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1.	Against The Sunshine	Play	Against The Sunshine my body's been sunburned the topography's turned the dizziness is deafening on this rocket ride it's been whispered in dreams circulated unseen it's a feeling i only seem to get when i'm outside god's in his heaven cider's on the stove and suddenly i know where you were coming from one after another the pieces of my life go sliding by directionless and dumb and i believe it's time to shake the dust from these boots of mine yes i believe that it's time to test myself against the sunshine it's entirely known it's been hung in my home and not infrequently written in stone like a holy law it's for rich or for poor it's a miracle cure even so i could never be sure it wasn't part of me i saw when god's in his heaven and cider's on the stove then suddenly i know where you were coming from one after another the pieces of my life go sliding by directionless and dumb and i believe it's time to say goodbye to these ghosts of mine yes i believe that it's time to press myself against the sunshine some people dream doubts never saying out loud anything they might have figured out and forgotten to explain satisfied to pretend they are lovers and friends serenading a sand illusion losing the chance to say god's in his heaven cider's on the stove and suddenly i know where you were coming from one after another the pieces of my life go sliding by directionless and dumb and i believe it's time to fall in love with a friend of mine yes i believe that it's time to throw myself against the sunshine words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Against The Sunshine Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: electric guitar, keyboards Notes I wrote this song while living in Sheepshead Bay, surprised and a little suspicious at its unexpected optimism. (God is a metaphor here, as elsewhere.) Emotionally the most recent of the songs on Blue Time, it insisted on introducing the album and wound up at the front. This recording was a demo, but it had a muddy mood that I came to like, so that was that. "Serenading a sand illusion" prefigures a theme to which I would later return in "Women of Sand." Notes	Buy MP3
2.	Brother Of Mine (Till Only Animals Remain)	Play	Brother Of Mine (Till Only Animals Remain) brother of mine i am all out of answers we survived but it cost us the chance to ford the river at sunrise now we stand beside the wreck of our memories summer wind ripped the veil from our vision set loose the animals and left us both wishing for the wisdom of children uncloaked our celtic-cross menagerie tonight we'll send our unrequited friendship up into ashes and flame we'll start again and speak of everything till the morning kills our campfire till only animals remain brother of mine i'm prepared to be foolish family pride can't persuade me when there is too much ground to recover and too little time for starting over decades on and we're caught in the calling rest you down and remember it all until the bright bird of childhood settles like a hand upon your shoulder tonight we'll send our unrequited friendship up into ashes and flame we'll start again and speak of everything till the morning kills our campfire till only animals remain brother of mine it was supposed to be simple over time we have opened a window into echoes and anguish mom and dad could never have imagined but this is just like the old way of living shaking trees raking leaves making heaven out of houses and highways lying awake and lying about what happened tonight we'll send our unrequited friendship up into ashes and flame we'll start again and speak of everything till the morning kills our campfire till only animals remain till only animals remain i am all out of answers till only animals remain brother of mine words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Brother Of Mine (Till Only Animals Remain) Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: electric guitar, keyboards Notes One of my most personal songs; recording this with my brother was important, and the words and imagery and music all came together just the way I wanted. The animals here are part of our "celtic-cross menagerie," a toybox of childhood ghosts, an echo of W. B. Yeats' "circus animals." They're what's left when you get clear of all the family stuff that got in the way of sibling friendship and look back. (We had ours, you probably have your own). "The wreck of our memories" is a reference to an episode of the 1980s television series "Beauty and the Beast," which itself references the myth of Orpheus. Notes	Buy MP3
