4E*

by Lomelda

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Joe Ramirez
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Joe Ramirez Trying to explain how good this album is, is beyond words. Listening to it is both familiar and refreshing. You are moved out of your body and into an ethereal plane of nostalgia and beauty. Favorite track: Columbia River*.
Scott Steneker
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Scott Steneker It's interesting to hear these songs in an acoustic format. They approach in a whole new way. Replacing the energetic drive of the originals with beautiful contemplation. Favorite track: Late Dawn*.
Jeremy (HI54LOFI)
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Jeremy (HI54LOFI) this is a whole lot of simple loveliness Favorite track: Columbia River*.
Nick Green
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Nick Green If you buy nothing else this year, buy this- it will be your soulmate for life
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a live solo performance of Lomelda's 'Forever' in full -- recorded by Andrew Hulett in Meadows Recital Hall in Waco, TX

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released April 22, 2016

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Track Name: Columbia River*
Everybody tries to make me dance
but I just want to sit still
And stare right at you with my strongest gaze.
It's an innocent youthful thrill.
And hold your hand on my front porch swing
when the summer night sends a chill.
And dream of driving way up north
though I know we'll never get our fill.

Everybody tries to fall in love
but I just keep making friends.
When I sort through the stars at night
I'm looking for some kind of sign of the end.
If the sun won't rise when the morning comes
I'll be ready 'cause I don't depend
On those things like philosophy
and the sunrise, moon tides, pursuit of happiness.

I find that I wish I was home.
I find that I wish I was home,
Singing songs that I [you] already know
Instead of always writing [singing] my own,
And arranging the tones
In this city that reminds me I'm alone.

I find that I wish I was yours.
I find that I wish I was yours
And belonged to all the birds nesting on the porch
And all the trees along the river gorge
And every windswept metaphor --
All of yours until I am nothing more.