“Cut the weight of what is too sharp to hold.
So surround yourself with good people.
I know it’s painful, but we can stand.”

That part we get.  And we have yet another favorite song to pass along.

The band, Lost in the Trees, has circumnavigated the indie scene via Chapel Hill, North Carolina, the Berklee College of Music, and back to Chapel Hill.

There is a buzz about ’em, like honeyed wires and jealous bees.

We like the emotion and electricity combined with strings, not to mention the group vocal attack and lyrically oblique agenda (yes, oxymoronic, we grant you).

Check it out.

“Like an old man walks to the end of his life.
And he’s carrying his bag of bloody knives.
Pass them out and say, “Hold them tight.”
Here’s a weight too sharp to hold.
So I’ll take true love, and I’ll cut it up with scissors.
And I’ll throw it in the fireplace.
We can disappear together.

Cut the weight of what is too sharp to hold.
With my paper soul and I hear it’s painful
as to forgive and you’re still angry.
If I can’t heal my heart, forget me.

So I take true love, and I’ll cut it up with scissors.
And I’ll throw it in the fireplace.
We can burn it out forever.
Why is life so hard?
And I’ll cut it up with scissors.
And I’ll throw it in the fireplace.
We can disappear together.

Cut the weight of what is too sharp to hold.
So surround yourself with good people.
I know it’s painful, but we can stand.
And if this plan can’t work, then tear my hand.
With a paper soul healing is painful.
As is to forgive, and you’re still angry.
If I can’t hear my heart, forgive me.”

Lost in The Trees–Fireplace

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