Colors

Colors

In honor of the Hutchmoot session on collaboration, here’s a rough mix of a cut from my new record, co-written with fellow Rabbit Roomer and Hutchmooter Rebecca Reynolds. She wrote the lyrics, and I came up with the music.

Nashville’s Jeff Taylor is on accordion, and my fellow Union Stationer Barry Bales played bass. I used a 1946 Martin 00-18 for the fingerpicked part and a 1938 Martin D-18 for the fills and leads. 

“Colors” Rough Mix

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The colors of this town are sometimes blinding
The city streets all pulse with yellow light
And every passing motion
Spins the wheel of lost devotion
Through strangers brushing shoulders in the night

She walks the corner searching for a haven
To beat her hunger through six rusted strings
For copper saints, in God they trust
The prayers she prays are prayers she must
While heaven hovers close to hear her sing

We are inclined to whispers
We are inclined to dreams
Inclined to something more than all we’ve ever seen
Walking in love’s shadowlands
A drummer from a sidewalk band
Makes me long for home
Makes me long for home

He spins her on the wooden floor for hours
In the lonely club where all the misfits dance
The lights are friday-dim to birth
Allure from wine and borrowed worth
Subtractions from a broken soul’s romance

We are inclined to whispers
We are inclined to dreams
Inclined to something more than all we’ve ever seen
Walking in love’s shadowlands
A drummer from a sidewalk band
Makes me long for home
Makes me long for home