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Love Letters

by Rosa del Duca

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1.
Prison Break 03:44
She writes a letter, and then another She writes another, another letter They all tell her they feel for her Such a waste of law enforcement resources And when should they arrive In time for visiting hours? And what should they bring to see her Does the prison allow flowers? She gets a letter, and then another From another, another sender They all tell her they’re no stranger to danger Loyal to a fault and always hit their mark And what does she want or need They’ll stock her commissary There’s just one thing: could she Promise to put in a good word when she’s released? She writes a letter, and then another She writes a letter to all the up and comers Hello boys I owe you a thank you For the simple little luxuries I’ve put to use Piece of cake to find a guard to seduce But as for the good word with the boss, I’m sorry I’ll have nothing to do with it I’ll be gone for good, wish me good luck That I’ll be home soon It’s just not the home I know I guess I’ll be on the road Or maybe I’ll take a boat See the new world and the old Me this new girl, in from the cold I’ll be gone for good, wish me good luck That I’m running home I’ll be gone for good, wish me good luck That I’ll find home soon
2.
Lonesome Dove, she never liked the sound of and Uptown guy, he took off his ring Naiveté keeps her busy scheming and Uptown man tries pretending he’s in love with her Downtown the high rises Have views of unending blue The blue sky meets the blue sea And the bombshell is blooming Broken down, Broken up She’s been broken down Since the uptown guy Let her fall off a high rise Blue, blue is the sky meeting the sea Blue, blue is all she’s feeling Lonesome Dove, can’t seem to outrun History’s meant for repeating A year to the day back at the very same place She tries her best to throw him away His letters fall down the Smooth tall walls high over the city So why does it always seem to be It her who’s falling? Broken down, Broken up She’s been broken down Since the uptown guy Let her fall off a high rise Blue, blue, as far as the eye can see Blue, blue is all she’s feeling Don’t worry, I won’t leave her on a ledge over the city I’ll have her come down the stairs, out the door, out into the street Where someone’s bound to be paralyzed In the blue eyes of a lonesome dove Paralyzed in the blue eyes of a lonesome dove, are you We’ll see what we can do, about this unending blue
3.
Sugar, sugar Like sugar, sugar I took binoculars, you took too much You were banking that I wouldn’t notice Half a mile in the badlands of red Mud and sagebrush, cactus In Painted Canyon buffalo still roam and Hawks circle high on wind The hills make mazes and you amaze me like Richard Brautigan's Watermelon Sugar So sweet, so sweet You asked me to marry you with a ring You had carved and polished, maple burl I’d been saying yes to you for years But with my eyes, I only wished you could hear Now I’ll say it out loud in the land of lost buffalo Where the hawks circle high on the wind The hills make mazes and you amaze me like Richard Brautigan's Watermelon Sugar Sugar So sweet We’ll make a great many things out of watermelon sugar here The deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar
4.
That Summer 04:24
It started so early on a San Francisco morning By the Bay and I remember when the sun hit your face I was singing my songs to the drifters and the coffee sippers Wandering up and down the pier that summer From there we drove up north through the Redwoods past Confusion Hill, to the land of mismatched clothes Manifestos and bat cave houses, the woods painted on the walls I was singing my songs to the artists and the sous chefs and the Loopers and the daughters of ukulele strummers, that summer You took me places I burn to see around the bend The diagnoses all say I’ll never see you again Quite the same As that summer we were lovers, driving cross the plains Through the mountains, down the rivers, around the lakes To that next town and the next town, the next town and the next The next town and the next town, I knew how to wear us down That summer, That summer, yeah The wind pushed us into Bozeman, the rain drove us out of Red Lodge In Wibaux Montana, the floods were raging And I was singing my songs to the absent fathers, oil riggers Australian waitresses and fantasy writers, that summer CHORUS
5.
It’s a feather in a living room And the sense we know the way There is no morning in the evening No gatekeeper we have to pay Maybe the sky starts at our feet Maybe we love those long acres deep I can find a man with a compass From all directions I had to face From all the demons I had to chase Love remembers location Location forgets affection Affection minds no fences And fences have no sway It’s why we travel and how we explore It’s why he took us back and forth It’s what we do when we can’t do anymore Back and forth to the true, wild north He didn’t balk when we were artists He let us try and let us fail Never told us who we were Taught me how to drive a nail Who knew a nail could join us Who knew that history would take ahold Who ever said we had to listen When they told us we’d get old Time forgets the details Details require space Space is what we made here Here is where I know his face CHORUS
6.
Wikileaks 04:00
It all started in the green machine She joined at just seventeen After the world came crashing down Thought she could help, and she believed That’s not what happened at all She stood guard spring summer and fall Then her world went up in flames All due to one tapped call Start, start the saline drip, the saline drip Drip down to the watchdog now She knew some things that she should not At least that’s what the agents thought So they left her out on patrol Hoping to god that she’d get caught She found a small dark place Started building a massive case And when they came to take her out They could find not one trace Watch, watch the saline drip, the saline drip The watchdogs are lapping it all up now One thing remains when you’re hiding You want to, you want to reach out One thing’s a danger when you’re Anonymous You want to take the mask off She picks locks with bobby pins She’ll come inside like a wraith in the wind So ready to come unhinged Writing love letters to Snowden and Manning See, see me now, I’ll show you how Call off your dogs for the night. Love, love me now, I’ll show you how Call off your dogs for the night. The night, the night I said call off your dogs for the night
