Saint Milkweed's minimal debut album. Complete with 12 original gut wrenching ballads.


Wrong end of the gun

Saint Milkweed - When You're Gone

Saint Milkweed - I've Got You

Saint Milkweed - Rest of my Days

Saint Milkweed - Heartland

Saint Milkweed - C'est La Vie

Saint Milkweed - Now I Set you Free

Saint Milkweed - Rosalyn

Lyrics

You hurt me dear I dropped a tear that hit the street
your advances never were discreet
late at night we meet in realms where angels meet
I can feel your body heat
I admit defeat 

It’s not your fault they waged a war on innocence 
And then your heart you locked away for self defense
Here I am to turn the tides of war
to take a breath and pour
my heart into a song for you 

the moonlight on your iris captivated me
I resort to poetry 
There were constellations that I couldn’t see
Until I had your weight on me
Then I know I’m  free

It’s not your fault they waged a war on innocence 
And then your heart you locked away for self defense
Here I am to turn the tides of war
to take a breath and pour
my heart into a song for you 

every hair across your forehead is divine
So is every hair on mine, let that be a sign
I admit I’ve been a brave and reckless fool
driving down the California coastline with no fuel.

Your milk white and your violence girl they come and go
I know things that you don't know
The rhapsody in moonlight has me moving slow
meet me in the afterglow...
Whisper words of love. 

It’s not your fault they waged a war on innocence 
And then your heart you locked away for self defense
the only way to turn the tides of war
 is to take a breath and pour 
my heart into ONE MORE 
song for you 






Saint Milkweed - They Waged a War on Innocence

Saint Milkweed - Kneel to the Flood of your Beauty

Reclusive songwriter. Indie folk. Americana. Simplicity. Lush songwriting. Patron saint of delicate things. Addicted to the twang of a steel string. Harmonicas often creep in. 

Songs with heart and claws, tenderly rendered, just for you. 

A MILKWEED
 
Anonymous as cherubs
Over the crib of God,
White seeds are floating
Out of my burst pod.
What power had I
Before I learned to yield?
Shatter me, great wind:
I shall possess the field.

- Richard Wilbur

Saint Milkweed

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