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Paint a Little Tree (album)

by The Portingales

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1.
I've been thinking bout Chicago today And the middle class street that you called home And of city lights and our sleepless nights And the places that we'd hoped to be Cuz your hair was tangled by the wind and the waves And my brain was dizzy on my dreams Dreams of happiness and a little house All our domestic fantasies That your feet had stumbled on the cracks in the road While I ran much too far ahead Into dead end streets with their hollow beats And the good life I could never reach And I'm sure that I fell Asleep behind the wheel again Cuz no matter how hard I tried I could not shake that feeling I was a king on fire With everything I want but could never seize I could not be the only one I could not be the only one To stake all on a dream I don't want to walk backwards I don't want to walk backwards I don't want to walk backwards I don't want to walk backwards I could not even imagine The best things that I could imagine Were better that I had imagined Better than I had imagined (Better than I had imagined)
2.
Ebb and Flow 04:51
There is an island where I used to live With a single road like a circle that kept me looking in And the people kept busy with trifles, while their souls faded out day by day And I was distraught by the things that I thought And the words that I heard myself say The days are cloudy And the wind hurts my face Perhaps across the water There's a sunnier place I got to thinking, there must be some escape From the heart-crushing wear monotony that wrinkles my face Oh all of my life is just memories some that I live in and others avoid But by God I will do something meaningful Though I should be drowned in the tide The one way I know It leads back to the start And all I know is that It breaks my heart Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow Feel the ebb and flow (I don't want to break but I need to move on) (I don't want to break but I need to move on)
3.
Bob Ross 03:06
I used to listen to Bob Ross Helps me forget what I've lost I like to hear your voice on the radio Rock n' roll push and pull We pick the colors our world You drew the lines, I filled them in Paint a little tree, paint a little tree Right next to the water and the path that leads away from me I know you'd never walk it but I saw you paint it carefully Keep adding to the picture, and clinging to reality Keep filling in the space you left with colors that you chose with me Wondering how all this ends ours lives are a masterpiece Along the way you started fresh In empty space I didn't see Hang what we started in a gallery We live on artificial scarcity Maybe that's why I didn't question I've also started again There's no mistakes Just happy accidents Paint a little tree, paint a little tree Right next to the water add some crimson and some kerosene You don't need to worry when your far away from things Build it up or burn it down your life is a masterpiece Another happy accident (do it if you wanna) Paint a picture throw it out (do it if you wanna) Anything can happen (do it if you wanna) This is your world so do it if you wanna Another happy accident (do it if you wanna) Paint a picture throw it out (do it if you wanna) Anything can happen (do it if you wanna) This is your world so do it if you wanna HEY! Do if you wanna, do it you wanna HEY! Do if you wanna, do it you wanna HEY! Do if you wanna, do it you wanna HEY! Do if you wanna, do it you wanna
4.
What did I expect to find That wasn't already somehow inside? To what end do I accumulate If I cannot just enjoy the rest I take? So many allurements in the world outside my brain Distractions keeping me from my interior domain Would you sit by me would you love me for awhile? Help me hold my head up; brush the hair out of my eyes. I want a beautiful soul I want a beautiful soul I want a beautiful soul Oh I want a beautiful soul Cuz I want to be cleansed from defilement inside Rags exchanged for cloth of gold; wounds in radiant light And no one can be free save he who masters his desire Precious metals purged of dross in the refiners fire I dreamed that everything I wanted came true for a day I woke up in a clammy sweat--it all had flown away Would you be my friend would you take me by the hand? Rest my head upon your lap till I can understand? I want a beautiful soul I want a beautiful soul I want a beautiful soul Oh I want a beautiful soul I want a beautiful soul I want a beautiful soul I want a beautiful soul Oh I want a beautiful soul What did I expect to find that wasn't already somehow inside?
5.
I am a sucker for a pretty face The glass is the nature, the sunlight the grace That drops like snowflakes on a thirsty heart Build me up slowly then tear me apart I should have stayed in my room Repose in the sunbeams of a warm afternoon Wait here for mother, she'll be home soon Oh I should have stayed in my room I fell so hard I could scarcely breathe And no one believed me when I said it was sweet The world has a way of just tearing you up I've bled out so much yet I can't get enough But there is no where to go Where I could let myself show I should have stayed in my room Repose in the sunbeams of a warm afternoon Wait here for mother, she'll be home soon Oh I should have stayed in my room Wait here for mother, she'll be home soon Oh I should have stayed in my room I should have stayed in my room I should have stayed in my room
