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Heart like a Lev√©E by Hiss Golden Messenger (CD, 2016)

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Title: Heart Like A Levee. Heart Like a Levee. How could I forget?. They would be rare in that regard. And then-driven by monthly bills and pure fear-I left for another tour, carrying a load of guilt that I could just barely lift.

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Product Identifiers

Record LabelMerge Records, Mrg

UPC0673855057507

eBay Product ID (ePID)25046076844

Product Key Features

FormatCD

Release Year2016

GenreRock

ArtistHiss Golden Messenger

Dimensions

Item Height0.46in

Item Weight0.26lb.

Item Length5.71in

Item Width4.97in

Additional Product Features

Number of Discs2

Number of Tracks19

Country/Region of ManufactureUnited States

TracksBiloxi, Tell Her I'm Just Dancing, Heart Like a Levee, Like a Mirror Loves a Hammer, Smoky's Song, Cracked Windshield, As the Crow Flies, Happy Day (Sister My Sister), Say It Like You Mean It, Ace of Cups, Highland Grace, Blackeyed Boy, After the Colors, Together's Just a Word, Living Above the Waterline, Strawberry Girl Reel, Little Rain, John the Gun, Vestapol (Is Where I'm Bound)

NotesIn M.C. Taylor's own words: The writing of the songs that became Heart Like a Levee started in a hotel room in Washington, DC, in January of 2015 during a powerful storm that darkened the East Coast. At that time I was feeling-more acutely than I had ever felt before-wrenched apart by my responsibilities to my family and to my music. Forgetting, momentarily, that for me, each exists only with the other. How could I forget? Though maybe my lapse was reasonable: I had just quit my job, the most recent and last, in a series of dead-end gigs stretching back 20 years, with the vow that my children would understand their father as a man in love with his world and the inventor of his own days. They would be rare in that regard. And then-driven by monthly bills and pure fear-I left for another tour, carrying a load of guilt that I could just barely lift. But in that snowy hotel room I found the refrain that became my compass: I was a dreamer, babe, when I set out on the road; but did I say I could find my way home?