3.	Summer Fell	Play	Summer Fell i married annabel when spring was in the trees she loved me true and she loved me well and i had no cause for grief she gave me a cup of love and i drank it to the lees and the summer fell on me anna was an only child and the whole world was her home from the day we wed she was windy and wild and i never was alone she showed me constellations i had never seen and the summer fell on me heaven was a honeymoon that lasted all our lives we did all the pleasures prove till the day that anna died they buried my annabel in a grave beneath the trees and the summer fell on me words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Summer Fell Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: acoustic guitar, keyboards Notes I thought I was writing a simple, straightforward imitation of a traditional folk lament, but I found that the fictional lost wife resonated with other losses big and small. (Damned if everything isn't autobiographical.) The little sea pipe that leads into the piano solo captured the feeling of being tugged oceanward after a lost love, thematically connecting this song's "Annabel" to Poe's. Notes	Buy MP3
4.	Smoke And Rattles	Play	Smoke And Rattles daddy drove me down to north carolina trying to drive his dreams into me children in the wilderness, smoke and rattles choking in the shadow of the family tree i was wrong to rebel i guess eager to tell our ancestral shame well i don't know if it really is so but society is not to blame meanwhile in my mind i'm still the shot-up product of environments i once knew living on a postage stamp in the city standing in the video rotunda with you too much highway wine i guess maybe it's time to confess my sins well i don't know if it really is so but tomorrow i'll begin again corporate advertising billboard sky over the company cradle was my lullaby i learned to sing and cry while in the tropic of cancer my cousins died daddy and me, we're a lot alike i can look ahead and see tomorrow following the rails, fathering my own waiting for the train in paternal patience burning in the station like a burial stone i could keep driving down i guess looking around at my successful friends well i don't know if it really is so but i've heard the cycle never ends come hell or high water or black-eyed peas whiskey or tobacco or white supremacy blacktop or truck stops or buckshot we were reenacting eden in a pentecostal county daddy drove me down to north carolina trying to drive his dreams into me children in the wilderness, smoke and rattles all choking in the shadow of the family tree i was born to rebel i guess eager to tell our ancestral shame well i don't know if it really is so but the answer's hidden in my name smoke and rattles everywhere you go and society is not to blame words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Smoke And Rattles Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: electric guitar, keyboards, percussion Notes Not intended as a criticism of my father, nor even really specifically about him (though "Daddy drove me down to North Carolina" sounds a lot rootsier and cooler than "Mom drove me several blocks away to another part of Bensonhurst"), this song continues the theme of peeling away the layers of childhood, of gasping for air while "choking in the shadow of the family tree." The phrase "smoke and rattles" captures the smells and sounds that I associate with the southern summers of my childhood, and the electronic bass line and horns supplied a sense of rollicking resignation, of straining at the tether. I was particularly pleased with the internal rhyme structure here, and with the overall sound of the recording. My infant daughter would wriggle on the bed and laugh when I played this song for her, and still refers to it as "The Daddy Song." Notes	Buy MP3
5.	Already On My Way	Play	Already On My Way i remember a charcoal rendering of the room we shared when neither of us would budge and it was smudged beyond repair and i remember one late night opening waiting till the guests were gone but galleries come and galleries go and after the show the work goes on frozen in stone, broken like bone the careless things we did somebody has to take a chance somebody has to forgive this is all i'm asking for help me to save the day you need only unlock the door i'm already on my way separation was a still life painting a time of emptiness when neither of us would call a fellowship followed nonetheless it took a summer of west coast wandering pondering the pieces there proudly displayed and dappled like jade every one made with tender care vows on the phone, broken like bone the careless things we said somebody needs to take the lead somebody needs to be led this is all i'm asking for find me the words to say you need only unlock the door i'm already on my way portrait of the artist another work in progress but the promise comes so slow feeling out the collaboration yielding to temptation to scrap it all and plan another show portrait of the artist is just another work in progress and the promise comes so slow feeling out the collaboration means yielding to temptation to scrap it all and plan another show some will languish in an attic corner