.​.​.​and Every Blossom

by Echolyn

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about

echolyn
…and Every Blossom
Released June 18th 1993

This third collection of songs consisted of a four-song, 16-minute acoustic outpouring in the spring of 1993. The original pressing has long since been extinct, but in the early 2000s we were able to properly remix and master this little quartet of ideas for a box set culling hard-to-get songs and bonus tracks from our early catalogue. They have resided exclusively on said box set for the past sixteen years. We think it’s time to let the four songs live a life of their own again as a stand-alone endeavor - 25 years to the day.

All songs by echolyn
Guitars, lead and backing vocals, and lyrics: Brett William Kull
Piano, b-vocals, autoharp, marimba, and orchestration: Christopher Buzby
Lead, backing vocals, and lyrics: Ray Weston
Bass: Tom Hyatt
Percussion: Paul Ramsey

Guests:
Nancy Sheehan – cello
Jeffrey Myers – violin
Dainis Roman – Flute, clarinet, saxes
Dorothy Cooper – Trumpet
Alex Kahn – trombone

Greg Kull: Art Design and Management
Cover drawing: (6 yrs old) Matt Miley
Sarah Jane Sharkey (6 yrs old): song introductions

credits

released June 18, 1993

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Track Name: Bright Sides
Just give me a smile
And I'll cherish it dearly
I'll save it in memory for a rainy day
Just give me some laughter
There's nothing quite like it
Pain, grief, and sadness will all melt away

If you happen to know The Hundred Acre Wood
Or the way to Toad Hall
Then please fill me in

Because tea is at twelve
And there's a chair by the fire
If the conversation's good I'll be staying awhile

Today's the perfect day for the bright sides of life
They'll pick you up and tune you in
And make you feel alright
It's like waltzing in Vienna or flying in a dream
A string ensemble breathing
The rolling tide of spring

If you find yourself aching
For a cold cup of Entwash
A walk in the moonlight or some Longbottom Leaf
May the leeward side find you
The sun never blind you
The good book remind you
Of the love that we share
Track Name: Ballet for a Marsh
She moves with easy grace
She moves in silent circles
Breathe in the air that stirs, she walks by……..draw in

She’s become a part of me
By accident I’ve fallen
It's not her fault…….It’s me

She, to be a queen
To put a name to her face
Would mean the world

Breathe in, hold it long
Until there’s nothing to exhale

She is never out of sight
Just far enough so she won’t feel my eyes
What sin to waste what could have been
Track Name: Lunch in the Sun
I put on my morning harmony
It always feels so good in a major key
The sun was singing a steamy moonlight serenade
While the moon was creeping off
Looking for a little shade

The tea was begging to be steeped
And the shower was hissing for some attention
But the only thing that was on my mind
Was lunch in the sun

I stepped outside to saddle up Ben
He was three and a half and stood sixteen hands
We made our way to a warren I knew
Where old Fiver told stories in the early afternoon

The primroses had all begun to bloom
And the sweet scent of clover was in the air
For El-ahrairah this was a perfect day
For lunch in the sun

Oh, I daydreamed away
Glenn Miller flew right above me
Conducting the clouds to some long lost tune
From Heaven the horns washed through me

And then I knew it was time to go
But I said to myself as I trotted on home
It couldn't have been a better day
For lunch in the sun
Track Name: Blue and Sand
Sunrise orange fills the sky
We wake to reach to push the ground aside
Healing sun came early
The March winds kept their promises of spring

Rejoice the birth of seasons
Miracle to bloom
A tapestry to blanket Mother

Open up and welcome
Drench us in light, bathed in morning dew
Child's footsteps closer
Nose gently pressed to sample summer's yield

Rejoice the gift of sharing
Colors with the world
A visually fragrant painted landscape

Anxious bee come rest on me
Easy breeze will take you home again
Fill the air with a pungent nectar
Sweet to breathe like a drug for your senses

Mother feed us rain cloud
And chase your gray to blue
Filtered light come dancing
And we begin to sing

Allow us time to grow
Mature and give our beauty
To sculpt the Earth in shades of natural tone
Time for life

Sandman fills our heads with song of cricket
Then leave us to dream in our quiet night

The romantic lure of Mother's perfect stage
No painter's brush could match her genius

Sleep to dream, dream to reach
To grow as high as elephant's eye

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