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Like a Blanket

Time will tell, but who will it tell?
It’s quiet voice demands an ear,
but I won’t hear it.

You used to need
to know what I was thinking.
Without your need my thoughts stay vague;
I’ve gotten good at hiding.

I know, I know, I know.

Like a blanket my warmth is made of your’s.
Like a blanket my warmth is made of your’s.
Like a blanket my warmth
is made
of you.

I speak to you in the tender tones of mother.
You might not know what I say,
but you’re invited.

Wind, stones, and trees
are all I have for language.
I’d stroke your hair,
but I’m only there in hints and whispers.

I know, I know, I know.

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from Conversations with the Cinnamon Skeleton, released 17 January 2012

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tags: alternative conversations cinnamon skeleton david garland vashti bunyan avant-garde experimental folk singer-songwriter New York

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Composer/singer/multi-instrumentalist David Garland has been steadily shaping songs in new ways since ... more 1980.

"Like many great songwriters before him, Garland pushes the limits of acceptable harmony and dissonance, yet never at the expense of beauty. If it's not possible for popular music to reach the heights of the great classical masters, it seems no one has told David Garland."
--Sean Lennon less

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