some are marked for sale but neither of us would admit we always quit before we fail exhibitions are an easy alibi standing by a masterpiece but so much depends on patrons and friends and evenings that ended incomplete these moments alone can be broken like bone by the careless things we do somebody must open up somebody must come through this is all i'll ask you for summon the strength to stay you need only unlock the door i'm already on my way i'm already on my way already on my way words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Already On My Way Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: acoustic guitar, keyboards Notes Sort of my signature song, almost a mission statement, this sums up pretty well what I'm about musically and lyrically. The soft melody carries some hard truths about courage and responsibility and acceptance that I needed myself to hear, and others have thanked me for telling them. Blue Time's working title, Charcoal Renderings, came from this lyric. The gallery metaphor is one I returned to with "Winter Hearts." Notes	Buy MP3
6.	Shawl	Play	Shawl caroline they've finally found you fortunes of the fall you can wrap my life around you like a winter shawl oberlin is waiting easy in the nick of time every campus child is crazy for my caroline you believe and never question all that you've been taught but the mothers of your reinvention won't give you a second thought and even though you sing september there's something you can't say you're reliving last semester every single day they'll see you as a strong tornado proudly passing through dazzled by your mind but they don't know you like i do 'cause you'll spend your days in conversation and you'll spend your nights alone and you'll awake at graduation frozen to the bone so you believe and you never question all that you've been told and when it's time i will be your second chance to come in from the cold caroline they've finally found you fortunes of the fall you can wrap my life around you like a winter shawl and you can have my love to ground you any time at all you can wrap my life around you like a winter shawl words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Shawl Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, electric guitar Scott Barnhill: keyboards, bass guitar, percussion Notes Originally a thrashy acoustic rant, this song reinvented itself in the studio in much the same way as its heroine, Caroline (who echoes the "Carolina" of "Smoke and Rattles"), settling into a plucky minimalist groove that's abruptly crashed by a party. (The secrets of the universe are buried in the crowd chatter during the solo, so listen closely.) The speaker always strikes me as arrogant and more than a little condescending, but others have assured me he means well. Notes	Buy MP3
7.	Secret Joy	Play	Secret Joy sadness was my secret joy when i was wide-eyed and a boy i used to clamber up inside to paint a place in which to hide i never cried sadness was my secret joy the grey world lacked a proper sun so from my dreams i fashioned one and hung from a convenient tree the fruits of my felicity i let it be when sadness was my secret joy within my sadness i withdrew and tunneled inward as i grew sadness was my secret joy until at length there came a day my eyes less wide, the world less grey when sadness was too small a space to occupy, much less embrace to paint a place sadness was my secret joy i stepped outside my youth and bade my secret joy goodbye, how sad sadness was my secret joy words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Secret Joy Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: electric guitar Notes The only song I've ever written in its entirety as a poem first. It was a high school poem, and sounds like it, but it was fascinating to be looking back at myself looking back, and I refused to change a word. That's my brother berating me at the beginning: Marc: [cough] Scott: "How many are you gonna do?" Marc: "That's enough?" Scott: "You're gonna listen back to eighty coughs and pick a good one?" Marc: "Yeah. Yeah." Notes	Buy MP3
8.	Exactly What I Would Say	Play	Exactly What I Would Say there is a girl i'd give anything to see one time again to tell her all the things i never said if i could summon up the courage i would force myself to forage through her garbage for stale communion bread but i have been somewhat unsuccessful in tracking down my holy roots and anyway if i ever did what would that prove i know that tribal affiliations aren't instant revelations or even distant relations once removed halley, look at the lights across the bay we're diving deep into a shallow holiday most destinations only lead to someplace else but if the occasion should present itself i know exactly what i would say i've frequently underestimated the most egregious errors made and i've overstayed my welcome a time or two i've seen my family for strangers and unknown