Wind

by Tom Mitchell

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We scout out the fields until we find a place
With nothing to cherish but plenty to waste
And nothing for 200 miles every way that you gaze

The man who's in charge here of everything
He looks like he's feral but talks like a king
The glances we share give no hint of the trouble we bring

Sand became mirror by fusion of grain
When it was done we were too far away
Watching the cloud as it swallowed the sky
No harm was done, just a mark that it left on your eye

It stays in the water and hangs in the trees
Strips skin from the bones and the bark from the trees
Leaves trouble for 200 miles every way that you can see

The wind burning shadows right into the stone
Fulfilling our dreams in a way of its own
A vessel of love is a grave when it once was a home

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released October 23, 2015
Written, performed and produced by Tom Mitchell

Cover photo:
Danny Bradury
Mercury Peace Tunnel, Mercury, Nevada
flic.kr/p/49FpT

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Tom Mitchell Bristol, UK

Tom Mitchell is a writer of melodically haunting and dynamic compositions, infused with a mellow and ambient 60s folk reminiscence. He first picked up a guitar at the age of 11, wowed by the finger-style skill of Mark Knopfler. 21 years later, the self-chosen solo artist now charms his audience with soulful, silky vocals and an imaginative and ensouled sense of storytelling. ... more

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