Taylor guitar recorded in a round castle tower. Samples from the mountain, including the Barred Owl. Hope and Janice added backgrounds to the bass and perc. Can't wait to go back and sit in that knarly pine.
Also on track: Vanessa Walters: Dümbek, Dave Edwards: bass
Hope Johnson:vocals, Janice Marie Johnson:vocals
Birds of the woods
I cannot speak my mind is tied
With thoughts and dreams and hopes untried.
From a gnarly pine on a mountain high
Nothin out there but countryside
My dream would be to go where I will,
To walk where I want, to try any hill.
But fences keep me sitting still
It's mine, stay away, the voice is shrill
What I say would be half a truth,
Too many parts, too aloof.
There's me and them and us and you,
But the shields are up, there's no getting through.
Nobody knows the culture we missed
We traded for things with lies and tricks.
When we could have been learning this lands' ways
We thought we knew it all so we walk in a haze.
