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Compass Rose

from Dryland by Chris Pureka

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COMPASS ROSE: Well I’m lost today, I’m almost wandering back to the door that slammed in my face, oh but here I am, here I am, here I’ll stay… But when will the street signs stop pointing west, when will my thoughts stop drifting like smoke over the ridge to the trail we used to walk?… Oh does it sound familiar? The whole thing fades to black and then you’re waiting, waiting for it to burn again….Well I’m lost today, I won’t deny it, I’m going to lay down and wait for the compass rose under my skin to start to glow. But look how the sun has painted the trees, all these colors never known to them, colors never known to their leaves…I’d like to sing like that. Oh does it sound familiar? The whole thing fades to black and then you’re waiting, waiting for it to burn again….But I know that someday, someday, I’ll offer up a song I was made to play until even the mocking birds don’t know what to say and the mornings just make sense, sense, oh yeah… And where the dawn went I don’t know… just hang a white flag out the window, until the sunlight shines through it, well is it morning yet? I’m lost today, here I am wandering, it’s late and I’m sure noticing the crook of my arm is lonely…But look how the snow has painted the town so that all of the street light is dancing, dancing around…I’d like to love like that. Does it sound familiar? But I know that someday, someday I’ll offer up all my Sunday afternoons until the rocking chairs have gone and worn right through the paint on the porch floor and we’re grey and grey and gone, gone, gone…..

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from Dryland, released September 26, 2006
Chris Pureka – acoustic guitar, vocals
Reed Chambers – drums
Andy Rice – upright bass
Sebastian Renfield – banjo, backing vocals
Merrill Garbus – fiddle, backing vocals

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