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Caverns

by Porch Lights

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Dr. Beaf Best described as akin to Angus and Julia Stone, subtract a little of Julia, add detuned piano, and make it slightly more folky and airy. Song writing quality is as good as it gets. The result is a breath of fresh air done by simplicity and not trying to be tricky. Highly recommend.
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IAM & Fresh Maple Leaves Maybe you could feel the love to music they put into this album... Favorite track: Cabin in the Woods.
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1.
you grew frail and weak in your young age held to your ballpoint pen, came home and turned the page staring out the window of your cabin in the woods sparkles on the treetops the frost took in the night but I was much too young I was much too young winter came, a storm of white, lay heavy on the ground the fire grew, the notes I knew, played heavy on the sound I would listen all night to stories that you tell I’ll keep your voice, I’ll take to heart, your secrets I won’t sell but I was much too young I was much too young the life we shared would choose again the world we saw return again chest of treasures born to rest the gold and silver acquiesse but I was much too young I was much too young
2.
ooohs your skin was white, white as your sheets white as your innocence, white as my bones dear in the headlights, wide-eyed dear you stood your ground, drew fine lines ooohs I don’t sleep, and I don’t dream red blood rushing through your open veins blank stares, at blank page scribbled in the margins some love words your face was lit up by the county carnival with records playing softly from your house down the road ooohs your words are thistles, your mouth a rose your thoughts a garden of cold prose I burn another tank, drive on my mind’s a meadow, far off your face was lit up by the county carnival with records playing softly from your house down the road ooohs
3.
Seaside Eyes 04:02
the salt and the sand stuck to our eyes we swam in the waves, got pulled out to sea and our anxious eyes searching for shore I loved you for that, so human you were we built a home of mortar and stone the storms came and left, we payed with our pride and I knew from your shaking hands, we wouldn’t stay long so I snuck out the backdoor in the pale moonlight your seaside eyes eager and restless, riding the tides our seaside home with the windows broken the door on its hinges, blown in the wind I wandered the shoreline to find what I own and found that I’m nothing but raw skin and bone so I built what I could, sailed out to see and saw that there’s nothing at all, but vast blue and me your seaside eyes eager and restless, riding the tides our seaside home with the windows broken the door on its hinges, blown in the wind oohs
4.
far in the woods there’s a lake that I know, it’s blue and deeper than eyes I dive right in, swim to the deep, surround myself in cold and the scent of the pines is sweeter than skin so I burrow and I nestle on in my canyon walls are marked by your passing, digging your way into me where will you go when the harbor lights up? masts and sails on parade you’re anchored in well but the stories they’ll tell of how you lost how you lost how you lost the summer nights drift across your back porch, vast empty and wide the river is deep, as deep as your heart, keeping the dry land alive and the snow settles in light the whites of our eyes, we skip sleep until they run red our cotton hands, the silk of your hair, clean house until it is bare where will you go when the harbor lights up? masts and sails on parade you’re anchored in well but the stories they’ll tell of how you lost how you lost how you lost
5.
Brick House 04:21
brick house, porch lights, lake shore, treeline my home, bike rides, red eyes, campus and my hair grew long and I grew wild and I learned to stand up as a man I thought to leave a place I love with movement nipping at my heels hand drawn, cracked mirror, burnt hands, waiting pavement, heartache, our time, wasted twilight, mona, christmas, dishes hard work, bluegrass, morning, dried paint
6.
you’re too wanted for me to want you too desired for my desire you’re too fickle for me to keep you you’re too fragile for my hands you’re like vapor for me to hold to you’re too pursued for my pursuit so good luck with your boys and your streetlight eyes good luck filling the void of your night after night I know that you mean well with your heart scattered well watching it get passed around and around but me I won’t touch it, I’ll just let it pass by never sought justice from a thief or a liar you’re another cotton dress on a church pew, babe another pair of steady eyes that I don’t care to see just another thin frame with some fitted clothes just another painted face on some busy street holding all your lovers hands, and I will keep mine in my pockets so good luck with your boys and your streetlight eyes good luck filling the void of your night after night I hope love finds you if there’s something left to find and offers you the patience that to me’s not worth a dime cause you’re too wanted for me to want you too desired for my desire
7.
