Roots & Wings

by The Living Arrows

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lalialmalibre Hard to choose a favorite. Love all your songs... they transport me somewhere else. Cant explain with words or just with one feeling or emotion. Its just beautiful... There's no thorn without rose.
From my south to your noth all my gratitud and blessings!
All of you are welcome on this land, on my home...wherever that is...wherever I am.
All of my best wishes and energy to you, free people of these planet. Love you!
PD: Looking forward to hear more from you! <3 Favorite track: I Am Not My Thoughts.
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1.
Alight 00:37
2.
Wild Hearts 03:31
Waylaid on the forest floor Satiated yet wild for more So lead me to the forests edge Take me to your riverbed Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge Take me, lead me… Sundown on the forest grove Spider thread and mistletoe Angled light, tangled web Take me to your riverbed Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge Take me, lead me… Wake up in the moonlight, in the moonlight, In the moonlight singing Wake up in the moonlight, in the moonlight, In the moonlight with me Wild hearts in the forest glade, Teachin’ me to misbehave Speak breath, cheeks flushed red, Take me to your riverbed Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge Take me, lead me, take me to the water’s edge Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge Take me, lead me…
3.
Be An Animal 03:52
Let us pretend that I don’t second-guess myself And we’ll suspend the judgment No need to mend, no means to an end For the moment takes the precedence I would be happy if you threw your arms around me No matter where or when you decide For likewise, in your eyes; they’re a sight for sore eyes… Would you be my deer, won’t you be my doe? I know you know a way out, a place where we could go Would you be my deer, won’t you be my doe, doe I know you know a way out, a place where we could go City is a maze, no place to be an animal Do you know a glade or a place ‘a we could lay? City is a maze, no place to be an animal Do you know a glade or a place ‘a we could graze? If you were my doe, darlin’ I could be your buck Take you to the ridge, watch the buildings burn to dust If you were my doe, darlin’ I could be your buck Emptyin’ our pockets, watch the riches turn to rust
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All my plants have gone to seed Some I planted on my own Some have never needed me Farther then the eye can see Flown like arrows from my bow Fallen where? I’ll never know Golden limbs may spring from the heather But I may never see them again All my friends have gone to sea Some are fishing, some afloat Some are wishing they were home My old friends are rollin’ free Some I miss and some I don’t I hope no one is missing me Golden songs may be sung in fine weather But I may never see them again Looking forward to going to sea Count my blessings when I go Looking forward to being home Taking cuttings from my trees Fletching arrows for my bow Living, loving, letting go Golden limbs will spring from the feathered end! But I may never see them again I may never see them again Looking forward to going to sea, count my blessings when I go Looking forward…
6.
Rowan 04:28
Who drew the line between Fall and Wintertime? Secrets in the trees all felt like mine It’s been more than three years Since I first changed my mind But still I drift away, and still I’ve crossed the line I walked in my sleep right down to the sea And there was my love waiting for me Leaning his back on a rowan tree Birch leaves paint the streets I wander wistful and free I wonder who sees me? How goldenly I breathe Still as a waterfall pooling below Stare as water falls, letting me go Oh, let me go I walked in my sleep right down to the sea And there was my love waiting for me Leaning his back on a rowan tree And gazing down, the watery moon Starlings sing a winters tune The morning floods my room I walked in my sleep right down to the sea And there was my love waiting for me Leaning his back on a rowan tree
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Deep is the ocean on the wave that carries the whale’s song Strong is the shoreline to resist the tide High is the treetop on the wind which carries the sparrows song Strong is the cedar that grips the soil And I don’t wanna live in a monotone world I want our voices to rise No, I don’t wanna live in a monotone world I want our voices to rise, rise, rise Black is the endless abyss, within the iris, between the stars White is a snowfall on a winter’s night Black is the raven, the writer’s feather, the ink well drawn White is a wild fox in northern clime And I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world I want our true colours to shine No, I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world I want our true colours to shine, shine, shine And I don’t wanna live in a monotone world I want our voices to rise No, I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world I want our true colours to shine Shine, shine
8.
The Tyger 03:43
I don’t kneel upon the pavement, I won’t buy a man-made god But if I’ve nothing to believe in how can I press on? I don’t tend to follow leaders, I reckon it’s the way I’s raised But if I’ve nothing to believe in how can I find faith? I wanna sing the praises but I don’t know who to praise So I’ll raise a glass to every sense with which we can embrace…… Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry? It’s hiding in the inner-city, you can find it in the deepest woods But it’s hard to know which way to go When you’re forced to read the book I wanna sing the praises but I don’t know who to praise So I’ll raise a glass to every sense with which we can embrace…… Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears Did he smile, his work to see? Did she who made the lamb make thee?
9.
Wolf Raven 03:29
Dreamed that I was far from here Wish that I could fly from here Oh, if I was a raven Oh, if I was a raven Dwelling on the forest floor High upon the wind you soar Showing the way in, wolf raven Show where the prey is, wolf raven Wish that I could run to you Underneath the waning moon Oh, if I was a raven Oh, if I was a raven Oh, if I was a raven
10.
In My Bones 03:56
Storm is done, the morning runs a river of deliverance Colours play where once their lay a dungeon Serpents coil around my head, the remnants of a quest I’ve led Well, wrest this garland from my brow And cast it burning into the ocean! Where the mountains breach the surface Reach the peaks above the tide Where the rivers trace like veins across the whiteness of this isle Solved the riddle of my actions, why I followed them to find That your mouth means more to me than any magic could beguile And in my bones, this I know You’re my home, you’re my home And this I know, in my bones You’re my home… Golden leaves fall all ‘round me, while following and howling A thousand wolves with shining teeth pursued me Miles I fled, through darkness tread With nothing left to show or hide Arise the sun now, light and guide me, Through the brush and down to the ocean! For in my bones, this I know You’re my home, you’re my home And this I know, in my bones You’re my home… You’re my home…
11.
I am not my father, I’m not my partner, I’m not my child I’m not my life and body, I am not my failures or desires I’m not these words I’m writing, I am not the colours in my eyes I am nothing, I am nothing And it feels so good, it feels so full to be empty… empty It feels so good, I feel so fine to be I am not my demon, I’m not my lover, I’m not my fault I’m not my future creation, I’m not my legacy I’m not my art I’m not my name I’m not my traits, I’m not my faith or my regret I’m not the friendships that I’ve lost, I’m not my thoughts I am not my thoughts I am nothing, I am nothing, I am nothing, I am nothing And it feels so good, it feels so full to be empty… empty It feels so good, it feels so fine to be I am nothing, I am nothing, I am nothing, I am nothing And it feels so good, I feel so full to be empty… empty It feels so good, I feel so free to be
12.
Young Lovers 03:20
The rapture of your form adorned the shallows Storm on the horizon and a stone upon my palm I’ve fallen prey to every fear that gathers in my shadow Skipping stones toward rosy-fingered dawn From every bended bow there hang the hallows Lanterns hold the stories here when darkness claims the hollows Sea shell on your palm divines the road that we may follow But who will light the lanterns but ourselves? A year upon the road and still a dream upon the ‘morrow Light on the horizon and your hand upon my palm The rapture of our forms dissolve, young lovers in a meadow And hallowed are those kisses in the sun

