When I was young, my family used to have these amazing New Year's Eve parties at our house in the mountains. Everyone would come out, people we haven't seen for years. I remember these parties fondly.
Now, we don't live there anymore. We don't have parties like that. Sometimes I think what it would be like to walk around that house again, now barren and empty. I imagine getting a phone call, an old friend, as people begin pouring in that front door once again.
- The Curator
lyrics
On the hills of my home,
Friendly voice on the phone,
I stand on two feet,
In the dining room nook,
And I lost your name,
To the sound of the rain
Found voice calling,
Warm and far away
Blankets pulled to my head,
The bottom drags on the floor,
A younger me,
Took a crayon to this door
And I’m glad that you came,
The parts, supports, and corners,
All seep with your name,
Found voice calling,
Warm and far away,
The clouds on my leash,
Outside my windows,
Caught me to sleep,
We’ll meet where the wind goes
And I’ll make these claims,
You can still draw the map,
To the parts where we’d play,
Found voice calling,
Warm and far away
And I’ll say your name,
The stars the at it brought,
Will clear out the rain,
Found voice calling,
Warm and for today
credits
from Found Voice Calling,
released January 1, 2019
Written by Talon Stradley
Mixing by Auggie Pepina
Additional Instrumentation by Julia Sawbone
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