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Meg Hutchinson
"It has been said of New Folk Award winner Meg Hutchinson
that "she has accomplished more in her first few years of performing than some
musicians accomplish in an entire career." In the spring of 1997 Hutchinson
independently released her debut self titled CD and in 1999 she completed her
second album"Against The Grey." This year Meg was selected to perform in the
Kerrville Folk Festival's New Folk Concerts where she was chosen for the 2000
New Folk Award.
Hutchinson describes her sound as, "lyric-based, post-punk, post-feminist (but
not post-modern) folk-pop, barn-raising music with perhaps too much idealism
and maybe a touch of the real sad blues." Meg has already performed in national
venues such as Club Passim, Caffe Lena, The Towne Crier Cafe, Club Helsinki
and The Bitter End. She has appeared on numerous television and radio shows
including the Time/Warner Production Sounding Board and shared the stage with
performers such as Odetta, Rory Block, Lucy Kaplansky and Dan Bern."
- quoted from Meg's Web Page
Visit Meg's Home Page at www.meghutchinson.com.
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to download The Promises of Children by Meg Hutchinson (MP3).
(See lyrics below)
Song Title: The Promises of Children
Words and Music: Meg Hutchinson
Vocals and Guitar: Meg Hutchinson
Additional music from Meg Hutchinson
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The Promises of Children
by Meg Hutchinson
Children on the swings
Was it autumn? Was it spring?
When they promised each other everything
A porch facing west
After years of correspondence
A testimony to divine plan
Now the vans and the planes
The buses and the trains
Converge in my mind one common goodbye
And I come bearing maps
Yeah room to room with my Atlas
Do you have any idea why I leave so fast?
It's 'cause at night I dream of boats
That I cannot seem to steer
And acres of flowers under glass
It's 'cause at night I dream of words
That won't spill off in the bath
Do the promises of children ever last, ever last, ever last?
Yeah, I walk the midnight aisle
Ceremoniously tired
Married to this empty cart, this mile
Neither moving east, nor absolutely west
We excuse our little dreams as duel honesties
Still at night I dream of boats
That I cannot seem to steer
And acres of flowers under glass
Still at night I dream of words
That won't spill off in the bath
Do the promises of children ever last, ever last, ever last?
Children on the swings
Was it autumn? Was it spring?
When we promised each other everything?
A porch facing west
After years of correspondence
A testimony to divine plan
Now I only dream of boats
That I cannot seem to steer
And acres of flowers under glass
Now I only dream of words
That won't spill off in the bath
Do the promises of children ever last, ever last?
'Cause now I only dream of boats
That I cannot seem to steer
And acres of flowers under glass
Now I only dream of words
That won't spill off in the bath
Do the promises of children ever last, ever last, ever last?
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