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@pushfarther
Will Foote and Alex Wilder
Nora Willauer: cello, Sophie Davis: violin, Will Foote: guitar, Alex Wilder: guitar
Song based on Will's experiences in upstate New York. Million view goal set by Alex after he persuaded Oberlin College to let him major in popular music. A million views by graduation day will show that he's putting his education to good use.
Please leave a comment. There's also a blog at: pushfarther.com
Lyrics
One night I climbed a silo Climbed a silo to sit on top Not many people know about it 150, pretty steep drop Found a picnic table waiting up there I saw the stars that night and felt the air Push farther, the stars above the silo say Push farther, they say
New York hills and farmland Remind me of the ocean If you go out far enough Instead of water, grass in motion Hard to get to when you don’t own a car On a bike it feels like twice as far Push farther, the waves of endless farmland say Push farther, they say
The Avenue of the Elms Long road and shady ground At the end there’s a chapel But the steeple has burned down One night I went there, in my bare feet I saw the moon where the steeple would be Push farther, the fires that burned the steeple say Push farther, they say
Extra Verses::
Seven miles of woods and snow On cross-country skis Hiked an icy hill and saw A mansion before me Two dogs and a carpenter appeared Working there for 17 years Push farther, the carpenter and the two dogs say Push farther, they say
They call it the Grass River One morning I put in I canoed through woods and marshes For hours on end An old man at a cabin said, “Come sit” So on his narrow dock, I talked to him Push farther, the old man and the river say Push farther, they say
Words and music by Will Foote, Alex Wilder, and Malcolm Brooks ©2013 Beauchamp Point Music