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Pigeon Feathers

I once dreamed I was a poet,
But I was bound to a single page.
You’re not just a pen and a piece of paper,
You’re a dog-eared book grown old with age.

I’ve got a friend with a golden table,
And he dines with the best of men.
He’d buy you that silver mirror,
If you could see that it’s only sand.

I believe that I’m a writer,
But I am bound to a single page.
Sipping coffee at the edge of nightfall,
Kissing you under summer rain.

But you feed the fire when you close the door…

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from A Stone, A Leaf, An Unfound Door, released January 10, 2012
River Whyless

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“River Whyless is at its best on its rhythmic indie-rock numbers which they make their own with layers of fiddle, [and] tasteful percussion… Handclaps, shakers and a simple bassline on a vocal break in “Pigeon Feathers” is a high point. O’Keefe’s reedy, at times aching lead vocal is pleasantly raw and poignant, and well-matched by the sweetness of Anderson’s lyric contributions.” –Mountain Express ... more

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