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This album is dedicated to Nellie Celeste Filipponi & Matthias Gudmundson

We thank the stunning lands that reared us: Cascadia, Alaska, Colorado; and those places that have found their way into our hearts and music: Iceland, Hawai’i, Ireland, and beyond.
We thank the brave artists who inspire our music and philosophy. Kahlil Gibran, William Blake, Kathleen Dean Moore, The Fab Four, Suze, George Martin, Cloud Cult, and The Endorfins.
We thank the many humans who believe in us and helped this music come to be. Melinda, Bob, Jacy, Thomas, Karen, Kurt. Craig Russo, Andy Rick, Binary Bob, Orin Pierson, Fred Sharpe, Josef Quitzlund, Charlie McGuire, and that dear stranger who helped us name the album.
Infinite gratitude to all our friends and family, teachers and creatures great and small, who have encouraged, nurtured, and inspired us and our music.
And, of course, the river of spirit which flows within us and all things, that unnameable force that makes the seed grow, and lifts the bird in flight.
Please accept this music as our offering in reciprocity to the endless gifts you provide.

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released September 29, 2016

Copright 2016 The Living Arrows
Recorded at Binary Recording Studio in Whatcom County
Engineered and mixed by Andy Rick
Mastered by Craig Russo

Traesti Luther - octave mandolin, keys, synth, vocals, acoustic guitar, drums, percussion, electric bass, electric guitar
Alexandra Doumas - vocals, alto sax, baritone sax, percussion, acoustic guitar
Loren Schaumberg - electric guitar, bass guitar, percussion, wood flute, acoustic guitar, vocals
Orion Lackey - keyboard (tracks 2, 3)
Christian Cassolary - drums (tracks 4, 6)
Andy Ingram - upright bass (tracks 6, 10)
Eric Kosarot - fiddle, vocals (track 9)
Pi & Liam Kosarot - vocals (track 9)
River James - banjo, vocals (track 9)
Joy Westerman - violin (track 10)
Leif Mitchell - viola (track 10)
Emma McClure, Katlynne Schaumberg, Luke Zonka, Michael Stjernholm - vocals (track 5)

All songs written by The Living Arrows except track 9 which was written by the band Wolf Raven, and track 8 which features excerpts from The Tyger by William Blake.

Instruments used on this record were calibrated to 432 hertz.
Humpback whale phonation samples provided by Fred Sharpe. Whale sounds recorded under NMFS Research Permit No. 14599

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The Living Arrows Bellingham, Washington

The Living Arrows, formerly known as Breaking the Spell is Alexandra Doumas, Loren Schaumberg, and Traesti Luther.
We aspire to use music to rouse the spirit and evoke a sense of connection among listeners.

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