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Weeds & Wildflowers

by Emily Zisman

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    releases 27 October 2014

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1.
Let Me
2.
Seattle
3.
Bottle & Bowl
4.
Send Me An Angel
5.
Second Place
6.
Two Fools
7.
05:22
8.
Good Night
9.
Imagine
10.
If You Only Knew
11.
Knockin'
12.
I'm Coming Home
13.
Let Me (strings)

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Bringing her soulful voice to folk-Americana music once again, Emily Zisman returns with her second self-released album “Weeds & Wildflowers”.

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releases 27 October 2014

Vocals: Emily Zisman
Guitars: Emily Zisman (with exception of Good Night)
Mixed and produced by Ryan Avery
Mastered by Dominick Maita at Airshow Mastering

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Emily Zisman San Francisco

Emily Zisman is a talented singer songwriter born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Since picking up the guitar at the tender age of eight Emily’s musical journey has taken her all over the world. She has graced the stages up and down both sides of the United States and has performed internationally at festivals in Europe. ... more

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Track Name: To Mom
Always seem to find myself on top of a mountain, dreaming of the sea.
When I get to the ocean, I miss the mountains and the evergreens.
No number of steel foundations could relieve me of my need
for all of these

So I’ll spend my days
making my way
from one to the other.
To show my love for my mother,
there is only her
there is no other.

So pack your bags,
don’t forget your flags,
remember where you came from.
Hold on tight,
never lose sight of all the battles you’ve lost
Hope against hope
that that’s not the last time you’ll stand in a rainstorm.
You’ve only one chance to get it all back,
no matter the cost.

Twelve hour plane ride, 20 tons of fuel, a talk with an old friend.
The flight was horrendous but god it feels good to see you again.
Mother sends her love, gave up her very own blood so I could see you again.

So let’s crawl back on our knees,
feed our breath to the trees.
Let us love her back, then.

So pack your bags,
don’t forget your flags,
remember where you came from.
Hold on tight,
never lose sight of all the battles you’ve lost
Hope against hope
that that’s not the last time you’ll stand in a rainstorm.
You’ve only one chance to get it all back,
no matter the cost.

One more well on a hill.
One more gulf war or spill.
One more tick on the clock.
One more sedentary man.
One more dead music program.
One more cell on the block.
Mama’s cryin again for all her derelict children,
what a disappointment we’ve been.
Mama’s cryin again for all her derelict children,
what a disappointment we’ve been.

So pack your bags,
don’t forget your flags,
remember where you came from.
Hold on tight,
never lose sight of all the battles you’ve lost
Hope against hope
that that’s not the last time you’ll stand in a rainstorm.
You’ve only one chance to get it all back,
no matter the cost.

You’ve only this chance.
Only this chance.
Only this.