1st track on littleuniverses LP
Music Video for Radio Edit: https://youtu.be/d6-bq6lcCgM

LYRICS:
Under the largest sky
framed by the tallest pines
our bodies lay on the earth

I feel the warmth 
of the orange flames burn 
put your hand in mine
close your eyes

I’m rising 
Like the sparks of these flames
you lit the bonfire in me
I’m seeing things 
You’re magic

So much mist 
then made a drop
the tiniest drop
until a warm rain poured

I want to be 
the hand that writes 
lay your head on me
close your eyes

Then we waved to all 
that we’ve become
and acknowledged
all that we are not

I envisioned
feathered wings
you beside me
I’m seeing things 
You’re magic.

Then blew the  
wind to dry us down
to spin us ‘round 
our hands lengthened to arms
and the maps in your eyes 
showed how our souls took flight
to soar
‘cause you’ve opened the sky       
You’re magic.

littleuniverses

Magic

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track 2 off of littleuniverses album

LYRICS:
In my chest
a heart behind breasts
my skin drapes curves
I’ve been given
 
My eyes seek
and much desire
to call and to capture earth’s gifts and fires
 
hey
I’m a woman
hey
I’m a woman
 
My love is warm
can embrace as the sea
it can float and sink the ones it receives
 
My body talks a language 
to those listening 
for its wailing moves
 
hey
I’m a woman
hey
I’m a woman
 
I flow these forces straight into to you.

Woman

Sontrack of a Road movie during summer 2022

The Journey

From Album : Magnolia  - Release March 2015
Cari Burdett Vocals, Quinn Bachand, guitar, Miles Black,piano, Richard Moody, violin, Joby Baker, percussion and bass, Adrian Dolan, accordion. Recorded Baker Studios 2014, Mixed and Mastered by Joby Baker. Produced by Cari Burdett and Joby Baker. Additional recording by Adrian Dolan at Marlborough Studios.  Visit www.CariBurdett.com for more info

Loveliness

Where Once The Waters

Kristallen Den Fina (Swedish Traditional)

Trick of the Light I 2018 I Roaring Girl Records

I want to be a good man, mama, when I travel
Can I stand the lure of the beautiful
If the tide of your heart does turn in the middle of the night
You're under a gibbous moon in the shallows

Tides

Trick of the Light I 2018 I Roaring Girl Records

May the road rise up to meet you
May your still house be still 
Though those summer storms been shaking the floorboards 
Where your secrets are held.

Fine Line

Trick of the Light I 2018 I  Roaring Girl Records

It was a desert sort of day 
Heard the windsong through the sound
Heard a stillness so wide and low
Sweep deep through the straight
Blew us all off course

Windsong

all of your relations are milking stones,
you find squeezing is so pleasing,
that wringing's your only way,

but you'll never get a drop from your milking stones,
just your callous and your malice,
and your deified decay,

milking stones for Monday,
there's an advantage to press,
so your weening down the one way,
in ceremonial undress,

you and your milking stones for Monday,
you'd be drinking every drop,
but you're just another stone,
that wasn't even piled on top,

(WOOOOO!!!....cramp,)

why you gotta treat me like a milking stone?
that endeavor's long been severed,
I'm not even your main squeeze,

now your raising up your flesh to be milking stones,
to pinion your dominion,
in a circle of harpies,

milking stone,
why you gotta treat me like a,
(squeeze...squeeze)
milking stone,
why you gotta treat me like a,

milking stones for Monday,
every heart throb is a hook,
that you've been barbing hoping someday,
you'll be given what you took,

and everyone owes you a bleeding,
so you're leech farming the sores,
and you set your claws a-kneading,
in the pittance of my pores,

(WOOOOO!!!...cramp...)

Milking Stones For Monday

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

Milking Stones For Monday

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