Listening to Thirteen is like walking through a raspberry patch: the sultry flutter of sun and shadow through the leaves, the flash of blood-red berries, the sudden snag of thorns. Sweet. Captivating. A little dangerous. There's no using it as background music; it pulls your attention away from anything else. But it's worth every minute you devote to listening to it. Most highly recommended.
- Elizabeth Barrette

Upcoming Shows
Fri Sep 22, Irving

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by Andrew Eigel

      Vocal: Michelle Dockrey
      Guitar: Tony Fabris
      Cellos: Betsy Tinney
      Violin: Sunnie Larsen
      Drums and Percussion: Brian Richardson
      Bass: Chris Clark

Hands chip the flint, light the fire, skin the kill
Feet move the tribe, track the herd, with a will
Mankind struggles in the cellar of history
Time to settle down, time to grow, time to breed

Plow tills the soil, plants the seed, pray for rain
Scythe reaps the wheat, to the mill, to grind the grain
Towns and cities spread to empire overnight
Hands keep building as we chant the ancient rite

Coal heats the steam, push the piston, turns the wheel
Cogs spin the wool, drives the horses made of steel
Lightning harnessed does our will and lights the dark
Keep rising higher, set our goal, hit the mark

Crawl out of the mud
Ongoing but slow
For the path that is easy
Ain't the one that lets us grow

Light, push the sails, read the data, cities glow
Hands type the keys, click the mouse, out we go
Our voices carry round the world and into space
Send us out to colonize another place

Hands make the tools, build the fire, plant the grain
Feet track the herd, build a world, begin again