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WILDFLOWER

by Morgan Johnston

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daviddurand I've been wating eagerly for this since I head that it was in the works.

It's a lovely first album from an artist that I've heard perform live (though not enough times). I'm so happy to have a recording so that I can listen to these songs at any time. Recommended if you like beautiful singing and songwriting with rhythm, strength and grit as a foundation.
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1.
Wildflower 01:55
Well I haven’t got a plan And I haven’t got a prayer, It’s enough to add up to a bad romance You stir the pot and I’ll let it boil And I’ll meet you when my roots have grown Well I haven’t got a plan And I haven’t got a prayer, It’s enough to add up to a bad romance You stir the pot and I’ll let it boil And I’ll meet you when my roots have grown Kick it Ahhh ahhh Dig it Ahh ahhh Well you can take me to the backfields, just know, I’ll be my own damn wildflower Well you can try to plant me there And uproot me where I stand, But that’ll add up to a bad romance You stir the pot and I’ll let it boil, But I only grow where I wanna Kick it Ahhh ahhh Dig it Ahh ahhh Well if you took me to the backfields you’d know, I’ll be my own damn wildflower
2.
Holy 03:40
I can feel all the notes between Those and we hear and those we sing, But I know that the music’s in the silence And I have the strength to meditate on this Didn’t I warn ya? Didn’t I warn ya? I’m holy Holy I can feel all my limbs growing Beyond the muscles just now showing, Now I know I’m not just sticks and bones It’s not just my temple, it’s my soul that’s growing Didn’t I warn ya? Didn’t I warn ya? I’m holy Holy But I can feel all your inhibitions And I, too, am getting restless. Ooh I know that I’m no prophet and no saint, But I wanna help you to feel like you’re okay Cause you’re a song a pen stroke away From helping me get through the day And you’re a sculpture, Fragile and magnificent, A block of stone that’s already been defined As holy Holy Holy Holy
3.
Own the Beat 01:57
Have you ever heard, have you heard of a beat So miraculous you can feel it in your feet Feel it in your toes and your toes how they curl Like the curls in your hair, just don’t care I know that you heard, I know you heard of a beat So miraculous you can feel it in your feet Feel it in your toes and your toes how they curl Like the curls in your hair, just don’t care Cause I’m dancing to your own beat Unaware of where we should be Hold up the beat, but I’ll cut it loose Til we’re dancing to our own beat Unaware of where we should be Hold up the beat, but we’ll cut it loose like Dadadada, dadadada Dadadadadadada, yeahh Have you ever bust, have you ever bust out a move So ridiculous you can feel it in their eyes See it in their stares but the taps and twists From your head reach your hips, just don’t care I know that you bust, I know you bust out a move So ridiculous you can feel in their eyes See it in their stares but the taps and the twists From your head reach your hips, just don’t care Cause you’re dancing to your own beat Unaware of where you should be Hold up the beat but you’ll cut it loose Til we’re dancing to our own beat Unaware of where we should be Hold up the beat but we’ll cut it loose like Dadadada, dadadada Dadadadadadada Just like this
4.
I can’t tell if my speaker’s buzzing or if those are crickets I hear I won’t go camping, but every song I write is about the world out there I live in fear of the cold place between the shower and my towel I reach for swelling doors, they’re sticking lately, Oh maybe I’m just stuck in my ways Oh maybe I’m just real stubborn Or maybe I’m still perplexed But I swear there’s a symbol there I can’t seem to crack my back, though I keep turning around in my chair I told a freshman I didn’t have a pencil, what? It was already packed I got my braces off, there was a mark on my tooth that I’d forgotten about I never played with paper dolls, now I feel so torn and folded and flat Oh maybe I’m just real stubborn Or maybe I’m still perplexed, But I swear there’s a symbol there Oh I swear And I never swear, That too, I swear there must be, I swear there could be, There should be a symbol there
5.
Lady Luck and Miss Fortune Went on into town Not to buy a thing but to get some fresh air Lady Luck stalled when she thought of her chores Til Miss Fortune saw her shaking hand She said, are you afraid of who you are? Lady Luck and Miss Fortune Went down every aisle Not so much walking but dancing all the while Lady Luck stalled when she thought of her kids Til Miss Fortune placed a daisy in her hand She said, are you afraid of who you are? Lady Luck and Miss Fortune Found themselves at dawn Not within the town but laid out on the lawn Lady Luck stalled when she thought of her man Til miss fortune offered to hold her hand She said, are you afraid of who are? This was too real for a sign Too important for the right time Too sincere for them to be blind But this was too fateful to turn out just fine Under the stars and upon sharing their scars Lady Luck could ignore the question no longer Miss Fortune unable to look her in the eyes, Merely peered at her brows as she asked Are you afraid of who you are And you know what Lady Luck said, don’t you? I am, oh I am, you know I am, I am So Lady Luck had Miss Fortune walk her to the door Already back with her kids, her man, and her chores Lady Luck stalled letting go of her hand But Lady Luck had the misfortune of belonging to a man
6.
Point all your fingers, give away your guilt Use a weary old explanation For what you might've done if she Pointed her fingers, gave away her guilt Use a weary old explanation For what you know you've done to her I didn't ask for this, no, what makes you think I wanna know I didn't ask for this, no, what makes you think I wanna know I didn't ask to know when I didn't ask to know why I didn't ask to know how I hurt you Wait, wait, don't tell me Point all my fingers, give away my guilt Use a weary old explanation For what I might've done if you Pointed your fingers, gave away your guilt Use a weary old explanation For what I know I’ve done to ya I didn't ask for this, no, what makes you think I wanna know I didn't ask for this, no, what makes you think I wanna know I didn't ask to know when I didn't ask to know why I didn't ask to know how I hurt you Wait, wait, don't tell me Don’t hold your breath Count your fingers Of all the times I did you wrong Don’t hold your breath Count your fingers Of all the times I did you wrong Don’t hold your breath Count your fingers Of all the times I did you wrong Cause soon all that you do will come on back to bite you Oh bite me, there I said it
7.
The Waltz 03:51
And while they will tell you he had no spine He waltzed with the ladies divine, Spinning them round the ballroom floor Just tricking the turning of time And while by the time he took her hand The heat should have given her glow, The closer he drew her into him The more her doll features feigned flesh One two three, two two three, three two three one Three two three, two two three, one two three one And while all he whispered their fourth dance Was join me I need some air, That single white lie beneath the blue moon Was enough for any man to make madness And while she had moved with grace all night She now pulled back with a jolt Her heart catching on his sleeve pocket With a rithering* rip of regret One two three, two two three, three two three one Three two three, two two three, one two three one And while to the ball he did return His tunic now fresh and pressed The guilt that he wore was as plain to see As the crippling crimson of crime And while his old charm drew a lady in The room spun more than he did Waltzing so suddenly out of time He fled to the balcony breathless Breathless Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh… For while like the line of a song like such, One must look down to know what is next, Those women and men wish they never did At the sight of his splintering spine He fell one two three, two two three, three two three one He fell three more feet, two more feet, one foot then Three more feet, two more feet, one foot then Three more feet, two more feet, one foot then none
8.
Told you I’d light up your brain Didn’t tell you when or why Told you I’d light up your brain If you just gave me your hand Told you I’d mirror your fears Didn’t tell you they’re not mine to own Told you I’d mirror your fears If you just came in real close But if all things seem to conspire to inspire you and I Then all our hesitations must be insulting to the sky You and I Oh you and I Told you I’d open your mind Didn’t tell you it’s not my choice Told you I’d open your mind Just give me the command But if all things seem to conspire to inspire you and I Then all our hesitations must be insulting to the sky You and I Oh you and I But I forgot what you told me Did you mean what you said What we tell ourselves matters Ooh I forgot what you told me Did you mean what you said What we tell ourselves matters Oh it matters, it matters It matters to you and I Oh you and I, you and I, you and I But if all things seem to conspire to inspire you and I Then all my hesitation must be insulting in your eyes

