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Wind Chimes

from Red Tigers by Short Hand

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Somewhere there’s a place with no name
No shame no regrets no headaches
No someone to blame
A place to layup in a plowed field
All green and gold, all reap and yield
A song you sing without any notes
A throat buttoned up like a coat opens up
But in the wind a dream floats on a boat still
Still a silly note is pinned neath the window sill
Listen, man: you are the afternoon
Listen, man: I am the afternoon, too
And there are wind chimes, baby,
There are wind chimes, baby
There are wind chimes, baby
There are wind chimes, baby
And what’s it matter, what’s death?
To a baby’s mouth holding a baby’s breath?

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from Red Tigers, released October 27, 2023

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Short Hand Muncie, Indiana

Short Hand figures that it's easier to learn to play an instrument than it is to find someone who can play it. He also figures that it's easier for him to do the writing, recording, mixing, artwork, and anything else that might need to be done. In the end, a set of sounds collect themselves into different shapes one might call "albums." Some sound like this and some sound like that. ... more

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