Tornado Days (Field Recording)

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This song has its roots in the first song I ever wrote, mining it for words and imagery but also for that feeling of writing it, of the constant struggle to try and capture a deepset thing within melody and words.

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I've got a song inside my bones
I've got a song inside my bones
I've got a song inside my bones
won't let me go

I've got a song inside my bones
I've got a song inside my bones
I've got a song inside my bones
it leads me home

Down dusty roads, dirt between my toes
I thought that I could find the way back

I try to run but nipping at my heels
The jaws of doubt are chasing me astray

Tornado days, I have had my fill
They lift you up and break you at the door

Summer nights, cool against my back
Take me to the place I know well

Hold on son we're here beside you!
Hallelujah!

Singer lift your weary voice and send the story rise rejoicing!
Woman lift you bleary eyes and you will see the new sun rising!
Cast thee down ye heavy laden at the feet of Christ emblazed in
Holy light and Holy fire. Purify or cast asunder.

Hallelujah!

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from Whitwell Session, released December 4, 2012

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The Local Historians Chicago, Illinois

We are storytellers, way-finders, spirit-singers, will-o’-the-wisps. We have dust on our shoes and we’ll shake it off as we leave. We have songs burning inside our bones begging for release.
The Local Historians are Zach Harris, Derek Dixon, Rachael Claire , Kristina Johnsen, and Jake Norris.
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