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Wildflower (noun):
1. A flower that is determined to seed, grow, and blossom where it wants to

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released September 8, 2019

All songs written by Morgan Johnston. Songs performed by Morgan Johnston on guitar and lead and background vocals, with the help of Armand Aromin on fiddle and stomping, Ric Allendorf on second guitar, and Taiward Wider on cello. Recorded by Chaimes Parker at Big Nice Studios in Lincoln, RI. Album artwork by Red Herring Factory.




Thank you…

Chelsea for inspiring me to Own the Beat that is unique to me, whether it’s as graceful as The Waltz or as silly as the way we danced in the living room growing up.

Mom for holding me, both figuratively and literally, at home and over the phone, every time I’ve had to face the things in life that make me say Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me.

Dad for reminding me during late night pep talk after pep talk that I can transform Miss Fortune into Lady Luck through song, even as my doubts tell me otherwise.

Debra Mann and Barry Brown for teaching me to find Some Semblance of Symbolism in each and every day, an act which is nothing less than Holy.

To you (yes, you!)— friends, family, and friends and family I haven’t met yet— for supporting me in becoming my own damn WILDFLOWER.

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Morgan Johnston Rhode Island

Hailing from Rhode Island, Morgan Johnston is a folk singer-songwriter stomping, strumming, speaking, and singing her way to empowering both herself and her listeners. Currently studying to become a music therapist, she is inspired by the natural landscape of places as much as the emotional landscape of human experience and the healing power of music. ... more

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