Becky Stark
Horse Feathers
Bowerbirds
Fruit Bats
Marissa Nadler
Ghost & Gale
Danielle Ate the Sandwich
Marble Sounds
Letting Up Despite Great Faults
The Cloud Room
The Spinto Band
Maps & Atlases
Mark Kozelek
The Finches
Key Losers
Field Report
Saturday Looks Good to Me
You bent yourself down to adjust a crimson heel
But when you grabbed my arm I knew it was for real
So I asked you 'bout your dreams and you made a list for me
Then I set my sails and the rest is history
Now take this my letterman
It’s not much but it's better than
Those frilly things that never kept you quite warm
Christen my ship
Swing your bottle, don't miss
I’ll return bearing gifts by and by
Blow me a kiss
Wave your white handkerchief
In a year I will sit by your side
Soon I will sail for Greece but hide from you my fears
And every day that passes by will seem like years
But I will warm myself with knowledge that you're mine
And likewise I am yours and thus we are entwined
So keep lit a flame for me
And I'll do the same for thee
They're symbols but see how they shine
Christen my ship
Swing your bottle, don't miss
I'll return bearing gifts by and by
One, two, three, four dozen moons worth of time
I will still hear the lilt in your voice
Five, six, eight, nine magic mountains I'll climb
There will be just one flag I will hoist
Christen my ship
Swing your bottle, don't miss
I’ll return bearing gifts by and by