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Ready for Halloween.

Ready for Halloween.

Cara & Bubba

"Five Little Sparrows" by Cara

Cara Singing Five Little Sparrows from Gia Wunderlich on Vimeo.

Indie Mixtape

Elbow - Weather to Fly
Mat Kearney - Here We Go
St. Helens - Get Up
Wave Machines - The Greatest Escape We Ever Made
Elbow - Mirrorball
Kyte - Boundaries
The Rural Alberta Advantage - Don’t Haunt This Place
The Decemberists - Sleepless
Mat Kearney - On and On

http://8tracks.com/gia/indie-mixtape-may-2009

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It’s looking like a beautiful day…

Elbow - "One Day Like This"

Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off the heavy one
Heavy like a loaded gun

What made me behave that way?
Using words I never say
I can only think it must be love
Oh, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

Someone tell me how I feel
It’s silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like the final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Oh, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

When my face is chamois-creased
If you think I’ll wink, I did
Laugh politely at repeats
Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see you like
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Stumbling over what to say
Well, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

So throw those curtains wide!
One day like this a year would see me right!

Elbow - “Mirrorball”

I plump the kind of kiss
that wouldn’t wake a baby
on the self-same face
that wouldn’t let me sleep;
and the street is singing with my feet,
and the dawn gives me a shadow I know to be taller.

All down to you, dear.
Everything has changed.

My sorriness
has made it to graffiti.
I was looking for
someone to complete me.

Not anymore, dear;
everything has changed.

When we make the moon our mirror ball
the street’s an empty stage;
the city sirens - violins.
Everything has changed.

So lift off love.
(down to you, dear)
Lift off love.
(down to you, dear)

We took the town to town last night.
We kissed like we invented it!
And now I know what every step is for:
to lead me to your door.

Know that while you sleep,
everything has changed.

We made the moon our mirror ball.
The street’s an empty stage;
the city sirens - violins.
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed.

Down to you, dear/So lift off love
Down to you, dear/ lift off love
Down to you, dear/ lift off love
Down to you, dear/ lift off love
Down to you, dear/ lift off love
Down to you, dear/ lift off love
Down to you, dear/ lift off love

Dianne Reeves - "Better Days"

Silver gray hair
Neatly combed in place
There were four generations
Of love on her face
She was so wise
No surprise passed her eyes
She’s seen it all

I was a child, oh
About three or four
All day I’d ask questions
At night I’d ask more
But whenever, she never
Would ever turn me away
I’d say how can I be sure
What is right or wrong
And why does
What I want
Always take so long
Please tell me
Where does God live
And why won’t
He talk to me
I’d say Grandma
What is love
Will I ever find out
Why are we so poor
What is life about
I wanna know the answers
Before I fall off to sleep

She sort of smiled
As she tucked me in
Then she pulled up that
Old rockin’ chair once again
But tonight she was
Slightly, remarkably
Different somehow
Slowly she rocked
Lookin’ half asleep
Grandma yawned
As she stretched
Then she started to speak
What she told me
Would mould me and hold me
Together inside
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She said all the things you ask
You will know someday
But you have got to live
In a patient way
God put us here by fate
And by fate that means
Better days

She said, child we are all
Moons in the dark of night
Ain’t no mornings gonna come
Till the time is right
Can’t get no better days lest
You make it through the night
You gotta make it
Through the night
Yes you do
You can’t get to no
Better days
Unless you make it
Through the night (baby)
Oh ho, you will see
Those better days
But you gotta be patient
Be patient, oh baby
Be patient

Later that year at
The turn of spring
Heaven sent angels down
And gave Grandma her wings
Now, she’s flyin’
And slidin’, and glidin’
In better days
And although
I’m all grown up
I still get confused
I stumble through the dark
Getting bumped and bruised
When night gets in my way
I could still hear
My Grandma say
I can hear her say
I can hear her sayin’

You can’t get to no
Better days
Unless you make it
Through the night (baby)
Oh ho, you will see
Those better days
But you gotta be patient
Child, do you hear me, yeah
Well, well, well, well
You can’t get to no, no
Better days
Unless you make it
You got to make it
You got to make it
Through the night
Oh Grandma, oh Grandma
Do you see me now, lady
… She used to sit me on her knee…

Obadiah Parker - Hey Ya (Outkast Cover)

Damien Rice - “The Blower’s Daughter”


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