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Weathervane

from The Wild Hunt by Quiet Hounds

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Storms from the east, moving west. never cease, never fret.
Maybe we're running free, taking about you and me.
Thinking that you might choke on dandelions in your throat.

Once we were lost, never found. stinging wasps, radiant sounds
Carry on overhead, striking your cold spring bed
Thanking old lucky stars washing your dirty scars.

To the east, thick and stare. bitter sweet swells the air.
Filling up every lung, quenching your thirsty tongue
Looking like you'd turn back, faking my heart attack.

Open up your eyes and make me whole.
The ravens crying nowhere else to go.
Even if we're here until the end.
East to west, I've found my flowing friend.

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from The Wild Hunt, released August 9, 2014

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Some sounds just command the ear when created with honest pursuit; such is the case with Quiet Hounds. These are gentlemen of various talents unexpectedly united with the unabashed desire to produce pure, authentic music with only spontaneity as a guide. Stepping out of familiar cages and unleashed to create something that had been stirring within for quite some time. ... more

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