2005 home recordings

by Sonya Hunter

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sunflower yellow dahlia scarlet orange marigold an autumn feast in the eyes of two whose love remains untold yes we were there when ripe apples fell upon a grassy bed in September with the scent of lilacs dancing round our heads we go down to the garden when the light is just starting to fall we go down when the orioles sing and the sparrows call rambling rose winding through the arches high above the pond watch her go! racing waterlilies through the fern and frond yes we were there with the bees the bees buzzin' all around oh lavender! don't tell a single soul what we have found we go down to the garden when the light is just starting to fall we go down when the orioles sing and the sparrows call Proud mullein watching from your silver green downy leaves would you refrain from rendezvous as dangerous as these? yes we went there passed through the gate beneath the pewter sky sweet vetiver will never need to know the reason why we go down to the garden when the light is just starting to fall we go down when the orioles sing and the sparrows call we go down to the garden when the light is the fairest of all
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Gravenstein 04:01
gravenstein same old scene at the drama you cut someone down run out of town back to mama but there's a girl who knows the route you go we'll head you off now where mill station ends and the dirt road begins see you there pal you take the high road it's waiting there for you gravenstein you've come to be like your namesake perfect and sweet for a late summer week then fall to heartache but your destiny's not set like that tree change the course now finish the song right the wrong you can learn how you take the high road it's waiting there for you there's a girl down in Graton wronged and forsaken by my brother no I couldn't watch as he auctioned it off to another but there's a gravity to this mess he flew and he'll come back now Gravenstein you're not a bad seed I'll show you how you take the high road make sure your words are true there'll be a few friends left at the end waiting there for you
3.
Big Red 05:26
It's been four years to the day Since you up and left this place They've pulled up your roses Made your jungle front yard flat and dry But there's a redwood tree planted down at the library and with an air of grace it's pushin' its way up through the sky That was the strangest, saddest, drawn out summer but now the shade under Big Red it's a July song a stuck-in-your-head hummer And I'm gonna sing it to the branches sing it to the sky I'd sing it to the sun but my voice aint that high Oh the shade of Big Red reminds me Of your laugh, your melancholy The greens and the browns The upwards the downs Your big protected heart You wrote about being a kid And I'm thankful you did But it's my turn now, and I'm not sure where to start That was the strangest, saddest, drawn out summer but now the shade under Big Red it's a July song a stuck-in-your-head hummer... and I'm gonna sing it to the branches sing it to the sky I'd sing it to the sun but my voice aint that high
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Mayflowers 02:57
I’m not gonna weep and fret the storm could come but it hasn’t yet They say April rains will bring May flowers my umbrella’s open and I’m countin the hours We fumble and trip for the golden ring, watch the tortoise and the hare do their thing gotta bug in Baja and a cut on my hand Just bought stocks in a Lemonade stand Did Miss Jane tell you what to do? is her witty pride something you could use all those London charms and country farms drift into your beer soaked snooze Wake up to find a damsel on desolation row Putting all her demons out to show But who could compete with Yeats or Austen Find her something else to get lost in I’m waiting for my lovers call out on the freeway horns and all head spinnin so fast it could beat an egg slip it into a wedding cake Yes it’s one nonsequitor after another or I'm holding so tight like a goodbye mother I got ways to bring this down but I won’t when my heart is still so open I’m not gonna weep and fret the storm could come but it surely hasn’t yet They say April rains will bring May flowers my umbrella’s open and I’m countin the hours

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released July 1, 1920

recorded in Oakland with Erik Pearson

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Sonya Hunter San Francisco, California

With six albums to her credit and a career spanning decades, Sonya Hunter is steeped in the art of songwriting. One journalist mused “Hunter makes music that is both elegant and hypnotic, weaving tales of urban frustration and mixing word play with wisdom.” Her unique sound, which collaborator Erik Pearson infuses with textural guitars and vocals, gives a nod to country, jazz, and 60’s folk rock. ... more

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