Farm Fingers

by Hayley Sabella

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03:21
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04:30
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04:06

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released December 28, 2012

All songs produced, engineered and mastered by Josh Ray at Owl Head Studio. Minot, ME.

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Hayley Sabella Plymouth, Massachusetts

Hayley Sabella is a singer-songwriter / local farmer / earnest truth-seeker / independent woman / dork, who originally did her thing in her hometown of Plymouth, Massachusetts and is now doing her thing in other places, too.

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Track Name: Idealism
I'm waiting for the sun to rise and ripen in the sky
So I can pick it like an orange from the trees of California in July

Oh, how'd you like to ride a bus and tour the country with me
With some other foolish friends who see things idealistically
We'll have a ball, and wreck it all

Chorus
Baba, baba, baba ba
Baba, baba, baba ba

I'm not quite sure I like this friendly person I've become
I might prefer to be exotic or a mysterious passing stranger in the night

A passer by who steals your soul
And makes you wonder where she's from
Is she coming back more than to haunt you
With foreign songs she's sung

Chorus

I'm waiting up for something my imagination made
Yeah that place in California's an imaginary state

Where things are right and we've arrived
And hearts are ripe for love for real
And the dusty, distant corners of our long lives disappear

Chorus/outro
Track Name: Farm Fingers
These farm fingers are weary
These cracked callouses, cracked callouses
Go tough-tough break, soft
Far too soft, touch again
Break again, break again, I broke again

These strong shoulders are heavy
Like roots of a tree, roots of a tree
Their tangled up underneath
Tangled up underneath
Underneath, underneath, oh underneath

When I say I need rain
From heaven, I need rain
When I say, I need rain
Oh my God-- I need rain

These farm fingers are weary
These cracked callouses, cracked callouses
Go tough-tough break, soft
Far too soft, touch again
Break again, break again, I broke again

Love is a labor, this labor is my love
I'll try to savor sweat as the flavor of my love
Track Name: Knobby Wooden Tree Trunks
I'll talk to quiet and see what silence has to say
About the nature of my breakableness
But I'll be healed for good someday

Cause Father, I'm getting older
And these wounds collect like marks
On a knobby wooden tree trunk
But these leaves still stretch towards the sun

So I won't uncurl this curious twist across my lips
And I won't loose heart or hope
And the sticky little leaves coming from their buds in spring
Remind me

There's hope, there's hope
There's hope for me

So when you say you put forever in my heart
Does that explain why these passing days can
Make me so damn sad

'Cause Father, I keep getting older
And as beginnings meet their ends
I'm always half full, and half dead, and half way there
But I just know there's something more

So I won't believe these half-sighted lies
And I won't grow bitter or cold
And the sticky little leaves coming from their buds in spring
Remind me

There's hope
Track Name: Easter Song
Just when I thought the grass might not grow back
After this long hard cold winter
It did, I see green heads pushing up through the dirt

Just as I figured this stone heart would
Never love again
It does, it's soft and throbbing

Just when I swore this night's so long,
The sun must be gone forever
It came back, and it's brilliant, burning brighter than before

Bridge
I hear your invitation into the garden
You say arise, my beautiful one
I smell the sweetest fragrance coming in through the window
You say it's time, my beloved, it's time

Chorus
Sing Ah, behold the winter's past
Sing Ah, behold the rain it is gone

Just I lost all hope that these dead trees with no leaves
Would ever be green,
They are, the life, it's teeming

Spring has arrived, sing Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah!
The birds Sing songs of resurrection