Little Bit Of Blue

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released March 19, 2013

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What Time Is It, Mr. Fox? Boston, Massachusetts

Baroque pop meets neo-soul in a steamer trunk.


"Time has come for Mr. Fox" Boston Herald
"Catch him as his star rises" Time Out NYC


Members:
Brian King - voice, guitar, keys
Nathan Cohen - violin, trumpet
Mike Leggio - upright bass
Lori Perkins - hammond organ, piano
Nate Greenslit - drums
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Track Name: The Ladies' Tree
The Ladies’ Tree
words & music by 3rian King

Heard voices on the wind
Soft whispers from the sky
Sweet voices on the wind
Echoing inside

I took up arms for war
Arms for my country
Took up arms for my France
And raised her up a king

Blood for my country
Spilt from the heart of me
Shed for my country
To raise up a king

Left by my country
Now charged with heresy
A bargain for the enemy
Abandoned by my king

They pile up kindling
Flesh will be burning
They lay wood for my death
And say they’re men of God

I heard an angel
Be good and go to mass
Like my mother bade me
Be good and love God

I heard an angel
Come down to counsel me
But they say no angel
They blame The Ladies’ Tree

Blame it on The Ladies’ Tree
Build fires under me
Murder maidens in the flames
And say you’re men of God

Flowers will fall now
White petals to the ground
Just as these ashes fall
Fall from The Ladies’ Tree