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Yarrow

by Kim Anderson

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Sven B. Schreiber This was a spontaneous purchase decision, because I immediately liked the first notes I grasped while test listening. The tag "chamber folk" certainly is appropriate due to the excellent classically-inspired string and wind arrangements. You can think of it as folk rock or alternative country with chamber music elements as well. Anyway, great songwriting and orchestration throughout the entire album. Favorite track: The Arriving.
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Beautiful! I can’t wait for the full release.
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1.
Yarrow 03:38
These cemetery grounds I wander through them aimlessly The wild Yarrow grows among the solemn stones A hieroglyph of names Faded by centuries of wind I rock the bones to sleep Singing softly to the graves Oh, wild Yarrow The grass beneath the trees Is scattered with the first autumn leaves I feel a great release I am part of all I see Shadows fall and cover me
2.
By The River 04:22
Do you remember when we were children We made companions of our shadows And we were queens of gasoline-drenched waters And all the city was our castle We used to walk along the Hudson River Paint Hieroglyphics on the pavement We grew like weeds among the rocks and pigeons Arms outstretched, reaching for the day’s end Dust in our hair, summer wind at our feet In this place we turned from girls to women The streets like fingers reached out after us The car alarms screeched with some crazy rhythm A song we felt we were the guardians of Dust in our hair, summer wind at our feet The troubadours and crazy folk are imprisoned In a pristine maze of galleries They’re pressed like butterflies between glass panels To document the genius of the street I remember our place by the river I went back, but they’d paved over it An unfamiliar skyline stood behind me But I stayed to watch the sunset (They haven’t changed that yet) Dust in our hair, summer wind at our feet
3.
Emily 03:07
Emily, where are we going You drive the car, you don’t make conversation Every day, we do the same thing The parking lot, the diner, the gas station Looking for the answers to your questions Gazing out along the open road At scenes of plenty and of desperation Trying to satisfy your restless soul Maybe the town ahead holds your salvation And if it doesn’t, drive on to the next one You disappear a little each day ‘Til you are dust along the highway On the ground beneath my feet is where I’ll stay But nothing makes a sound as the world around you falls away, Emily Watch the houses go by row after row It’s funny how one place looks like another Traveling can turn a man to a ghost A stranger to the stars he’s sleeping under Do we even recognize each other? You disappear a little each day ‘Til you are dust along the highway On the ground beneath my feet is where I’ll stay But nothing makes a sound as the world around you falls away, Emily
4.
Easy 03:15
Turn on the radio The station plays a song we used to know When things were easy Outside, the field’s full of snow You watch the winter birds, they’re flying low And they look so carefree When things were easy, when things were easy The station plays a song we used to know When things were easy Hours turn to days that pass You learn the things you love are bound to change, And it isn’t easy Tracing your face in the glass The features seem to brighten and to fade Hard to see it clearly It isn’t easy, no it isn’t easy You learn the things you love are bound to change, And it isn’t easy
5.
The Fig Tree 01:48
What do I do, Do I clear the room of traces of you Tell me how exactly to proceed To purge my memory Because all my indifference melts away from me Each time I hear you speak We go fruit picking, Climb a tree and then we get to talking And it seems I can’t escape this thing Though I’m trying We fall in love with everything And I forget I meant to leave
6.
White Water 04:41
Skin and bones Lit up like electric ghosts Exit sign Hangs above us like a joke Hide in the light, hide in the light Burning and bright, burning and bright Farther ahead, just out of sight Sirens singing through the night Watch the clock Can’t sit still, I’ll take a walk Scattered thoughts Like empty space between the rocks Hide in the light, hide in the light Burning and bright, burning and bright Farther ahead, just out of sight Sirens singing through the night (White water pulls me under I hear a voice like thunder White water pulls me under The light is getting closer)
7.
Letter 04:32
