My Home
05:10
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C Major // Scored for:
Flutes, 3 Bb Clarinets, 2 Bassoons, 3 Bb Trumpets, Trombone, Tuba
Piano, Synthesizers
Timpani, Snare, Crash/Suspended Cymbal, Sleigh Bells, Concert Bass Drum
When you fell, fell on your knees,
With your conscience standing by.
There was blood, blood on the grass,
A champion you will not cry.
When you fell, fell in the snow,
Plastic sleds in blue and red.
Drag the wood, from barn to the house,
Through the cold we trudge and shout.
When you fell, fell in the sand,
Sugar soft slip through my hand
Little walks, my back is your steed
Blow the horn send the sun to sleep
When I drove, up gravel drive
With my conscience standing by.
Signs for sale, emptied and cleaned,
For a moment I swear the sun was green.
I, don’t believe it,
There’s a funeral for my home.
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4. |
Glass Buffalo
03:35
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G Major // Scored For:
Piano
Snare Drum w/ Brushes, Sleigh Bells, Kick Drum
2 Flutes, Oboe
Clear, clear as glass
My buffalo.
Charge, through the field.
Dance, on the fridge
My sweet heirloom.
Hold, shaking hands.
Tense, wild heart
My atmosphere
Bars in the dark.
Quick, through the air
My feathered friend
Charge, around the rooms
Clear, clear as glass
My buffalo
guard, you from me.
Dance, near the fridge
My answered dream
Pushed through the door.
You will do better
Fly faster
In Ohio.
Oh, how could I have known?
These arms,
Never meant to cause alarm.
Oh, how could I have known?
Your soul,
Having trouble letting go?
Oh, how could I have known
My little love
That these arms would cause alarm.
Oh, how could I have known
My buffalo
Having trouble letting go?
Oh, how could I have known
My buffalo
Clear as glass I should have known
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A Minor // Scored For
Acoustic Guitar, Glockenspiel
In the garden’s eyes there’s life,
But the weeds you hand me are still.
In a small white pot it died,
Because the water stayed put in your eyes.
And the black night stalls the sun
But the moon is selfish and burns
Months branded as we are.
But you’re still crying in the hotel bar.
I guess I’m supposed to wait
But I feel so out of place
I guess that I’m stuck waiting
Here for more.
The red rock brick is strong
Appalachian moon and sun.
When Pearland floods again,
Empty weddings in my head.
Don’t flee to Carolina without me,
Scream alone in the blackness of grief.
Such a feast that love can be,
Turn the season end in tears.
I guess I’m supposed to wait
But I feel like such a waste.
I guess that I’m stuck waiting here for more.
Though the gifts hid in my shoes are small,
Colored paper like leaves in the fall.
Reading aloud on the floor,
Pitching camp right here indoors.
Safe at home at last,
Carriage Hills and fallen past.
Such a curious thing love can be,
Always here but never seen.
I guess I don’t need to wait
I’ve felt your sweet embrace
I guess there’s no need for waiting, after all.
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6. |
Music in the Muck
06:31
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Scored For:
Flute, Oboe, 2 F Horns, Trumpet, Alto Saxophone, Trombone, Tuba
WoodBlock, Triangle, Snare, Toms, Kick
Marimba
Concert Bass Drum, Timpani, Wind Chimes
Ride, Suspended, Crash Cymbals
Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar
Synthesizers
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MOVEMENT 1 - D MINOR
Lord, look what I’ve found
The stain on your brow
Is covered in now
Heart, heart is at home
There’s green on the ground
And life in the sound
But there’s too, many, songs.
Lord, the morning sun rise
Rolling small hills
And garden signs
Heart, forever forgot
Like dust on the floor
Or stains in the lot.
But there’s too, many, songs.
Mind, scared and confused
I’m missing my muse
And missing her too
Mind, crawling to find
Some stalwart or fast
Like deer in the grass
But there’s too, many, songs.
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MOVEMENT 2 - F MAJOR
Sure, I know
Sure, I know
Sure I know my fate.
*brass quintet*
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MOVEMENT 3 - F MAJOR
Lord, I am winning,
I have found my heart and song.
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7. |
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Scored For
Original Trio - Viola, Hand Drum, Guitar
You hope and pray with hands so tied
And Jesus at your floor.
That the Black Fork won’t spill o’er again
And the water will knock down you door.
And I’ve never felt alone but I’m never going home
If I don’t break out of here.
I can see, I can see
I can see we’re pulling out weight.
Bolting doors with words of stone
Won’t let nobody in
Throw up your arms in defense
Even Heaven isn’t getting in.
And I’ve never felt alone but I’m never going home
If I don’t break out of here.
My child my son my guilty one,
Is drowning in the yard.
Hear the hum of my apartment sing,
Alone here with these scars.
And I’ve never felt alone but I’m never going home
If I don’t break out of here.
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The Busy Nothing Mansfield, Ohio
The Busy Nothing is an indie-folk project based in Ohio. Original collaborators include Sean Byrne, Bennett Coltman, and Christian Watson. Watson, a singer-songwriter currently living in Mansfield, Ohio, continues to write and compose under the pseudonym as a solo musician. The band's name is a reference to a 1949 folk tune by Bing Crosby. ... more
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