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Two Spirit draws inspiration from James Broughton’s poem Androgyne. Broughton, a poet of the San Francisco Renaissance, was a forerunner of the Beat poets and a celebrated bard of the Radical Faeries. Founded by Harry Hay, the Radical Faeries drew upon Indigenous wisdom to imagine new pathways toward queer liberation.

Two Spirit

"Wide-Eyed" was the first single from, and is the second track on, our second album, "A Folded Letter." The song was recorded in November, 2015 in a cabin at Lake Wallenpaupack, Pennsylvania.

Written and recorded by Brian Curry, Steve Shimchick, and Jeff Petescia. 
Kevin Lucero - Cello
Ralph Nicastro - Mixing
Alan Douches - Mastering

Lyrics:
People, lost in the haze, defeat their own lives, it seems
Aimless, wandering wide-eyed, I was bound to love again

I will do you no harm, I won't fly
I will do you no harm, I will try

Darling, hazel-eyed mountain song, my soul longs for you
Running, I wasn't gone for long, I've grown all for you

I will do you no harm, I won't fly
I will do you no harm, I will try 
I could die in your arms, I could die
I could die in your arms, I could die

What if I lose all sight and ambition?
What if my heart weakens my vision?
What if all I need is right in front of me? 

I could die in your arms, I could die
I could die in your arms, I could die
I could die in your arms, I could die
I could die in your arms, I could die

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Wide-Eyed

Watch the official video: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywblHCUm1YM

Lyrics:
I don't want to go to sleep, I don't want to be awake.
Don't want to go someplace that I cannot escape.
I don't want to be sideways, I don't want to be straight.
I don't want to go right now, I do not want to wait.

So give me tomorrow and I'll miss yesterday, 
But I won’t pretend like I know it all today.
Well I know what’s right, and I know what ain’t.
It’s hard to feel united in this here state.

Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe. 
Go on all the way.

I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to run away. 
I don’t want to turn my back or laugh in your face. 
I don’t want to preach for preaching’s sake, 
but it seems we’re sleeping in this bed we made.

So give me tomorrow and we can laugh at yesterday
but I won’t pretend there ain’t nothing wrong today.
And I don’t want to close my eyes on the progress that we’ve made
but for every inch there’s a mile of mistakes.

Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe. 
Go on all the way.

I don’t want to be a painter anymore, not this way. 
They like what I’m saying just “change the color of the paint.” 
Would you buy my work on the worth of the frame?
It used to be I’d make everything I made.

So give me tomorrow and we can get past yesterday.
Is this one of them things, some passing phase, 
where we all get up in arms but our arms are slow to raise. 
People die, and buildings go up in flames.

Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe. 
Go on all the way.

I don’t want to be a writer anymore, not this way.
I may as well have been an actor so you could tell me what to say.
Or maybe a marionette so you could move my arms and legs, 
I may as well drive out to Montauk on Memorial Day.

So give me tomorrow and we can get forget yesterday.
It’s this modern focus that’s so hard to maintain. 
A flash in the pan, short-term gain.
No I don’t want to be a writer anymore, not that way.

Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe. 
Go on all the way.


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Produced & Engineered by Paul Loren at Sterling Society Social Club in Brooklyn, NY
Mixed by Will Hensley // Mastered by Chris Gehringer
Written by Matt Sucich / Novelty Organ Publishing (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved 2016
www.mattsucich.com

Players:
Sarah Goldstone - Piano / Synth / Vibraphone / Vocals / Wurlitzer
Brian Kesley - Bass
Paul Loren - Vocals
Kiyoshi Matsuyama - Electric Guitars
Robby Sinclair - Drums / Percussion
Matt Sucich - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals



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Emilie & Ogden - Blame (Solo)

Produced by JD Tiner of Glass Onion Recording Studio & Birdtalker. Engineered by JD Tiner. Mixed By Dan Fernandez. Mastered by Joe Hutchinson. Strings by Ben Kaufman & Markus Midkiff.

My Lover

Back when you weren't successful
Back when you were interesting
Back when we were in the same boat making waves

Back in my head now, 
You've made yourself very hard to forget now, 
Do you remember 
That bridge in the Midlands they pulled apart just to see how it stood?

But now you're something big in the city
So cruel to say, 
But it's such a pity
So cruel to say,
But I hope that you lose your way

Back when we were inseparable 
Back when you were a reckless one
Back when we'd get lost to get lost
Do you remember that mess?

Now I return to Godmanchester
Back to the bridge and I see it still standing there
I'm still that lost kid wrapping his head around forever

But now you're something big in the city
So cruel to say, 
But it's such a pity
So cruel to say,
But I hope that you lose your way

And if you're lost I will be waiting
Waiting on Godmanchester Chinese Bridge

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Ramona - Colores // Ready Set Sessions

The single 'Tiny Fires' was released December 15, 2017
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~ Lyrics

An hour in real time passes like a second on a broken clock.
I stay in bed all day just to realise that this’ll be the third on the trot.
I set the foundation for a life that I don’t know how to build.
And I take a step backwards and I fall down the same old hills.
I hope that you return to me, it’s mighty lonely on my own in the city.
I hope I find some better company, where theyre willing to be caring for my pity.
And I do not want to wake up to the shame, but I’m far to tired for these games.
We will bury this with all our memories, right beside the last love that took it all away.

(Pre Chorus)
Oh, as sweet as you were,
you turned out to be fools gold in the dark dirt.
You ripped through the house, whirlwind tearing everything to the cold ground
Your words through the phone, forced the skin right off of my white bones.
And I lay, surrounded by these thoughts

(Chorus)
Our Tiny fires, I swear they’ll burn some day
I want them wild and in some place it never rains.
We belong, Deep inside the blaze,
just like we did back in our early days.

I move in straight lines and follow cats eyes beside the road.
I know directions but where they take me we’ll never know,
Please fire a flare so I know that you are out there,
Safe and sound, with a beacon over your head.
I hope that you are missing me, I feel it too when alone in the country
I miss the sirens and the song repeats, late nights that I wish I could remember
I’d do anything I can to make you stay, but your mind’s made you’ll leave anyway.
I sure hope your train's delayed, theres so much more I need to say.

Oh, as sweet as you were,
you turned out to be fools gold in the dark dirt.
You ripped through the house, whirlwind tearing everything to the cold ground
Your words through the phone, forced the skin right off of my white bones.
And I lay, surrounded by these thoughts

(Middle)

(Chorus)

Tiny Fires

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From the album 'A Blind Arcade', to be released February 23, 2018
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~ Lyrics:

We’ve grown too quickly
with open flaws and lack of grief
You have broken into me
you are the best kind of thief 
 
the less we know,
the more we seek

In these halls I take you in
the morning mint and your summer skin
I can read the books under your arms 
in your eyes, 
Sleepless we wait to arrive 
only to leave  

We’re the undeveloped film
in tourists clothes
we’re the keepsakes and souvenirs
resting beneath the folds

These forgotten reminders
are emblematic of everything
that we are and we will be
Or of “almosts” and “could have beens” 

We just caught the tail end of a last call
you made it better for a short time
standing in a long line

We’ve grown too quickly 
with open flaws and lack of grief
the less we know the more we seek
Our lines uncrossed are the quiet crimes 
of the richest thieves

A Blind Arcade

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