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Features my father Dan "Did It In One" McKnight on banjo!
Written while love-sick and driving through the Jersey Pine Barrens.

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Poison purple vine, I see you reaching for the sky
Twisted up and twining in the green of my love’s eyes
This land is full of patient marshes
Deception in the sand
And I’m ready, sink me down down down, oh...

In the shadows of the raptors all my secrets are held captive
I’m passing over state lines, sunlight trapped beneath my eyelids
I try to sleep with no one there
It’s twenty-eight miles to Delaware
And I’m ready, sink me down down down, oh…

These barren pines leave me dripping with regret
That there’s nowhere left to lay my head
But the sinking sands

And the world just keeps on spinning as the gravestones keep on grinning
Over all the land they’re creeping till the world deals out its ending
I feel the heel of time upon my neck
And I won’t stop loving you until I’m dead
And I’m ready, sink me down down down, oh…

His body fills the caverns of my desolated rapture
His tides are tumbling blindly, gladly drowning every pasture
I welcome every ache he brings my way
My lungs are filled without any pain
As I sink down….oh

These weeds leave me as barren as my bed
And breathing in the longing in my head
I disappear….into the sinking sands

In my lust and in my longing, something’s missing something’s wanting
Being buried in the mud can’t quench the fire in my blood
And the way the air is hanging is just so delicately haunting
Each breath of wind the touch of your hand clenched around my heart

If this is how it feels to be apart, I want no part of it
Help me, hold me love, before the trouble starts
Ohh, I’ll do my best to swallow it
No landscape can feel like the circle of your arms…
Oh I’m fallin’ all apart

And these barren pines leave me dripping with regret
That there’s nowhere left to lay my head
And these weeds leave me as barren as my bed
And breathing in the beauty of your hand
I disappear….into the sinking sands
Into the sinking sands
Into the sinking sands
The sinking sands….

credits

from Persephone Is Dead, Long Live Persephone!, released September 24, 2015
Dogwood: vocals, tenor ukulele
Andy Lowe: upright bass
Tom Coyne: drums
Sarah Shay: washboard
Dan McKnight: banjo

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Dogwood Seattle, Washington

Hailing from the hedge and loam of Seattle's undergrowth, this chimerical songbird aims to weave historical and wax hysterical in the old-new traditions of mountain men, shantymen, and her fellow men as she tromps and twirls acro'st both ancient myth and accidental malady. This little troubadour delights in bringing life to the voices of the past, so come and share a pomegranate seed or two! ... more

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