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Northeast Family Photo

by Northeast Family Photo

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Daniel Fantastic vibes, Boxes is incredible and one of the songs I've been playing on loop for a week or so now. Favorite track: Boxes.
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1.
The Woods 04:40
Sun came up and the heat settled on me. The sky was grinning and the lake was cold. Day was lush, the day was glowing. Our boat was listing, wind was laughing. Find me me in the woods. Find me in the water. Find me in the morning as a son or as a daughter. Find me in the light. Find me in the rain. Don't find me with machines or you'll never know my name. Noon was lazy and the paddle felt sure. The leaves were kissing. River banks were holding. Day was ripe. The day was growing. And the shade was soft. Stones were hard. Find me me in the woods. Find me in the water. Find me in the morning as a son or as a daughter. Find me in the light. Find me in the rain. Don't find me with machines or you'll never know my name. Find me in the woods.
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The Wind 04:05
I don't know the wind but I'm damn sure she knows me older than my grandma older than the holy trinity If you listen close she will play for you a quiet symphony talk about the kingdoms of old and the boy from Galilee I heard it from the wind spoke of love, she spoke of sin she told me in a storm she was sweet, she was forlorn If I were a sailboat I'd hold her every day If I were a windmill I'd ache when she was away If you pay attention she will dance for you a wild green ballet talk of the beginning of beginnings we will whisper but we will not pray I heard it from the wind spoke of love, she spoke of sin she told me in a storm she was sweet, she was forlorn
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Early Bird 02:38
4.
That food-stamp summer in Boston, we waded through broccoli rabe. In the 1:00am supermarket exit light expired almonds turned to dark gems in your hand. Once we ate apple pie for a week baked fresh in garbage bags. Our teeth were stared and striped in rot. You served up dinner hot and unapologetic. You've got the mouth of a dumpster diver. If anybody speaks american it's you. You're talking trash and anecdotes, in slang renew. Build from waste, this land taught us to. Diving down into the red, white and blue. And you'd talk about Michigan, those long, long stories of shifting gears. Grinding down the streets of Motor City, you chewed through your first clutch. Still, you make the turns. You'd spit legends of summers way back: the time you spoke only in bad haiku the whole night of Carrie Attley's party. In boozy, bent syllabics you taught me juxtaposition You've got the mouth of a dumpster diver. If anybody speaks american it's you. You're talking trash and anecdotes, in slang renew. Build from waste, this land taught us to. Diving down into the red, white and blue. And without you I have no nation. I'll pledge my allegiance, I'll sift through your junk, oh, it's half true. I am a citizen, I am a dissident. You've got the mouth of a dumpster diver. If anybody speaks american it's you. You're talking trash and anecdotes, in slang renew. Build from waste, this land taught us to. Diving down into the red, white and blue.
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Boxes 01:43
Come on December graduation! I'm headed north, to where you are. And that first apartment somewhere in the falling snow. We've been talking on the phone, filling the gap from skin to bone. You haven't put up pictures, you've been waiting til I get home. How you make me croon, how you make me moan. While I get my things in boxes, darling, could you dance a while alone? ***** I'll be leaving with the snow. And at least it's apropos. After all, I was your vermonter boy. And so you can close that door: I don't love you anymore. I think it's best if we say it out loud. How you make me croon, how you make me moan. While I get my things in boxes, darling, could you dance a while alone? Darling, could you dance a while alone?

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released September 24, 2014

Northeast Family Photo are:
Isaac Avenia-Tapper
Sean Mulholland
Jon Zonenshine

With help from:
Schuyler Skuse
Molly Rabuffo
Tucker Barney
Liam Hannah
Max Irvine
Marshall Ross
Dave McCabe

Marshall Ross - audio engineer

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