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Papa, I know when December winds blow, you’re fixing to leave me alone. I’ll sit and write you a book every night while you sleep in a temperate zone. And it’s clear that I’ve only half-grown. I recall scenery:
creek bed and willow tree, anchored in shag carbon floor. When we were able to sit around the table, trouble held fast at our door. Trouble held fast at our door. Papa, I know when December winds blow, you’re drinking the sweet winter down. I’ll sit and stare with my nose in the air for to fix you from going back down. And it’s clear that it settled somehow. I recall scenery: creek bed and willow tree, pictures of dancing ballet. When we were able to sit around the table, trouble had nothing to say. Trouble had nothing to say. Trouble had nothing to say. Trouble had nothing to say.

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from Box Of Bullets, track released September 1, 2013

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Shiny and the Spoon Cincinnati, Ohio

Called “Perhaps the best folk duo our region has to offer” (The Historic Southgate House), Shiny and the Spoon give off the warmth and intimacy of the likes of Johnny Cash and June Carter, with transcendent vocals and a vibrant acoustic core, complimented by sprinklings of ukulele, guitar, harmonica, and boot-stomping. ... more

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