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Stars of Bean Hollow

by Vanessa Lowe

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    12 songs presented in a 3-panel color sleeve with lyrics/credits booklet.

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1.
how many shots before i lose sight of where my boy’s face begins and the satellites i got loose and captured everything from the sun to the beach sand with the wind whipping oh it was better when there were holes in fog i would wave my net i could cup my hand and the few fireflies caught were etched in glass oh oh oh oh all those stars slogging away to shine it’s an insult to light to make it all mine for the time being gonna take a walk through a beautiful place and not save the view tomorrow will dawn slow may spout joy or sorrow with night fall and moon glow like sister shadows
2.
go little river go up the knoll and down to crescent pools start sure and slow hit those rocks so they’ll remember you then jump and roll into the folds of yourself hey you’re starting to laugh you mean it now as i bob in my raft you splash and spin go little river go indecision doesn’t know from you you fly and flow forward like a child has to do and now you twist around to see where you’ve been i stow away as you skip and gallop home never knowing if you’ll hold me or throw me to the deep where the sweet fish sleep go little river go rushing in to hold the ones you love the green and gold ladder you scale up into the sun and dive off as though the road is yours
3.
Caption 03:47
ship of fools in a bathtub ragged rowboats cresting catastrophic waves beacons ringing out sad tunes melancholy notes rising like balloons i can see you, almost see you through the photographs in the photo album in between the plastic sheeting underneath the caption in your faded writing just a porcelain tea cup no more tea leaves but the cracks hold stories of their own of both prairie and mean streets with a lover and once all the lovers have gone oh the hands of the clock held us safe in our lives time is short and the hoarding of words is a crime oh the world is a wild place to grow wise ship of fools in the ocean spinning toward the center blind before bad weather lost to all but the lone moon holding motionless in spite of knowing better
4.
Wanderlust 03:47
my lover farther than the eye can see her curving coastline bordering the sea i told you i could make love in a tree prefer it in fact, the higher the better my savior promises to sail far away and drag me glistening blissful in his wake to toil for the moaning open road there’s no other way no place can hold me hold me i harbor the wanderlust in this lumbering heart this small flame flickers erratically like the spray crashing thin and angry from the waves holding the sand the shore the craving life slightly at bay, as though to savor it better while dancing ecstatically with flowers in my hair i’ll follow the faintest breezes anywhere shelter the bitter howling wind in the crook of my arm and let it tear me apart the dunes grew high like arms both heavy and wide silent, holding now i’m moored here the tide has come and gone again but this time the ocean knows it’s not my home it leaves me with wishes fine and dear i don’t see it go but taste the saltiest tears
5.
dancers shiver in cold decked out in leotards prancing ponies like my quivering heart trotted out and spun around hear the groaning motors oh oh my word if i’d only known of all the hearts mine to yours would go tantamount to the sound of all the ocean waves is one heard belated tuned to forks in the road holds me still to this spot with no plans to vacate as i think about you and who mine ties to are tethered tight i’m so glad for the moon i swoon in it’s gravity pull i’m full of gratitude and i think about time but it’s a one-sided thing like a sword to the sun leaves come tumbling down weightless compared to me, this heavy tree i’ll try to keep them in line temper the grind of fall oh it’s quick and needy
6.
Now 02:02
every risky shady glitter milky lady uh ub oh living on the late hoping for a quakey uh uh oh i could be your now incinerator smoky what a mangy doggy uh uh oh banana alligator i wanna i wanna uh uh oh sumo habit funny and it weighs a ton uh uh oh sugar sunny hive and i like it i like you uh uh oh
7.
help is coming down the river though it’ll be a long night i can feel it like frost on a window while fire is burning inside bodies shivering in cold pools of memory fed by springs of moonlight and the stars say ha ha ha ha ha moon has risen then set for no reason as though there was nothing to see and now there isn’t so thoughts travel inward to land upon what might not be like calamity narrowly averted by faith and ingenuity and so it goes more or less help is coming like birds in formation with instinct a guide in the dark and if it doesn’t it won’t and like a lover the land will embrace and depart and to the heavens we’ll go like the others went without ever leaving a mark
8.
I Saw 03:21
i wasn’t more even nine couldn’t help myself when I found that rusty knife had to pry open that shell heard her voice in my head keep your hands to yourself though i was very young i said to hell, to hell with that i crawled along the dirt floor i opened up the blossom of my young nerve though i was only ten i couldn’t have been prepared for what i saw i saw i saw i saw it was salty and old with little hangers on somewhat rough to the touch it’s outer bone was cold then i heard it sing at least i thought it was a song but when i looked into its mouth i knew that i was wrong i never spoke if it before in theses past three years i put my secrets in my bottom drawer and i left them there and i said my prayers almost every night i was naïve enough to think that my secrets were mine
9.
We Are a Zoo 04:13
the lord of love is looking for you scanning the crowd like a hungry goat horns of steel and hooves of stone hand over hand up the thorny rope Helen lied about the world about right and true and civilized and fighting fools someday soon hope will arrive pawing the air like a tiger cub coat of sand and claws like tines combing the sky ‘til the surface shines we are a zoo of old and new the teeth of fear the eyes of doubt the skin of lust a roar of pain trapped in your mouth chained in it’s cage buried deep in a hole in the dirt navel to knees is a small earthworm wedged beneath all the weight of the world frightened and shy but undeterred we are a zoo of old and new the line get lighter under the light of days past through
10.
a black sheet with light shining through is not a starry night but all the dreams we have and forget are vessels of varying height give ‘em all a high size limit leave it to chance let ‘em load the trucks with unknown cargo don’t travel light besides the drive home gets old fast without the trailers to jolt you awake and so a second becomes a minute and this is how the hours pass etched into the formica is the imprint of a heavy bowl but there’s nothing here in this kitchen but wishes like ditches dug low
11.
Reveal 04:18
all of the lines on the page are connecting converging in silence saving a space nothing of history inks up a paper like motives and mischief sorrow and strife you write a word and you can’t find another behind even over or under the first but something is bathing in white hidden by parallel bars the characters fight it out they live and die in the dark move beneath the shadows on the paper of the pen and you don’t believe what you write can’t conceive of it a separate life for every idea whether or not you notice it bravery sneaks into fortresses following footsteps whose imprints are barely a thought gathering breadcrumbs listening for distant drums hoping to find the one under the pulp cause something is living in the crease waiting to make the reveal when you make it real
12.
Tumbling 04:32
you waited for waves to carry you through the undertow pulled me into you and now we are tumbling under the sea then floating like stars as light as we’ve ever been and carried afar we waded in to the tops of our knees the current was strong the rocks slippery and now we are tumbling under the sea then settled like stones sunken and happy to be so far below

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5th record from folkypop singer-songwriter, produced by Kent Sparling. Featuring Ben Freelove on bass, Myles Boisen on guitar, and Kent Sparling on percussion and "tiny instruments".

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released September 25, 2012

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Vanessa Lowe Berkeley, California

grown in nyc.
educated in boston.
doctorate in denver.
escaped to northern california.
apprentice glassblower.
radio show host.
documentary producer.
mad knitter.
animal rescuer.
fingerpicker.
songwriter.
singer.

vanessa released her 5th CD, "stars of bean hollow" in august 2012. live dates continue through 2013.

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