12" Vinyl with artwork by Glen C. Davies and lyrics sheet insert.
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Morgan Orion - vocals, guitar
Chris Strand - upright bass
Wesley John Johnson - drums
Matt Bell - lap steel guitar
Recorded by Aaron McCallister at Earth Analog in Tolono, Illinois on 2" Tape and also by Wesley John Johnson in Urbana, Illinois and by Morgan Orion in New Orleans. Mixed by Stacey Harvey in London, England. Mastered by Dan Meyers in Long Island, New York.
Written by Morgan Orion Reisman in the summer of 2012.
Can I confess that I cannot conceive
of a world which to live in thout my Genevieve
and in a thousand years, when they find my bones
I hope they're tangled and broken
with those of her own
Oh, Genevieve, best thing I ever saw
Dark as a moonless night, sharp as a raven's claw
Oh, I will attest that there's been no reprieve
of my wanting and wailing for my Genevieve
If you had her my boy, you'd want an hour glass
Tall as the sky through which your whole lives could pass
And I'm just like sand, everyone's fingers I leave
When I'm struck with the beauty of my Genevieve
Oh Genevieve, best girl I ever seen
Just like and actress, up on that silver screen
When her light goes away I'll take my match and sieve
and scour my mind for the memories of my Genevieve
Well, when I was born I came out with ease
Knowing of my lifetime ahead with my Genevieve
She walked like the moonlight on my childhood eaves
Now her hair scatters cross my face with the autumn leave
Oh Genevieve, oh my Genevieve
will you walk into winter with me passed the barren trees?
If you require a sweater, I will weave the sleeves
of a lifetime of loving you, my Genevieve
of a lifetime of loving you, my Genevieve.