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Fruit

from Rale by Louise Connell

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I’m a crooked, wizened
Pile of old dreams
That shift all around
Shooting down my nerves from
An old mind
To the muscles in an old hand
And I’ve seen countless lives
I’ve never lived
Little smooth knuckles
Forming so many perfect fists

I’m not asking
I’m not wanting
But sometimes I hear a laugh

When it’s quiet
And it’s dark
When I feel more love
Than I can comprehend
And I have to talk aloud
Even when no one’s around
Slap the back of my own hand
List all the reasons that I can’t

I’m not asking
I’m not wanting
I’m not asking
I’m not wanting
But sometimes I hear a laugh

There’s no garden
There’s no orchard
Fruit is trampled
Fruit is foraged

I’m not asking,
I’m not wanting
but sometimes I hear a laugh

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from Rale, released May 16, 2019
Written by Louise Connell
String arrangement by Stuart MacLeod

Louise Connell – vocals, ukulele
Stuart MacLeod – electric guitars, bass guitar, rhythm programming
Henry Priestman – Hammond organ, piano
Iain Sloan – pedal steel
Ross McFarlane - drums
Amira Bedrush-McDonald – 1st violin
Aisling O’Dea – 2nd violin
Felix Tanner – viola
Su-a Lee - cello

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Louise Connell Glasgow, UK

“A diverse, deep-vein double album which vaults her into contention as one of the most insightful and pertinent songsmiths, anywhere, to have emerged in recent years.”
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