October fifth, I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and good health Three weeks and a day Have passed since we reached the border of the territory My dear sister, You cannot imagine this place, with its canyons so wide And a stillness so great Settles over the landscape Neighbors we have few, Most days we settle for our own unvaried company But we must make do, We live quite simply, in truth, we live much like the Indians You’d smile to see How the country has changed me, My hands rough and strong like a sailor’s, My skin’s gone all brown After hours in the sun There have been days When evening fell and I felt so tired, Lord, and overwhelmed And strange inhuman cries Resounded far across the dark and howling forest But when I feel such fears taking hold in my chest, I need only look up At the star-studded sky, And I feel I could fly Sometimes I miss The lively city from which we long ago departed This here’s a wilderness That’s suited for none but the brave and brokenhearted But do not think To worry and fret after me, For I’m getting on fairly—I hope you are well, And I yearn for the day When your sweet voice will call to me again
8.
Meteorites 04:41
Some things in life are hard to master, Others come more easily It isn’t difficult to love you But it’s hard to let you be Hard to set you free You talk as though we’re strangers, You act like nothing’s changed I can’t afford to play those games You pile your careful words so high, precarious around you Let me be the bull that shakes the ground And sends the whole thing crashing down Though I know My words seem so out of place And too sincere, Shot into empty space Still here’s one thing That time cannot erase: Nights grow clear, and meteorites light the atmosphere My head spins, the world that I know’s at a standstill Because of you Lately I feel so unsettled I almost broke down crying today We struggle against the floodwaters of the paths our lives have taken And watch each other float away We cannot find a clever thing to say Though I know That our chance came and went And you are just an unfinished sentence In the margins of a letter I’ll never send— Still, nights grow clear, and meteorites light the atmosphere My head spins, the world that I know’s at a standstill Tongue-tied, everything seems so remarkable Because of you
9.
The Arriving 05:16
I am a lonely witch On an uninhabited island I walk and gather stones And I wait for a ship to pass me by It’s not the waiting that I fear No, it’s the arriving Free now that I’m forsaken, Unafraid when the sky shakes my island with lightning I let the light in It doesn’t matter if I scream, Or sing out loud— Hear my echo resounding, My loneliness surrounds me No, it’s not the waiting that I fear the worst, It’s the arriving I am a lonely witch On an uninhabited island Maybe the place I came from Wasn’t anything more than an illusion It’s not the waiting that I fear No, it’s the arriving Free now that I’m forsaken, Unafraid when the sky shakes my island with lightning I let the light in It doesn’t matter if I scream, Or sing out loud— Hear my echo resounding, My loneliness surrounds me No, it’s not the waiting that I fear the worst, It’s the arriving
10.
Crawling out Out of the darkness Not the light And the thick clouds breaking Too many to have meaning Like prayers, repeating—

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Yarrow is Kim Anderson’s debut album, and also the name of a small, delicate flower native to the Northeastern United State, often found growing in wide open fields and abandoned places. The songs on this album evoke images of both wild, expansive spaces and fragile, intimate detail.
Kim has found inspiration for her songs in the beauty of overgrown, forgotten urban spaces, secret corners in New York City that she grew up wandering in. Her lyrics and orchestration aim to conjure up richly detailed landscapes and a feeling of exploration, be it a walk through the wilderness, or the experience of uncharted territory in one’s own mind and in the complexity of human relationships. Kim wrote and/or arranged all the songs on Yarrow over several years, reflecting different stages of her personal and musical development.

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released April 6, 2018

recorded at Gradwell House in Haddon Heights, NJ

engineered by Christopher Andrew McDonald
produced by Benjamin Lazar Davis

mixed by Christopher Andrew McDonald

mastered by Joe Lambert at JLM Sound

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Kim Anderson New York, New York

Her music walks the line between many genres, incorporating the lyrical intimacy of folk songs with the delicate, detailed instrumental arrangements of chamber music. Raised by jazz musician parents in New York City, she grew up absorbing a diverse blend of musical genres, continuing on to study composition more formally at New England Conservatory in Boston, MA ... more

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