Remember me as a time of day

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros // I Don’t Wanna Pray

But I don’t wanna pray to my maker 

I just wanna be feeling free

Not like in a book, all the leaves and tress that shook

from a word that means only not a thing

Pardon, pardon, Mom, what I’m sayin’ isn’t fair  

See I’m lookin’ to become not the prayer but the prayer 

The Tallest Man on Earth // Bright Lanterns 

This one makes me want to just close my eyes and sway back and forth to the twang of the slide guitar.  

Robin Pecknold // Olivia, In A Separate Bed

Iron & Wine // Resurrection Fern

In our days we will say 
What our ghosts will say:
We gave the world what it saw fit 
And what’d we get?

Iron & Wine // Minor Piano Keys

Iron & Wine // In Your Blue Eyes (unreleased demo)

Blue light setting lotus-style in your A-frame in the countryside
Stillness slides the door and walks inside
Candle on the windowsill burnt wickless through our low-lit meal
Heaven only knows what you hide
In your blue eyes, in your sly smile

Tangerine on both your hands smells strong as the tobacco-can
Roll me up a smoke if you don’t mind
Touch me like that afternoon when your friends would all be over soon
And you said, What the hell, we’ll make the time
With your blue eyes, in your slight smile

Blind Pilot // Oviedo 

And maybe some things are better left unsaid
But if you wanted to test that, I will, yeah, I guess, I could’ve said
But there were nights in bars that I recall
Your breath was courage laced with alcohol
You leaned in, you said,
“Make music with the chatter in here,
And whisper all the notes in my ears.”
I didn’t know, I didn’t know the way of my tongue
I didn’t know, I didn’t know what I’d done

The Tallest Man On Earth // The Wild Hunt

I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin’

I live until the call

And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone

Yes I’ll be leavin’ in the fall

talk of mountains, lions, dreams.. this is the stuff of folk music..

Basia Bulat // Once More, For The Doll House  

once more, for the dollhouse

will we ever paint the walls

once more, for the mountains

may we find them at our door

your dreams are so quiet

don’t you need them anymore

 someday we’ll be lions

and we’ll sing out to them all

 one day when I’m older

 will I find out where you’ve gone

 we swore to no strangers

now they’ve crowded up our hearts

 so long to the wreckage

 I won’t hide it if it’s wrong

 someday we’ll be lions

we’ll be dancing as before

 your dreams are so quiet

don’t you need me anymore

 someday we’ll be lions

we’ll be singing to them all

Basia Bulat // Heart of My Own

Run, Go On, and Sparrow are also worth a listen if you enjoy folk music.  

Iron & Wine // Ab’s Song

and if i die at 23
won’t you bury me
in the sunshine?
please let me know
that you’re still mine.
though i’m gone,
my love for you
is, oh, so strong.

and when the grass grows over me,
let me know
you still love me.
never put nobody else
above me.
then i’ll know
my love for you 
will always grow.

Sea Wolf // Leaves in the River

A beautiful song that’s actually relevant for me tonight.  

Robin Pecknold // Derwentwater Stones

And you tell me to be good

now I’m on my own

Through the red and auburn wood

to the broken stone

Midnight in the swaying leaves

midnight in the field

And the moon is like a sheet

covering the shield

Blind Pilot // Just One

Let all things be as they should.
Let my heart just drift like wood.
And will I break and will I bow,
if I cannot let it go?

Feel that sun just hold you right, 
leave you burning down the night.
Feel that wind lap up your soul
if you cannot let it go.
If I cannot let it go.

Born in with a reason,
blown out like a ghost.
We came with our best lines,
told them like jokes.
If I could have known then
we were dying to get gone…
I can’t believe we get just one.

And when your thirst can come to me
I am a river for the sea.
When you can hold me in your sway,
I’ll give myself away.
Will I give myself away?

Born in with a reason,
blown out like a ghost.
We came with our best lines,
told them like jokes.
If I could have known then
we were dying to get gone…

I can’t believe we get just one.
I can’t believe we get just one.
I can’t believe we get just one.
I can’t believe we get just one.

Let all things be as they will. 
Let my heart beat itself still.

    I can remember two years ago when I was head over heals in love with this girl and I would listen to Blind Pilot’s album 3 Rounds and a Sound like a religious ceremony.  Well, to be honest with you, I still do that.  If I need to be inspired, I listen to Blind Pilot.  If I’m driving and I find something so strikingly beautiful that my body shivers, I listen to Blind Pilot.  If I’m trying to remember the time of my life when I was happier than I had ever known life could be, I listen to Blind Pilot.      

    This might make it seem like I turn on their first album often, when in fact I very rarely do.  In an attempt not to play them out, to preserve and not dilute their musical excellence and its intense effect on myself, I’ve really put a moratorium on their music.  And I think that’s made today all the more incredible.  Because today I heard We Are The Tide for the first time.