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Farmer Óli, bring the hay!
Farmer Óli, bring the hay!
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Scandinavian Moon
04:37
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I missed another autumn
the Vermont maples
leaves under my shoes
by the time I touched the runway
the trees showed their antlers
in the Scandinavian moon
I missed a cold October
my fourth Halloween
across the ocean with my songs
try to stoke the fires of my friendships
from Iceland to Vienna
some move and some I gotta push along
and I only think about it when I’m sleeping
it only haunts me for a moment when I wake
I watch my parents age as they approach the holidays
that I’ll join in through a screen if I catch a break
I was something, I was something
you should have seen me on that stage, I had ‘em all
that is something, boy, that’s something
the phone said unknown number when you called
I missed my third Thanksgiving
to play a beer-soaked venue
and walk streets of cobblestone
and I wonder what I’m after
vanity or validation
chaos or control
I’ve never had enough success to make me bitter
never had an agent to scream at on the phone
it’s a blessing and a curse, and I don’t know which is worse
that I don’t care if I ever have it, or that I won’t
I was something, I was something
you should have seen my on that stage, I had ‘em all
that is something, that is something
I thought it was a salesman when you called
and I was scared to lose it all at once
and I was scared to lose it all at once
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Green Mountain Sun
04:29
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when I was young
my parents drove us to New England one July
campfires and barns
but it was the FernGully woods that caught my eye
when my twenties came
oh god, I formed a band and drove the land, I raced
Oslo to Spain
Alaska down to Georgia, searching for that place
[c]
Green Mountain sun
you know I’ll come for you
Green Mountain sun
you know I’ll come for you
when I hit thirty
man, I packed my car, I packed my car and left
the start of a journey
to the land I longed for, the land I can’t forget
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each day I wake up in that
place I spied, that day when I was young
I’ll always stay
here in this dream I’ve found, my Green Mountain Sun
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November Gloom
05:38
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November gloom, cold skin
apple cider, garbage tins
soggy leaves, fog swirls
watch the trees bend and blow
they surround my little home
keep me sheltered from the world
Feed the stove in the night
cup my hands around my eyes
to see the snow coming down
short cold days, hard freeze
ski a path between the trees
to the field above the town
November gloom, that psychic premonition
waits on you to fall
open your eyes, don’t trust your intuition
it’s all beautiful
November moon, shine bright
let us ski without a light
to the neighbor’s cabin house
and if I leave here someday
be it death or higher pay
let me quickly turn around
cause I would long to be here
if only for a day
if ever I had left
if ever I had strayed, I had strayed
half my life, I’ve fought
to deny the nagging thoughts
that arrive on autumn wind
stay awhile, then leave
I’ll accept this part of me
it makes me who I am
so love the world, when it’s blowing, dark, and pouring
try to love it all
and love yourself when you’re angry, lost and boring
you are wonderful
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Reykjavík
04:39
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when I kiss you hard, hop in my car, and board a plane
sleep spottily in 13E, then hitchhike in the rain
I know what I’m gonna do
I’ll sneak in Daníel’s flat and fall asleep till half past three
meet Júlíus or Myrra and catch a ride to Stokkseyri
we’ll play each other songs through the night
the sun may rise at noon and disappear again by three
I don’t mind, it’s nice sometimes, I sleep like I’m fifteen
what a joy to wake to the sound
of the wind’s lonely arctic howl
why oh why can’t I make a home far away?
why oh why can’t I see my friends everyday?
why oh why can’t I find
a loophole giving poor foreign musicians free apartments here so
I could come in, drop my things, and stay?
I walk the streets of Reykjavik to see how things have changed
the locals still wear stylish shoes no matter how it rains
I buy some shoes and step outside
they’re drenched, but damn do I look fly
and there’s a new hotel with stunning views of new hotels
built where my favorite venue stood, but I’m sure it’s just as well
a music scene’s like the trees in town
we show them off as we cut them down
but I won’t get nostalgic, I still love it without all the things I miss
the post-rock bands, the downtown, too many friends
why oh why can’t I make a home far away?
why oh why can’t I see my friends everyday?
why oh why can’t I find
a lesbian anarchist punk-rock Icelander to marry me so
I can become a citizen and stay?
I’ll do what it takes, I will do what it takes
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Glorious Leader Glover, Vermont
Glorious Leader is the solo project of American musician, vocalist, and multi-instrumentalist Kyle Woolard. Written and recorded in his home in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, the music is an attempt at uncompromising honesty. It is a quest for simplicity. It is a celebration of humanity, of the far north, of the infinite shades between joy and sorrow, of wood stoves and whiteouts. ... more
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