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Windchimes
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Windchimes was released on April 6, 2018 by Doctor Gwynn, Madison woman as a part of the album Grannybaby
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Release DateApril 6, 2018
LabelDoctor Gwynn, Madison woman
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ashlee Sullivan
Ashlee Sullivan
Vocals
Nina Soto
Nina Soto
Bass Guitar
Leah Schultz
Leah Schultz
Viola
Breslyn Jacobus
Breslyn Jacobus
Drums
Allison Bua-Demus
Allison Bua-Demus
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allison Bua-Demus
Allison Bua-Demus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allison Bua-Demus
Allison Bua-Demus
Producer
Buzz Kemper
Buzz Kemper
Engineer

Lyrics

The leaves are committing suicide
One by one
Re-collecting in the places
We used to have most fun
And the drive here was amazin’
All the stories that were spun
The heavy weight of dying things
Seemed to outweigh the su​n
The irony of someone saying
You should travel where you wanna go
Well if I had the money, honey
You’d think that I would know​
When you ate off silver plates
New clothes not long ago
Meet you for tennis if I could
But you might have to go it alone
Meet you for tennis if I could
But you might have to go it alone
Windchimes in the autumn-time
Are somehow creepy now
Why’s it always change so much
The context or the clouds
Why’s it gotta change so much
The context or the clouds
Tuesday at the chain restaurant
Couldn’t help but stop and stare
Your wrinkles kind, your hands were wise
I watched you eating there
I’m sorry how you went that day
You didn’t deserve the pain
Were it not for the tall cider in front of me
My eyes would started to rain
Windchimes in the autumn-time
Are somehow creepy now
Why’s it always change so much
The context or the clouds
Why’s it gotta change so much
The context or the clouds
Down the hill where the trees go tall
I remember what was shared
Not even the wisest oak tree knows
How that car could be repaired
I hope it found peace in solitude
And that neighbor kids weren’t rude
‘Cause there’s no shortage of joy ahead
But ours are first world problems
Windchimes in the autumn-time
Are somehow creepy now
Why’s it always change so much
The context or the clouds
Why’s it gotta change so much
The context or the clouds
Windchimes in the autumn-time
Are somehow creepy now
Why’s it always change so much
The context or the clouds
Why’s it gotta change so much
The context or the clouds
Written by: Allison Bua-Demus
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