relatives for neighbors sometimes even prodigal saviors must move halley, look at the lights across the bay we're diving deep into some shallow holiday most destinations only lead to someplace else and if the occasion should present itself i know exactly what i would say calling out to the congregation counting on the choir to bolster my nerve still rehearsing the conversation keeping something in reserve the bulletin board outside the center is filled with destinies for rent and in a moment everything changes beneath your feet i wonder if I'll ever go back to my old home and let them know that i'm not a throwback to the lowlifes on the street halley, look at the lights across the bay we're diving deep into that shallow holiday most destinations only lead to someplace else so if the occasion should present itself i know exactly what i would say calling out to the congregation counting on the choir to mirror my mind most of all miss the conversation love and loneliness combined the water is wide, the way is treacherous and the treasure is mislaid small steps and giant leaps to cross the room like some aborted lunar landing I spent half my life in planning i'm left standing with my eyes fixed on the moon halley, look at the lights across the bay we're diving deep into our shallow holiday most destinations only lead to someplace else and if ever the occasion should present itself i know exactly what i would exactly what i would say exactly what i would say to the one that got away i know exactly what i would say words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Exactly What I Would Say Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoutic guitar Scott Barnhill: electric guitar, keyboards, percussion Notes Yes, it's autobiographical, and no, it's not very straightforward. Neither was she. (If you must know, the bay is Gravesend Bay in Brooklyn, the girl is long gone, and what I would say is my own business. What would you say?) For all the regret here, I managed to squeeze out one of my favorite lyrics: the water is wide, the way is treacherous and the treasure is mislaid small steps and giant leaps to cross the room like some aborted lunar landing I spent half my life in planning i'm left standing with my eyes fixed on the moon Notes	Buy MP3
9.	Wayfarer Of The Brine	Play	Wayfarer Of The Brine stevie stood in the corner of the courtroom falling through the window in her mind the court became the shores of god's great ocean she became a wayfarer of the brine the water rose in robes of justice round her forty days and nothing was the same walls of turquoise crashed against each other like the banging of a gavel in her brain tiny boat tempest tossed and the sea ever wider and the scarlet stain of the daylight failing her survival kit on board with the pieces of her life worth saving photographs of family vacations corn husk dolls and origami birds and somewhere on a half-recalled horizon a child who didn't know what lawyers were there was love that was lost there were words never spoken and the raw refrain of human hearts breaking she can't hear them any more she's out upon the ocean sailing counting traffic lights and treading water she cries out to the woman she will be when visitation rights and rocking horses have dwindled to a distant memory words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Wayfarer Of The Brine Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: electric guitar, bass guitar, keyboards Notes Like "Summer Fell," this song started as a narrative exercise unrelated to my life and became something that hit pretty close to home on various levels. (For starters, that's my stuff in the survival kit.) The title comes from a poem I wrote many years ago, but the image of foundering in the ocean of family court turns out to be a distressingly apt one. The metaphors here aren't mixed so much as meshed: is the ocean symbolic of the courtroom, or is it the other way around? When I wrote it, I liked how the full story of what's going on (or as much of that story as we're going to get) washes up gradually, a wave at a time. I still like it. Incidentally, I think of the sound after the line "And the raw refrain of human hearts breaking" as the cry of a passing seagull. Notes	Buy MP3
