Carbon Leaf is a five-piece rock band from Richmond, Virginia that is known for their Celtic / Bluegrass rock that was featured more prominently on their early releases on their own label, Constant Ivy Music. Their more recent albums, since signing to Vanguard Records in 2004, are more mainstream rock, though they still retain the influences of their Virginian music scene roots. On March 20, 2010 in a radio interview on WCNR the band announced... [read more] - Aurora
Shuffle in the feet, thrive alive Viking Confident, am lucky I Doomsday! A pillage-plunder magna cum laude Solar flare! An eye-spy with a panavision glare Sun's down, Oh no... where's the after-glow! Burn midnight...
- Clannanhide
There's a place we hide true selves Shine them into golden awe Clandestine, I. Charade, shadow the midnight Hide, muddle the meaning. Hide, muddle the meaning The Plan: Clan and Hide. (show the way...) Motes protect...
- ...For Your Violin
She said, "Catch me if you can. You better plan, Gentlemen." So The Story Goes: Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed Johnny...
- Jan. 9, 63 Degrees
This is an atypical day (it's the State we're in): Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring. This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good and bad Kooked by caffeine, Sky Wind Machine And the car absorbs it...
- Kinakeet Island
Hang on Parade... Catching up again Where's the feeling we knew then (Whisper, my friend...) So we pick up, with empty cup In dreaming we thrive As we doze alone, and cradle stone Am I alive? ...And all is fine on...
- Nowadays
So steadily go, the rain... So steadily go, the time... So steadily go, the season... So steadily go, long ago... All the little mysteries of a big yard A little bit older, rake the lawn I am a field mouse in a tall...
- Ordinary Eyes
Shall we begin? Gather round, gather all: Keep it real, strip it down Rather not wait around With the Hungry Eyes of a snake-oil salesman Wait/Hurry Water to wine Have got the patience... Haven't got the time Saw...
- To My Soul
Started out the same to Day Dreams afloat the Mothering Sky Peering out, miming hope with my face Float me high, hot air balloon To high, high to touch Hold it in (with old bookends) Well this hunting ground... Well...
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