1. |
Come Out
02:58
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Come Out
Mine is not a big, brass bed
But I, I still lay across it.
I ain't got no big, brass bed
But you could still lay down here.
Come, come out.
Oh, come, come out.
It's bad new day, a band new day, a new one.
And I'm scared this way, I'm scared this way.
I'm shakin' in my boots
and I'm dyin' to get, get to you.
But it's the song that I lose my voice to.
I don't need no lover, yeah I do.
I don't need no one but....
You
Mine is not a big, brass bed,
oh but I, I still lay across it
Oh, I ain't got no big, brass bed,
But you could still lay down here.
I'm shakin' in my boots
and I'm dyin' to get, get to you.
But it's the song that I lose my voice to.
Mine is not a big, brass bed.
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2. |
Violin
04:18
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Violin
We could listen to the rain a while
and you can rest yourself in my smile.
I'd like it if you'd put your shoes next to mine,
and I'd like it if we could wallow in the sweet smoke.
I wish that I lived in a violin,
'cause there'd be music livin' in the floor
A bow and string would make up the door.
And outside that door your love would grow
Played by that old bow.
Oh, we could lay under the shadows the strings
And I could cover myself with your voice as it sings.
I'd like it if you'd let your dusty light fill the room.
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3. |
Little Houses
02:58
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Little Houses
You're stuck in the pane, the flies, you're buzzin'
your voice, it stops, it starts, it's runnin' away
away from me.
Perfume of embraces assail you
and your slow feet, your paces, avail you.
But I set myself. Yeah I set myself. Oh I set my self
On fire for you.
Well, I'm a littloe round bead in a cool, glass bowl
Just scrapin' around the rim
And I wish that you'd get over yourself and
Jump on in.
You've got me cleanin' house and little houses
Fillin' spoons with glue
But I set myself on fire for you.
A quick warm light came running,
slowly, wholly, gray, far.
And I find myself always wondering
Where you are.
You're stuck in the pane, the flies, you're buzzin'
Your voice it stops, it starts, it's runnin' away
away from me, away from me, away from me.
But I set myself, oh I set myself, yeah I set myself
On fire for you.
Yeah, I set myself on fire for you.
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4. |
Many Waters
02:37
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Many Waters
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan.
Sad as the sea bird is
When going forth alone
He hears the winds cry
To the water's monotone.
The gray winds, the cold winds
Are blowing where I go
and I hear the noise of many waters
far below.
All day, all night I hear them flowing
To and fro.
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5. |
If I Was A Tree
04:09
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6. |
My Feet Are Bare
04:07
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Helen Hummel Bristol, Vermont
Singer/songwriter, Helen Hummel, hails all the way from the green mountains of Vermont. Her music reflects the rural landscape of her upbringing and explores the styles of Joni Mitchell, Andrew Bird, and Jeff Buckley, among many others. Through classic and original songs, Helen fills out the limits of her vocal range, accompanying herself on bright and playful guitar. ... more
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