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Hand It Over!
02:39
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Sahara Rising
02:44
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Quackers
01:18
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Picnic in Hanoi
01:54
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Aching soldier and the war
Scorching forested hills
As villagers flee the onslaught
Shot in the back as they flee
Just trying to do what he has to
Paid to do as he's told
One mind opposed can do nothing
One desperate will can be broken
Now as the footsteps move closer
No one breathes with the killers approaching
A father's son is extinguished
There's occasional spots of resistance
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Wild Blackberries
01:46
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I Saw Sunshine
01:33
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Saw a car in the yard, no one is home
I saw sunshine leaking onto the windowsill
You won't see me again
It's 3 pm, afternoon, sounds from under the door
Gonna bury myself in the backyard next to the rocks and stones
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Fresh Aire(z)
02:23
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Take Five, Reed
01:21
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Baby Baby Baby (I got moneyz)
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Carpet
03:08
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Reach the other side
Of the great divide
All the words behind
Demarcation lines
In the Southern Seas
Reaching out for me
On the shining path
What a sight to see
I'm not older now
Time to turn around
From the light so fine
Into the great divide
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I Cannot See to the End
02:37
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Sunday morning quiet hours
Come five days late
When all of our work is done
Everything's broken down
And laid in its place
Looking so neat and tidy
I cannot see to the end of me
Through shadows we walk down
To the edge of the sea
One by one and two by two
There's a prison up on the hill
With a light in the doorway
But I'll take the path through the woods
I cannot see to the end of me
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Too Many Peeples
02:05
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In all actuality, the problem is less about people and more about equitable distribution of resources. But elbow room is a problem too, so there.
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Leaves in the Yard
03:55
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Looking out my window
At leaves falling on the grass
Stretching out in every direction
On lawns as smooth as glass
And all the houses are safe
And kept in tidy rows
The pleistocene vistas plowed over by a neon dream
Covered up by ice and snow
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Kitchen Table
01:41
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Oh tell me my dear what you think of me
There's some places I'd like to go
But some of them I probably won't see
So tell me what it is you wanna take from me
Take your voice out of your throat
Put it on the kitchen table
And I'm not one to gloat
But I'm still young and able
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Jigsaw, Not Musical
00:56
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Wastes
00:58
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This Ain't Love (+Words)
02:40
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You're a lover, lover
You're a mobius strip
Blame it on the young men
An admission of guilt
Postmodern isn't in my blood
Here we go
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El Sol y La Luna
01:25
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Whirlwinded
02:00
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Reed Burnam Austin, Texas
Houston-born and raised, long-time resident of Austin, I've also passed time living in Southern California and Northern India. I write all kinds of songs in all kinds of styles about all kinds of things at all kinds of levels of listenability.
Reed Burnam recommends:
Austin-based afrobeat collective makes groovy music to shake ass to.
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Miss Owl's Ode To Invasive Species Demo
by Olivia Blumenthal
Olivia Blu writes great songs and you should hear them.
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Mine and the Mrs.' holiday albums page. Taking the country by charm, we are.
go to albumIf you like Reed Burnam, you may also like:
Grilled Cheese EP
by the soft form dissolves
Vulnerable, reflective, bedroom pop, inspired by a series of breakups and a desire to recapture a sense of self.
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UR 048: SANCTUARY
by CRYSTAL SHIPSSS
Dizzying psychedelic songs that feel like they're being played at the bottom of a deep canyon, drenched in reverb & echo.
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Banjo-driven Americana songs that give the timeless sound of Appalachia an avant-garde twist.
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