I want the timeline where the blizzard doesn't reach Manhattan
And I land safely in the snowdrift of your bed
I never met you in New York in winter,
so in my dreams instead
I watch you come around the corner, and it's morning
On a street to which my feet have never spoken
Look down and I will notice something broken
Illusion spilling slowly from my cup
So I look up
Last time I looked into your eyes, that was a very good year
Not yet the fourth day of July
Next time I kiss the southern sky in summer,
I think I'll have to cry
But on another world you see me smile at heaven
And you guess that I am smiling for no reason
Like songs you catch me singing out of season
They all begin and end
The stars at night
Are big and bright
And they may fall in other stories but they don’t fall here
And even though the wildflowers bloom all year
I never tire of their faces
We meet impossibly in endless different places
Under nameless distant suns
But all I need is one
One life where you are laughing or you’re angry or you’re sad
And I am anywhere, just breathing
And every story you are telling
Has something worth believing
I like the story where the blizzard doesn't reach Manhattan
And we see Carnegie lit up on Christmas Eve
I want the time our time comes
ringing in at midnight
And chooses not to leave
I could listen to Lauren sing forever. Her writing is vivid and sensitive, sweetly and painfully human--never apologizing for sharp corners and rough edges. The beauty of her spirit shines through. Summer Russell
It's funny, I wouldn't say Cathy is a favorite artist, but I do have a lot of her stuff. Even though she sings about fantasy & esoteric things, I feel it. I think everyone can relate. TimTTT
Singer-songwriter Henry Parker puts his own spin on the classic sounds of '60s and '70s British folk on this wilderness-inspired new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2021