10.	Turning Your Back On Today	Play	Turning Your Back On Today lying in bed, watching the ceiling fan go round sweeping away concentric evidence of who i am right now full of the phonographic residue of a love gone wrong sipping a little loss at a time 'cause this stuff is strong all i want to do is keep creating you infinitely angled in my dreams the cradle will rock till dizzy with the dark i fall asleep meanwhile on the less pathetic side of town you're at your more unpopular pole and you're sliding down you used to be a nightlife angel descended on the street now you're just a ghost in the wooden bowl that holds your keys all you want to do is nullify the new pacify the past and sink to dust angry and afraid you believe you made the best of us you're living alone (and you're already lost) you're getting stoned (and you're gathering moss) you're making a sacrifice and that's the price you'll pay for turning your back on today call it a whim, or call it a waste of the waning light you've got a plan, you're gonna survive, fight or flight but you only run from the roads you won't let yourself retrace a million or more and you're on the trail of old mistakes all you ever said comes back in regret camouflaged as confusion the games that you play and the names that you pray and the numbers that you run so you're living alone (and you're already lost) you're getting stoned (and you're gathering moss) and you'll be a sacrifice to the bad advice you gave by turning your back on today lo and behold you rose from bed to drag yourself to the river of the dead and drowned the box with the card that read don't open till today instead of standing in all that's yours you stop your clocks and count your sores and when somebody slides a perfectly good life under your door you send it away maybe you'll throw yourself into everyone else's life maybe you'll get yourself a hobby and drop right out of sight or maybe you'll just stop breathing and wait for the wounds to heal zen and the art of blaming somebody else for being real all we ever did, forgetting to forgive was follow up the faith with lullabies but underneath it all you were really falling for your lies now you're living alone (and you're already lost) you're getting stoned (and you're gathering moss) you're looking to sacrifice the pacts you might have made you're living alone (and you're already lost) you're getting stoned (and you're gathering moss) but you're gonna sacrifice the facts that light your way you're turning your back on today words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Turning Your Back On Today Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: bass guitar, keyboards, percussion Notes The fragments of a relationship, reassembled with care and no small amount of educated guesswork, so some of the pieces may have gotten muddled. (Both the keys and the wooden bowl were actually mine, though I was probably the one gathering moss.) During the recording process, my brother and I called the synth runs after the chorus "Springsteens," noting their similarity to electronic flourishes used by "Brilliant Disguise"-era Bruce. Notes	Buy MP3
11.	All In My Own Good Time	Play	All In My Own Good Time at the start i still had a chance even then you could see how i easily envied anyone else but me window shopping and walking around i didn't count what i spent i was careless with every moment and where it went under the guise of looking myself over i traded my freedom for fear i was the devil on my own shoulder the poison in my own ear i told myself i was satisfied to yield and not to find and i wanted to love you all in my own good time seven months and a lifetime later with candlelight and cliches i was quoting the classics magic, the moon and may i dodged the question and drove you crazy kept you waiting in vain quietly confident you wouldn't corner me or complain believing i had one foot in the future and one in the safety of now i would commit myself no sooner than my sanity would allow i gave you dreams for tomorrow love and longing combined and i promised to hold you all in my own good time after the rain and after the road i tried to tally all i owed like a rogue balloon i floated slowly down autumn on fire, cinnamon swirled crashed into the remnants of my world it hurled me out and held me underground whatever doesn't make you stronger can kill you can sever the strings to your heart too much remembering might reveal you for the fallen one you are even after the ending passes i will be resigned to whatever may follow all in my own good time i'll be facing the future all on my own this time words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	All In My Own Good Time Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: acoustic guitar, bass guitar, keyboards Notes I think of this song as a series of juxtapositions and reversals that reveal more than wants to be said. The melody, rhythm, and lyrics during the verses rock back and forth in a kind of romantic resignation, but the bridge is more honest, exposed, and vulnerable. Literary quotes get dragged in as explanation or justification, but the originally bold sentiments get twisted in the process: "To yield and not to find" is an inversion of a line from Tennyson's "Ulysses," while "whatever doesn't make you stronger can kill you" hijacks Nietzsche. (There's also a very happy mix of alliteration and internal rhyme in the line, "quietly confident you wouldn't corner me or complain," but that's neither here nor there.) Notes	Buy MP3
