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The Whisper Bellows

by Fisher Givens

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On the Move 04:06
I can hear a voice on the wind It says: "It won't always be this way." Where you see the desert sand, There's gonna be a tree some day. Let your heart be moved with a new tune, Things don't have to stay the same. Let your body go with a new move, You don't have to know the way, To rejoice, rejoice, rejoice Love is on the move. I can see a smile in the sky, The sky is gonna fall on us. I can see a day and some say That it's here in the room with us. There is an iceberg that cannot be broken; Everybody jump this ship. There is a force that has been set in motion, And there's no equal and opposite. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice Love is on the move. And when Love lifts his voice, every other voice is silent. When Love takes his stand, even sea and sky will flee. And when Love lifts his paintbrush, everything around us Is made new - Love is on the move.
Dive 04:22
Come dive with me beneath the waves O love, this day is hallowed It might have been in former days Sufficient fun to splash around the shallows It might have been when we were kids Too dangerous for us to dive Too dangerous for us to swim the undertide But it's a new day It's a new day - do not be afraid Come plunge with me where light is scarce O love, for we have light enough Dive, lest we become a farce And lose the force that drives us - don't be afraid To plunge with me beneath the world Where we know every boring stroke We'll know nothing down below We'll make it up as we go We'll learn that we were made for the deep We think we're swimming but we're just asleep You're bored and you know it, love, and talk is cheap So come dive with me, come dive with me It's a new day - do not be afraid
Summer End 02:52
We find slow cadence here By a shore of landlocked sea The lines of curving wave Slowly move from sky to tree Breezes as the glaciers melt Hold their run in pace Small dragons eddy on the air Where wind and sun-heat lace And out along the water And in along the land We hear the voices calling And see the waving hand But we sit silent in return And shallow our arms near Tomorrow is for leaving But we find slow cadence here
Lover, I was driving down the interstate today Saw a little old red maple up by highway 28 But the sycamores were taller and bigger at the waist And a billboard selling something cast a shadow on her face And I drove on When winter laid her frozen hand on Middletown last year All the countryside was burdened by the weight of heaven's tears That old maple was bent over like some ancient Pharoah's slave Though the ice is long forgotten, there's just something about the weight she can't forget Lover, there's a couple things of which I am afraid Of being washed out in your shadow or bent beneath your weight But the thing I'm most afraid of is everbody's gaze That they'd give me their attention for a couple years or days and then drive on and forget
Guinevere 03:25
O Guinevere, fairest of all flesh, Everyone here counted us most blessed. I pulled the sword from the stone for you, I built a home with you. You were my bride. I built a kingdom and lost it for you. You were the apple of my eye. Was there a day when you woke up beside me And your heart sank and you couldn't stop thinking: "Who's this imposter? That man's not my husband. He was much gentler and he was more handsome, and he used to sweep me away on his horse..." You were the apple of my eye. Wife of my youth, what have we come to? Some fight for truth; some fight and get run through. So I'll take the castle and you take the children, Go on with Lancelot. We'll call it even. But you were the apple of my eye.
The Arrow 04:39
Here it comes again, like I'm spitting in the wind Some things you can change; some you can't I am not like you - oh, the things I want to do Are the very things that are slipping through my hands And I've been wrong, I've been right I've been where we are tonight And I thought that you were teaching me something I've been right, I've been wrong I've been writing you a new song But it sounds just like the one I've been running away from Run your hand across my skin, feel the lump between my ribs I'm still carrying an arrow from the war Pull it out or push it in or break it off and keep marching But sometimes everything just grows around it And I've been wrong, I've been right I've been where we are tonight And I thought that you were taking me somewhere I've been right, I've been wrong I've been writing you a new song But it sounds just like the one I've been running away from What would I look like without this thing inside me? What would it be like to walk and stand up rightly? What would it feel like? I know that I could climb up on that table, But I don't think I'm able... 'Cause I've been wrong, I've been right I've been where we are tonight And I don't know where that knife is gonna' take me I've been right, I've been wrong I've been writing you a new song
There are three who seek my heart The owl, the moon, and the lightening cloud There are voices They are seldom loud There are three who call my name out in the dark They call me from afar They call me in the ocean tides The faceless singer in the night They call me from the deepest parts And he shook the earth He left a burn It burns from the inside out There are three who seek my heart The father and his holy ghost But the one I like to run from most Still calls my name


released March 15, 2012

‘Summer End’ lyrics by Nathan Swartzendruber, music by Angela Guinn
All other songs by Mark Guinn
Recorded, produced, and mixed by Mark Guinn
Mastered by Nick Moon at Tone Proper Mastering
Art and design by Andrew Rodocker

- Mark Guinn: Vocals, Guitars, Banjo, Organ, Percussion, Bodhrán
- Angela Guinn: Vocals, Piano
- Jason Barrows: Vocals, Electric, Banjo, Lap Steel, Timpani, Shakers, Foot stompin’, Whoops & Hollers
- Jay Kirkpatrick: Bass, Dobro, Vocals
- Chris Demarse: Drums
- Rebecca Loomis: Violin
- Natalee Cooney, Jonny Crory, Thomas Davis, Ciara Davis, Laura Guinen, Ross Harte, Kathryn Harte, Fiona Linehan, Daniel Kendall, Steve McCartney, Sheena McCartney, Laurence McDowell, Rosanne McDowell, Dan Stonecipher, Ian McCormick, Mark Rankin, Ryan Ross, Carol Ross: Vocals, Whoops & Hollers for ‘On the Move’

Andrew Rodocker for lending us your considerable talent and making us look cooler than we are ~ Nathan Swartzendruber for your eyes that see what others don’t and for your words ~ Thomas Davis for letting us keep your mic so long and not reporting it stolen ~ First Evangelical Presbyterian Church of Kokomo, Newcastle Methodist Church, Exit 59 Church in Gas City and An Cuan Centre in Rostrevor for use of your wide open spaces ~ Mark Imboden for the use of your fine kitchen floorboards ~ Dan Stonecipher, Michael Berens, Chris Demarse and Danny Carroll for your cheerleading and brotherhood ~ Josh Garrels for your generosity, input, and friendship and for inspiring us towards saying something beautiful ~ Jason Barrows for your music and your life. Honestly, this would not have happened without you. ~ Our parents for planting in us your love of art, music, words, and things that matter, and for the endless use of your equipment ~ Our friends in Northern Ireland for smiling and looking interested as we blathered on about this project ~ To the Lightning Cloud for being so beautiful and for calling our names again and again.


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Seattle songwriter channeling Ireland and Arkansas; trying to make something beautiful.

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