Orange Blossom Blinds

by Professor Burns and the Lilac Field

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Debut EP from Professor Burns and the Lilac Field

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released 01 November 2010
Sean Burns – vocal / guitar
Lathan Spaulding – keys
Adam Kirk – drums, vocals, slide guitar
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Adam Kirk

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tags: americana alt folk blues folk rock indie folk roots Berkeley

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"Definitely headed to great places" says the San Francisco Chronicle of this Berkeley based, indie folk roots band. Prof. ... more Burns is a rare bird of songwriter with a rich history as a poet, historian, and college professor. Backed by the stunning harmonies and instrumentation of Courtney Browne, the band conjures a lyrical and musical vibe the likes of Iron & Wine, Sufjan Stevens, and Mason Jennings less

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Track Name: Little John
Little John cried out in the morning
Snow wet from the spring time sun
Mothers gone, her train came early
Never held her new born son.
Never held her new born son.

Some child is born of silver
Some child is born of mud
No hand from death deliver
No tale not told in blood.
Not tale not told in blood.
Track Name: Orange Blossom Blinds
Don’t you try boy, you’ll get twisted
Don’t you ask when you already know
Cause the light comes slowly in New Orleans through orange blossom blinds
And the way they grow them trees in the Bayou can tangle up the mind
So Don’t you hide boy, your eyes betray you
And don’t you shy, when you know your part
Cause when strangers hold your hand down on Frenchman in the love of nights return
You can bet there’s a line of heron flying west with a sprig of juniper
And when green circled leaves on white sheets are the table for your feast,
You can taste gifted wine from the bottle to my lips past your knees
Oh were drunk, in a lilac field
Can’t make out whats dream and whats real
And in that crack, yeah that shift,
Oh the twilight, the slip
That’s exactly where I want to be
Me holding you and you holding me
Track Name: Donata Polo
Staring out my window passed the waves
Haven’t seen a ship pass for days
Tears stain the wood on my veranda
Tracing time since Marco sailed for China

I’m alone in this tower
I call his desperate name on the hour
I sing Marco, Polo,
Your circumnavigation leaves me solo
I sing Marco, Polo,
You circumnavigation leaves me so low, leaves me solo

Staring out my window passed the waves
Haven’t seen a ship cross for days
Soothsayers and matrons at my door
My appetite for pretense no more

I’m alone in this tower
I call his desperate name on the hour
I sing Marco, Polo,
Your circumnavigation leaves me solo
I sing Marco, Polo,
You circumnavigation leaves me so low, leaves me solo
Track Name: Birds
I talk to birds, they claim I’m the lucky one
They say you fixate on flying but we just yearn and envy for the way you run

Well if birds they dream to run, I’m bird in a tree dreaming under the sun
Cause when I think of you, all the crazy beautiful things you do, I get scared, I get scared and so I run

I walk at night, it’s the only time I can hear myself
Digging out ideas from an orchestra of visions that are someone’s else

All our thoughts aren’t our own, we’re just living in an edit room of tele-prompts and phones
And the space behind our eyes is trophy case for Madison Ave designs
So if you don’t check your head, You better run, run. You better run, run, run

I’ll dream your mind, you can just float off and go blank for some time
I’ll blur the line, between the sapphire goblet and the cellar wine

Chorus:
Stories old, they dry like dirt, you better irrigate if you want earth.
When the past has got your hands, you’re a push-over mannequin in a window’s quick sand
So if you dream before you sleep, you better run run, you better run run run