Summons - Field Report

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over the water outside of Mobile
allowing the sunset to take her time
I've been putting off the knowing in a
pink and orange haze while the
oil rigs are feeding me lines
and the pines, straight and tall, fly past, looking out on a
hundred mile barcode or prison bars
and I'm whispering the Lord's prayer over
every bridge I go across
try to summon up the strength not to
swerve into the cars

I'll be coming home to you

drunk hotel halogen bathroom mirror
gonna conjure up the courage to call up a ghost
I've been picking at the cancer;
smear it on my chest over my heart
like a salve where it burns us the most

I'll be coming home to you


did you fall in love again while I've been away?
in my dreams I'm in another man's clothes
I got all these friends in Durham but I never know their names
If I had to, I could probably make it home
I've been two weeks dry, in a bar every night
I've been pissing coffee, quinine and lime
and the fog's been lifting; I'm doing alright
i still can't look nobody in the eye

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Field Report is an American folk band formed in 2011 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The band is led by singer/songwriter Christopher Porterfield (a form member of the Justin Vernon-led band DeYarmond Edison.

Field Report, an anagram of Porterfield's surname, was culled together in the studio while recording their 2012 self-titled debut. They suddenly found themselves championed by their former idols: offered support tours by Counting Crows and Aimee Mann, lauded by the likes of Mark Eitzel and Richard Thompson, and covered by Blind Boys Of Alabama.

The band honed itself from a septet to a quartet in the year that followed, focusing its sound and tightening the screws. With a heavy batch of songs under their arms, they retreated to snowy Ontario in December 2013 to record their sophomore album, Marigolden, with the help of producer Robbie Lackritz (Feist).

After time roaming around the US playing tiny venues and sold-out amphitheaters alike, Porterfield was uncertain whether he was leading the charge toward an artistic epiphany or headed down a misguided path of self-destruction. Marigolden reflects this, as he ruminates across homesick tension and an un-grounded anxiety. But rather than wallow in melancholy, Porterfield finds solace and inspiration through his songs, which reveal themselves as uplifting and celebratory. The album is brighter than their 2012 debut, but somehow remains just as elegantly ominous. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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