6.
When I was young I could look into the sun My head was sore but I was sure good luck from it would come I could look into the sun I could look into the sun In the store I threw my wallet on the floor The cards and things that hold my strings, I don't need them anymore No time for this, I am still waiting on a kiss From the morning dew that soaks my shoes I would not want to miss Cuz I cannot close the door I cannot close the door I poured my life into the pages of a book It debuted to bad reviews I was ashamed to look Withering, somewhat amused and dithering Time goes by but still I try to make this dead bird sing Cuz I cannot close the door And the wind keeps blowing in I cannot close the door, ooh I am tired of walking into mirrors and biting my tongue And my blood is cold So bring me in and give me a drink, I swear that I won't talk to much and I won't touch your stuff Hang me on your fridge to remind you of me day after day after day Watching the sunbeams drain the years away Tuck me in your sleep for a rainy day And I'll tell you that When I die I want to face the sun
7.
Sleep little bird The day is done, the shadows are long So sing not a word The dish and the spoon have jumped over the moon And the cow has followed them too The words that we sing they won't change a thing But I'd rather sing them with you Sleep little bird You can rest on the perch I just built right over my soul I know that as always you won't ask much of me My arms will encircle you when you are lonely In silence and song we'll hold each closely And if your nest falls, I'll rebuild it Again and again and again and again Sleep little bird When they come for your feathers I'll hide you as long as I can You'll starve in every way that it means to be hungry They'll drown you in torrents of water and whiskey And I am so thirsty I know you won't blame me If the best I can do is let the flood in one drop at a time Sleep little bird When we're caught in the gale I'll listen for your sweetest song And cling you until he past becomes present In the roaring quiet of the funnel's current I'll think when that dark cyclone swallows the sky All that rises converges but not all that converges must rise If floodwaters converge on you, please, just go to sleep Alouette, gentille alouette Alouette, je te plumerai
8.
I used to rule a city not long ago And they would all ring bells when I went by I was alert, I was dapper, I was fine Walking a solitary street Cuz the space inside my lungs just would not fill When the deepest root remains untouched My tie came undone, I was spinning my tires in the mud What was I looking for? I stayed out counting seeds till dawn Then I got out of bed at noon again Walked naked through the lawn When will my life begin? Flame inside my fingers don't let me rest I woke up after midnight with a muse upon my chest Athena broke her father's skull, a spear thrust made things wonderful and new Like you eluded me both day and night, O star within the bag guide me to you I want you to know my heart I want you to know my heart I want you to know my heart I want you to know my heart
9.
What's so great about you anyway? You were always on my case Too anxious to make me your own And my heart got so carried away But I'm floating down to earth And my feet are back on the ground Illusions are dispersed I can see so clearly now The lie that I believed Was more beautiful than the truth We all let our hearts deceive When we want something bad enough Just because I wrote this song Doesn't mean I'm still thinking about you in fact My tear ducts are fairly dry these days The crumbs you fed to me I made into a feast Malnourished and diseased I followed you with glowing eyes The dreams that I had weaved They carried me in spite of you We all let our hearts deceive When we want we something bad enough, bad enough I am a deflated balloon Skipping on the ground A deflated balloon Skipping on the ground A deflated balloon Skipping on the ground A deflated balloon Skipping on the ground

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I wish there was an overriding theme to this album I could tell you about, but there really isn't. It's just a collection of our favorite compositions from 2019-2020. We hope you enjoy : )

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released April 9, 2021

All songs written by Phillip Campbell except Bob Ross and Sleep Little Bird written by V. Rose Cieri. Vocals, guitars, drums, bass, piano by Phillip Campbell (V. Rose Cieri vocals on Sleep Little Bird). Backup vocals by Lucy Campbell. Violin, viola, and cello by V. Rose Cieri Trumpets by Oliver Barron.

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The Portingales Ann Arbor, Michigan

The Portingales are an indie rock band out of southeastern Michigan. Combining stylistic elements as diverse as 1960's British rock, folk, and grunge, the melodic tunes of The Portingales strive to capture both the energy and melancholy of life's most meaningful experiences. ... more

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