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From the Mouths of the Middle Class

by Blessed Feathers

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I took a trip across the Southern States And I felt the heat sweat bead along my face But we're lost in the woods Trading thoughts for goods And I would if I could Oh I know that I should I wish that I could hitch a ride And pay my bills at the same time I spent the last of my money on a roadside boat ride And I pulled its weight for a lifetime
2.
There's poison words just gurgling At the base of your throat You swallow them back down You and yours they pin me down With nails their grudging hammer falls Not meant for wedding gowns And though we won't be there's memories I'll still keep You're holding hands with some new girl You braid her hair into curls Because I set you free I hope you plan to speak to her In the sweetest honeysuckle words Stinging nettle though I'll be I'm sorry dear with all my heart with Tears I broke your fragile heart I opened up your cage I hope you're well and doing fine And found a love as pure as mine We're on a brand new page
3.
Took to the sky in paper planes We floated away on ocean waves Left for the mountains on a train Tell my mother I'll be safe We walk fast dodging all the shadows Hold your breath, stay under the streetlights Let's go back, runnin' for the mountains we came from We try to sleep inside parked cars With people yelling from the bars Neon disaster tangled scars We scamper hopeless hotel's closed
4.
Tell the carpenter to up and leave his tools The winds are blowin' fierce from the north Down the cellar with a match The nails and latch will hold us through and through My feet are cold and wet the rain drips through Metal glimmering in rows these cans of food The carpenter he worries for his wife Twisting water from his soaking shirt and shoes
5.
Even if I fell in love with you It wouldn't make us any better off Just because we're makin' simple shoes Doesn't mean our lives will turn out wrong Remember when we biked across town To meet your lover in a truck She stayed at home so you could take me down To shoot some pool out in the sun
6.
Apple blossoms tattooed on your arm We were lichens growin' on the rocks close to the farm I could never tell you how much I really cared All the while wearing apple blossoms in my hair City girl came out to sweep you off your feet She had diamonds in her hair and diamonds on her feet You were swept away, you never even thought of me I was left layin' by the apple blossom tree
7.
Out on the lake in somebody else's boat Drivin' around in somebody else's car Payin' my rent in somebody else's home Watchin' TV to prove that I'm not alone Thinkin' 'bout love in somebody else's head Sleepin' it off in somebody else's bed Takin' our time drinkin' our coffee black I don't know when my lover is comin' back
8.
A house, a house, that you carved away in heaven Without a lover or companion You sit and talk of worldly condemnation And I doubt your blessed reputation Poor Jesus lookout, this woman is a crowd The Earth, the Earth, an ever moving vessel Against the dirt, the mountains watch them wrestle And I bathe my skin where Hades flames have risen The master's kin are headed home from prison
9.
Cold water of the wild Muskellunge lake Row farther into all the rippled waves As we give our chase to the osprey half the day We listen to the great loon's wild scream We mimic their calls but don't know what they mean
10.
Winter Winter Winter off you go And you're takin' with our spirits in the snow How I long to hang our clothes on the line But instead we're growin' ice from grape vines Sister sister sister there you go For years we lived divided and it shows On the ground are snowy prints we skip 'round Just go

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You can stream and buy (includes digital download) "From the Mouths of the Middle Class" here. If you just want a download, head to the Listening Party Records bandcamp instead, as they're providing pay-as-you-want downloads of the album.

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Also, if you'd prefer a good old CD, Blessed Feathers are selling some CD-rs on their own Bandcamp page. Link below!

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Some nice press:

Express Milwaukee:
"Like many of the best folk albums of the last decade, From the Mouths is an insular affair with a distinct sense of place. Berube and Beaupre self-recorded and self-produced it in their shared apartment over the course of the last winter, writing their songs separately then fleshing them out together with banjo, accordion, glockenspiel and flute and other instruments they had taught themselves to play."

Hot Lunch Collective:
"In short, it’s the kind of album that when put on you stop whatever you’re doing and reflect and prepare. It’s the perfect soundtrack for the transition from the excitement of summer to the somberness and beauty of fall. The sway created by the accordion and the tender hold of the gentle plunking banjo will take you on one of the more relaxing listening experiences of recent memory."

Shepherd Express:
"It's quite the album teaser, a Creole accordion-driven dirge that condenses the damned trip of the song title into an evocative two and a half minutes."

Friends With Both Arms:
"True to their natural aesthetic, the production with minimalistic - and the video, homemade. The sound: bonfire folk, the kind that’s warm and rustic- truthful and simple. It’s the kind of music that makes this Milwaukee band stand out as a band that blazes it’s own trail through a beaten path. This is travelling music."

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released September 20, 2011

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