7.
Abilene 03:57
She works overnight at a grocery store The empty aisles play tricks on her mind He stops by sometimes, half past five Heading to his shift on the line And he brings her wildflowers, Goes to work to count the hours And as soon as he sees her again He’s asking Would you leave Abilene? Would you pick up and go Don’t say no, Maureen She’s heard those words before Whispered soft from men in the store Shouted loud from men on the street Written on notes pleading to meet She won’t fall for them again. But every day he’s there, saying Come away, the summer’s late I’ve only got so much time to wait Would you leave Abilene? Could you pick up and go There’s nothing here for you Maureen The scene plays out, night after night A week passes, then three then five One day he comes hours late Guilt written all over his face He’s leaving town, can’t wait anymore Not for the girl, with so guarded a heart Outside, he shouts his goodbye I’ll be back, write to me When you’re ready to leave Abilene Something takes over, she says Wait for me Wait, don’t leave without me I’ve seen enough of Abilene Let’s pick up and go, and I’ll follow your lead And that was the seed, he said, of me and your mother Maureen
8.
Here we go, step off on the right foot Here we go, leave your fears behind We’re all climbing toward a sense of an ending It’s the climb of our lives We don’t know what we’re going to find Don’t know how many of these ties will bind My path is not the same path as yours None of us have done this before So let’s hear it for: We all go up the mountain alone together Here I go on my own, but you’re with me We all go up the mountain alone together Singing the song I hope you’ll miss me Please say you’ll miss me Will you remember me, will I remember you Will we remember anything? I’d like to think that you’ll remember you, I’ll remember me Part of everything There are many footsteps where we go So many people whose lives we’ll never know We wonder if they all thought what we do now Cause at the top you see there’s no way forward, but down So let’s all go down the mountain alone, together I’ll hold your hand for as long as I can Going down the mountain alone together Knowing exactly where we all land, some kind of never never land We all go up the mountain alone together Here I go on my own, but you’re with me We all go up the mountain alone together I hope when I’m gone you’ll miss me
9.
It’s been raining for days and days No sign of the sun, no sign of the moon The house is flooded All three rooms I write you a letter Dear --, how are you? I’m caught in the storm Such a very long downpour Won't you send help if this reaches you I’m floating away, pulled by the river Can’t help leaving, when all I want to do is stay here with you You answer my letter with a letter of your own Dear --, I’m underwater too But hold on I’m coming I’m coming for you I read your letter water up to my eyes The house is breaking away, I’m saying my goodbyes Goodbye town I’m leaving all too soon I’m floating away, pulled by the river I can’t help leaving, when all I want to do, is stay here with you, I’m floating away can’t resist the river Can’t help leaving When all I want to do is stay with you
10.
Another lap around the sun This one nothing like the last one Must be the 21st of June and I don’t want to be anywhere but with you Let’s pack our bags and go To the place that we know At the height of summer in the height of snow You call it “the true wild north.” Let’s take the pontoon out Take a lap or two around This lake that you crave All the way from Californ-I-A You and me make the best memories Deep in Itasca County You say it’s like the head and the heart The great big very start Of Ol’ Miss, Ol’ Mississippi Just like the branches of a river Someone thought to split the word Veritas and there’s truth in this A truth in Itasca County Let’s put the snowsuits on The ones from the 70s They always make us laugh Like the basement makes you sneeze We’re as home as we can be Deep in Itasca County CHORUS

about

Love Letters was written piecemeal over the span of a few years, when my band, Hunters, wasn’t recording or gigging. In true DIY spirit, I recorded everything on my own over the summer of 2015, as my first baby bump grew from “cute” to gigantic. Being pregnant as this album came to life was especially peculiar and exciting. I wondered how much the baby could hear, whether she’d grow up to play music too. I harbored the songs in the same way I harbored the baby’s kicking: like a fantastic secret. And I was keenly aware how both the album and the tiny person inside me would emerge and quickly become their own entities, no matter what my intentions. I hope you enjoy listening to these songs as much as I enjoyed creating them.

credits

released November 15, 2015

Hugs and kisses to Nicholas Leither for unending inspiration, chops on the harmonica and for designing the album's artwork. Special thanks to Mark Zizzo and Mike Carnahan for Pro Tools advice and moral support. Much love to Will Decher and Leila del Duca for listening to early versions with keen ears.This album is dedicated to Itasca del Duca Leither.

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Rosa del Duca San Leandro, California

Rosa grew up in Montana before moving to California. She now lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, where she works as a journalist, writes creatively, and makes music both solo and with her folkpop band Hunters.

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