I woke with your name on my tongue your perfume still strong on my clothes your last words still echoing your face burnt into my eyes if you lose faith in me don’t forget the good in the world I’m sorry, I gave what I gave I’m sorry, that that’s all I can think to say for all that we try, the river runs dry and the courage we fake to not die alone I ran the aches in my side cause nothing sells cheaper than lies they say there are two paths to choose keep what you like as your friends or risk what you love to some bitter end but for me, I’d rather not choose for all that we try, the river runs dry and the courage we fake to not die alone I ran the aches in my side cause nothing sells cheaper than lies for all that we try, the river runs dry and the courage we fake to not die alone I ran the aches in my side cause nothing sells cheaper than lies I ran the aches in my side cause nothing sells cheaper than lies
8.
the restless thoughts you left behind, sitting on my doorstep like a dime and the restless dreams you left behind, resting on my shoulder like a bird cause inside, inside I’ve got two wolves, I guess I fed them both ‘cause they’re rattling their cages and they’re begging for release, but I can’t set them free, I’ve lost the key I won’t take take my lover’s pills I won’t take take my lover’s pills I won’t take take my lover’s pills cause I came, I came back from the moon, on lofty silver wings, I came back to my home and the man, the native that I was, the foreigner I am, the way to stay alive I won’t take my lover’s pills I won’t take my lover’s pills I won’t take my lover’s pills I won’t take my lover’s pills I won’t take my lover’s pills I won’t take my lover’s pills I won’t take my lover’s pills I won’t take my lover’s pills I won’t take my lover’s pills you paint it black, I’ll paint it white you be the judge, we’ll both be blind
9.
been waiting for love, but she doesn’t show I called out her name to the valley below I know what they say, “you reap what you sow” but the more that I learn, the less that I know somewhere she stands where the lake overflow my time is sand, and slowly it goes and all that I dreamt of romantic prose were words from our mouths of pathetic “no”’s love fill this cave love fill this cave love fill this cave love fill this cave she’s high up above, and I’m on the ground got lost in the deep of the great puget sound I know that I’m lost, but hope to found two parts made a whole when she comes around inside of me, a vast empty cave that begs to be lit by the light that she gave if love is dead, I’ll run to her grave and give her what’s left of the promise I made love fill this cave love fill this cave love fill this cave love fill this cave love fill this cave love fill this cave love fill this cave love fill this cave
10.
Amsterdam 03:21
deep in our pockets, deep in our veins running like rivers and rolling like plains stuck in my mind, and stuck in your heart placid and still in some other way what if I went to Amsterdam? settling down my eager eyes the hair falls thick and smooth on my back rusting through steel when patience I lack growing and clean, the wool in my mouth green in the streams, and holier still what if I went to Amsterdam? settling down my eager eyes watching the rain on my windowpane, taking my time in country lanes creasing my brow at you, searching for cheaper thrills in june fitted in doors and frames, your streetlight eyes remain the same gold in their pockets, gold in the hills bicycles gleam and motor oil stings shining the pavement a miner’s town waits your seaside eyes, a photo I take what if I went to Amsterdam? settling down my eager eyes watching the rain on my windowpane, taking my time in country lanes creasing my brow at you, searching for cheaper thrills in june fitted in doors and frames, your streetlight eyes remain the same so leave your little hands till I’m gone the harbor lights for ships and you stays on
11.
Born 03:04
I was born to be a stream, a mighty mountain in a scene I was born to be a child, I was born to grow up wild to roam the holy hills, to take love for the thrill I was born to be the flower on your table in the morning light I was born to be a tree, with roots as deep as me with colors on your lips, and your perfume in my lungs I bet life on things I feel, and yours on things you see and I’m still not sure who lost, but I wonder if its me I don’t know where all the soil and people go a line forgot, and apathy throws its cares on me
12.
13.
War 03:32
Your white linen sheets folded crisp and clean the morning light through your windowpane the ocean fog in the golden gate there’s blood in the streets there’s blood on the sheets there’s fire in the sky and we’re safe here in your room your french writing desk your fingers nimble still the envelopes addressed to me you tell me ‘bout the war there’s blood in the streets there’s blood on the sheets there’s fire in the sky and we’re safe here in your room they march, wearing pride cowards, carnivores the fields burn outside and we’re safe here in your room and the fields burn outside and we’re safe here in your room

credits

released September 6, 2014

all songs written by Corey Crellin
recorded at Studio Studio Dada, Provo, UT
produced and mixed by Corey Crellin and Stephen Cope
mastered at Bare Bear Recording
album photography by Braden Young
Corey Crellin | vocals, guitar, banjo, piano, lap steel, percussion
Emily Brown | vocals, piano
Jay Tibbits | percussion
Stephen Cope | bass, backup vocals, piano, banjo, trumpet
Emily Golightly | backup vocals (Cabin in the Woods)
Ben Swisher | backup vocals

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