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Every day just a little after 5 o’clock
There’s an evening beginning on every block
Where the sun don’t look as hot as it did
Earlier in the day.
Well, neither do you and I, but that’s ok,
As long as you stay
Handy with a needle and some thread
Or just happy with that hole in your head
Loving you life with the dead
And dying daily
I’m beginning to think I wasn’t quite ready to say that
And maybe I won’t ever be ready to say that

But oh, you antebellum tree,
You sing to me! Sing to me!
Oh, you antebellum tree,
What’s it like to be
Watching me
From your side

Of that fence I try to wrap my head around?
I try to throw a stone and make some sound,
Set my feet on sacred ground,
Barefoot and barely landing.
“Son,” I can hear you cry,
“Don’t you know where you are standing?”
But I can only answer that I do not know.
The only word I heard from you was “Go!”

But oh, you antebellum tree,
You sing to me! Sing to me!
Oh, you antebellum tree,
What’s it like to be
Watching me
From your side

Where your branches swing
Over everything.

So give me a few pine needles for some thread
To sew up this hole in my head,
Breathe some life into my dead
And watch the evening begin again.
When the sky is divided I’ll slip on in
And maybe find out where my balance has been.

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from Face First in the Dirt EP, released March 15, 2011
written by Sean Hoots

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With music and lyrics that are both transportive, yet achingly familiar, Hoots and Hellmouth offer a stream of songs that are earthy and ethereal, buoyant and tranquil, fluid and precise.

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