12.	Tragedy In Coney Island	Play	Tragedy In Coney Island animal magnetism is powerful indeed but it don't hold nothing up on my refrigerator door wasn't i sympathetic to your chemical dependency really don't think i could be expected to have given any more midnight movies, trust and lust in 2-D weekends of comforting cliches paid for your class at the college of saint rose but it's not the money anyway roses are red and you read me like a cheap romance better take care of those old loves or their fragile spines will break funny how easily i countenanced this circumstance some kind of a masochist to seek such a tragic mistake tenement windows like a greek chorus stay closed alley oracles head back inside went walkabout somewhere between chambers and canal and i misplaced a friday night rock me baby, rock and roll tip me over and spill my soul in your boardwalk sitting stoic self control a bohemian buddha trying to buy my silence with hubris and humility take your choice, it's cheaper than therapy uncredited co-author of the final scene of our tragedy in coney island what am i doing searching my pockets like i'm in some arcade how can i convince you that this time i've got nothing left to give looking through my receipts and wondering if you'll take it all in trade might as well go to atlantic city and get it over with vegetable gardens and overgrown yards aren't quite what you had in mind your horoscope says you're part cadillac car and part domestic dandelion rock me baby, rock and roll tip me over and spill my soul in your boardwalk sitting stoic self control a bohemian buddha trying to buy my silence with hubris and humility take your choice, it's cheaper than therapy uncredited co-author of the final scene of our tragedy in coney island act five begins with a cigarette i've given up but i haven't quit yet camel lights surround my head like a halo and you download your mantras from i'm so screwed up dot lonely dot com and look for some salvation on the radio and so it goes waited for hours outside that pakistani restaurant spent a small fortune on our ill-fated caribbean escape finally figured out you never knew just what you wanted under an avalanche of self-help books and joni mitchell tapes etiquette dictates three weeks' notice and i'm late but i'm sure you'll fill the position soon our relationship had a broken filament, let's face it sometimes it all just blew rock me baby, rock and roll tip me over and spill my soul in your boardwalk sitting stoic self control a bohemian buddha trying to buy my silence with hubris and humility take your choice, it's cheaper than therapy uncredited co-author of the final scene of our tragedy in coney island words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics	Tragedy In Coney Island Credits Marc Barnhill: vocals, acoustic guitar Scott Barnhill: electric guitar, bass guitar, keyboards, percussion Notes I'll just point out what some have noticed at my live shows: This song is very hard to sing. It's also Casey Shea's favorite Marc Barnhill song, and one he once played a very, very long harmonica solo on. (On another occasion, after he'd requested for the fifth consecutive week that I play it at an open mike, I reminded him that I had many other songs from which to choose, all of which were stored handily in my PDA. He selected a random number -- 107, I believe -- and "Tragedy in Coney Island" was the result. Honestly. It's a Casey thing.) There's a running conflation of love and money here that probably explains why neither stuck around, and a genuine modem dialup noise that makes me sigh nostalgically now. We also have the conclusion of the album's preoccupation with water: the river in "Brother of Mine," the bay in "Exactly What I Would Say," the ocean in "Wayfarer of the Brine," and now the view from the Boardwalk. It took a while to get here, but it's one hell of a view. Notes	Buy MP3

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Voids In The Wreckage	Play	Voids In The Wreckage coming out, cumulus clouds blue in a sky of beige born out of pain, thirsty for rain now you're beginning to feel your age wandering jew, choosing is making you downhearted and you can hardly keep from sinking into thinking you were a fool for leaving home bless the survivor heading for parts unknown settle down, not safe and sound but comfortable in your skin hold yourself close, don't let yourself go know that free will will come again you can renew any part of you that's broken and if you're talking about laying low and staying over you know that's not your style embrace the duration the downtime can last a while here's what you prayed for when you were young and strung out on love here is a taste of who you could be it's hard to know when you're all grown up it's even harder to believe suddenly you're all you see wisdom must now replace family ties, ferris wheel nights carousel candy-apple days you're what you do with the path that you have chosen and though it doesn't seem you've got a lot of options pockets of courage will appear like voids in the wreckage hope in the heart of fear like voids in the wreckage hope in the heart of fear words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics
Women Of Sand (demo)	Play	Women Of Sand (demo) she says she loves me and everything i am well i've heard that before and i'll probably hear it again but i know i'll believe what she's telling me till the ocean eventually washes away this woman of sand i'd be okay if she wouldn't say i want you sharing the irresistable list of the shit she's gone through till I’m beached and bruised and when i reach out to pull her close there's nothing to hold on to maybe my dreams are what drew her to me maybe my weakness for broken beauty maybe she sees how much i need to believe each time i'm convinced it's the real thing i've found but i'm only turning the hourglass around only setting myself up to fail with my little shovel and pail watching the water as my castles crumble down these women of sand sift through my life breaking my heart and taking it out with the tide chasing a millionth moon over the sea and leaving me high and dry in the middle of the night maybe my dreams are what draw them to me maybe my weakness for broken beauty maybe they see just how much i need to believe i'm sorry and sad, but searching for more than having the blues, hurting like hell and hugging the shore maybe i'll understand some other day that the sand was paving the way for the one i'm waiting for maybe i'll understand some distant day these women of sand were paving the way for the one i'm waiting for words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics
Recent Dreams (demo)	Play	Recent Dreams (demo) in my recent dreams you always wear summer clothing though the winter is cold around you and the secrets you disclose make it easy to suppose that the love you gave to me is the finest thing that i will ever know but in these recent days i've fallen from your favor with a force that would astound you i could struggle to reclaim every feeling that remains but the photographs are faded and i'm afraid that i will find your mind has changed i can't go rushing in foolish and fumbling stumbling blindly at the edge of my life i need a sign that it is safe to approach a bit i won't survive another fall from this height so i set aside my heart like a scented cedar basket full of the day when i first found you but the reawakening's not as easy as it seems i am aching to return if only i could learn your recent dreams i would gladly try again if i knew that i was in your recent dreams words and music by marc barnhill © 2008 new fallen music Lyrics

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Semi-Complete Song List

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Against The Sunshine
Ain't Your Baby
All In My Own Good Time
Already On My Way
Amber
Ambulance
Apricots And Oranges
Baby Butterflies (Only Want To Eat French Fries)
Back Today
Beautiful
Better Man
Bliss
Blue Jean Daydream
Braver
Brooklyn
Brother Of Mine (Till Only Animals Remain)
Carve Away Everything
Charity Begins At Home
Chasing After
Choosing My Own Fall
City Under Snow
Construction Paper Heart
Corner Of The Cave
Country Girl
Daddies Can't Complain
Dare
Discover The Day
Don't Step On Your Stepmom
Eastern Rain
Eventide
Exactly What I Would Say
Falling For A Woman
Feel This Fire
Feels Like Forever
Firmament
Footprints In The Sidewalk
For The Moment
Forgiver Moon
Gift Of Who You Are
Grand Canyon
Granted
Green Glass Bottles
Harder Than Goodbye
Hearts Have Walls
Heaven High
Hey My Lady
Holiday Home
Human Being Born
I Believe In You
I Never Dreamed About You
If I Believe In Love
I'll Be Gone
It Doesn't Mean A Thing
It's Our Day
January Man
Keep The Fire Burning On The Hearth
Let's Go
Light
Long Way Down
Lullaby Liana
Me And Lady Macbeth
Mercury
Missing
Moon After Moon
Narrows
Never Leave You
Never To Know
New Eyes Can't Look Back
New Room
New Year's Eve
No Before
No More Wrong Than Right
No One Can Say
No Such Thing As Raindrops
Out From Under The Past
Over Again
Paradise
Parting Of The Ways
Portable Horizons
Prodigal Moon
Recent Dreams
Redhaunt
Ring Out
River Rocks
Running From The Rain
Sabrina
Salamander Lies
Second Chances
Secret Joy
See Me Celia
Shawl
Silver
Silver Again
Sistine Chapel
Smoke And Rattles
Solstice
Somebody
Somebody Else's Song
So Song
Square One
Starfish
Stars And Snow
Storm In Your Heart
Streak Of Sunlight
Sudden Creation
Summer Fell
Sure And Slow
Tangram
Telling Myself To Myself
The Boy With The Star Inside
Thirty Years
Tragedy In Coney Island
Trust Not Love
Turning Your Back On Today
Under The Sun
Up Up Up
Veranda
Victory
Voids In The Wreckage
Waiting For Love
Wake Up Liana
Wanted (But Couldn't Have)
Water
Wayfarer Of The Brine
Weathervane
When The Sympathy Subsides
Will October
Wind Chimes
Winter Hearts
Women Of Sand
Written In The Rainbow
Yellow Raincoat
You're Not A Baby Any More