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I Heard From the Rain
03:15
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I heard from the rain / Who’s doing well, by the way / But we both miss you / I called up that song / Always get the middle wrong / And we both miss you / But I’m sure the rain has fallen on you since that day / And that song I know for certain is a tune you always play / So who did they see? / Who’s the you who’s not with me? / I’ll never know / I searched out the words / They were flighty as the birds / And we both miss you / Checked in with desire / She has never been a liar / And we both miss you / Now I’m sure that you are using words to talk and write and read / And you must feel desire for your every want and need / So who do they see? / Who’s the you who’s not with me? / I’ll never know / I heard from you / It made me wonder who I knew / I’ll never know
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Cicada Song
02:38
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The grating cicadas are screaming the end of the season / They’re almost as graceless as I am when letting things go / Another sweet summer has started to fade / The heat of the nights and the cool in the shade / My skin tried its hardest to soak up a year’s worth of glow / But it’s cold / Ripening with every passing day / Can’t restrain what’s predisposed to change / My arms raise and reach for the sky as if I could hold on to it / Although it is visible, nothing is actually there / The gutters are suddenly filling with leaves / The floods never care if they’re getting release / The breezes are thrilling but hinder the skin we can bare / We don’t dare / Ripening with every passing day / Can’t restrain what’s predisposed to change / The grating cicadas are screaming the end of the season / They’re almost as graceless as I am when trying to let go
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In the Middle
04:50
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I'm forever haunted by the memories of what there used to be / And even when no one is singing it, within my ear I hear that harmony / The seedlings that we nurtured and our hopes that they would grow into a tree / Who pruned the leaves? / What weeds are these? / Where will my care be received? / Standing by your side, hearts full of pride, we recognize majority / Dancing, smiling, singing, stomping, sinking, sobbing, squeezing you to me / The seasons seem familiar, but the changes still remain a mystery / Who tuned these strings? / What forms repeat? / Which line am I supposed to sing? And why do we cry when we find a memory? / While we’re grateful for the good stuff we’ve got going on / It’s a surprise to realize that when it’s gone, it’s gone / Every beginning has an end / In the middle, I’m with you, my friend / Why do we cry when we find a memory? / While we’re grateful for the good stuff we’ve got going on / We’re still surprised to realize that when it’s gone, it’s gone / Every beginning has an end / In the middle, I’m with you, my friend
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Souvenir
04:00
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Here, a souvenir / I sliced off this piece of my heart / It’s okay, have no fear / It won’t hurt me until we are far apart / Take care not to drip on your shoe / I swear it will stop bleeding soon / I have done this before / They always do / I will spend the summer remembering / How you fit in my arms on the dance floor / I will spend evenings imagining / How your head used to rest on the kitchen door / And I’ll cry / And I’ll deal / And I’ll try / And I’ll heal / I have done this before / I know how it feels / Pieces of me scattered all over the globe / Each one a stake through the edge of my thinly stretched soul / Brooklyn to Oakland to Austin to Portland / Seattle, Harrisburg, St. Paul / I am here, in the heartland / Keeping the beat through it all / Together we’re singing the song that is bringing our souls to the surface / Together, for right or for wrong, we unearth the unknowns that unnerve us / It’s too soon to fly, and it’s too late to drive / And the last time I saw you, we both were alive / But the magic is much more than just saying hi / And you can’t make it happen alone / We have done this before / Come here / I’ll pull you in near / Together
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Goldie
05:39
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They call her Goldie / She is a being of light / Her joy is like a beacon reaching searchers in the night / And everyone absorbs the warmth she radiates / Shining with abandon, she inspires true delight / Basking in her energy, they let it give them life / Sunny in the shadows / She lights the way, they follow / And when she goes, they know that she’s been there / Like glitter, she leaves sparkles littered everywhere / But where there is a spark, there’s bound to be a flame / And the fire of her anger would roar and rage / It burned the ones around her / It made them back away / Requesting that she learn to keep that part contained / They said that they would come back when it’s safe / They explained: It’s a lot to take / What did they expect? / They call her Goldie / She is a being of light / They call her Goldie / She is a being so bright / The flashes of her laughter are gregarious and loud / Reactions so responsive and inviting / Her smile will electrify the dullness of the crowds / Her sensory intensity’s exciting / Vivid as a flower / A rainbow through a shower / Within her glow, true colors show with pride / And when she eats a treat, the flavor’s magnified / But working in these hues of heightened vibrancy / She knew just how blue blue can be / A bottomless indigo ocean saturating her insides / Careful of the waves, for there is danger in the riptides / Come back when it’s safe / It’s a lot to take / The fury of the heat / The drowning in the deep / Sputtering and singed from the intensity within / How could she wish it onto anybody else? / So men and women, girls and boys, would come to her to seek her joy / And she would see it multiply like meadows overgrown / But she faced her every demon on her own / Being of light / Being so bright / Hold on tight / When the nightmares come / Put up a fight / It’s a righteous one / Being of light / Being so bright / Put up a fight / You are loved
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Lindsay Weinberg Chicago, Illinois
Lindsay Weinberg's soulful voice and colorful lyrics evoke the boisterous energy of Chicago summer, the dim corners of a cabaret, and the bright lights of Broadway. Lindsay tells her honest stories through subtle composition and details that stick, inviting us to join her adventure through the little things in life that make the biggest difference in the size of our hearts. ... more
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