This is the CD version of the album "Marshweed in the Garden", containing the eleven tracks available in digital form on the Bandcamp site. It comes shrinkwrapped in a six-paneled standard-size cardstock case, with cd tucked inside the third panel. I recommend getting the CD version of this album if only for the artwork and lyrics panels.
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Heather Lockie – vocals, viola, banjo
Clay Chaplin – wurlitzer, synths
Maggie Hasspacher – acoustic bass
Alex Wand – classical guitar
Jenica Anderson – vibraphone
Joe Berardi – drums
In the dead of night
We could see the light
Begin to sigh in the sky beyond the trees
With the pink goodbye,
The love that would not cease
To give the fruits of our labours to our hearts is good to
See; that beyond language is a thing, is a thing is a
And I say, "Honey, honey, honey.
Honey, honey, honey, you 'n' me are like
Right about now, you will be walking down the pathway
Right about now, you will be talking to uniformed man
At the kiosk at the gate and
Right about now, you will be walking in the side street
Past the smokestacks and the windows and the sidewalks and the
Fruit stands, with all the things upon them
Right about now, you will be taking out your papers,
And your compass and your ruler, and all the tools you need
To document the data from the glowing screen above you
Right about now, you will be smoking in your break time,
And a thought will light upon you, and you'll go inside to make a note,
Nah nah nah….
Right about now, I wish that I could be there with you
But I'm glad that you're gone, leaving me here to stare and wonder
At what happened before dawn, when in the dead of night
We could see the light begin to sigh in the sky beyond the trees.
And with the pink goodbye - the love that will not cease -
The fruits of our labours
from Marshweed in the Garden,
released April 1, 2018
H Lockie words and lyrics Copyright 2016
Recorded by C Chaplin