Stay Warm

by Esther Golton

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Jerry Rockwell Esther's vocals are incredibly spellbinding. Some music just reaches out and grabs you immediately. This album is extremely diverse, and features Esther's innovative dulcimer playing, along with some fine accompaniment and great production. Favorite track: Where Is The Field.
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The midnight sky all stars and black Like darkened glass and glitter Suggests that I go back inside And wait for warmer weather So here it's New Year's Eve again And everything keeps changing I raise my glass and toast the Gods In charge of rearranging All of the world is designed to remind you All of the light you could find is inside Under all of the noise What's it like to be overjoyed In spite of day-time planners higher standards Dreams defended There's not a single thing that's turned out Quite like I intended And so you learn that holding on Is nothing less than panic When big things fall apart Then hearts get that much more gigantic All of the world is designed to remind you All of the light you could find is inside Under all of the noise Are you scared to be overjoyed It used to be a race to see Just who'd get there the fastest But this frozen night it's only right To consecrate the madness All of the world is designed to remind you All of the light you could find is inside Under all of the noise Here's your chance to be overjoyed
Wouldn't it be lovely to name your daughter Nectarina Sphere of sunshine ripe and reddened Tender sweet and tasty, too Wouldn't it be lovely if she were a ballerina gauzy skirts and arabesques and slippered toes like sleek bamboo Nectarina, Nectarina Dance horizons, rise and set Fill the hollows Dart like swallows there is no tomorrow yet Bright the smiles we oft forget Wouldn't it be dreamy To date a boy named Avocado dark and dashing, cloaked in leather creamy butter-soft within Wouldn't it be dreamy If he had no false bravado swing his axe, observe the tracks and quietly be listening Avocado, Avocado Ripen to the rain and wind Roll your sleeves and laugh like leaves Goals & weeds & things to thin Rest upon my loving skin What if Nectarina took a shine to Avocado And broke out in a sunny smile while trying on his name What if Avocado went all shy with Nectarina She's too smooth and I'm too rough We're not at all the same... Nectarina, Avocado I will find them in the woods an autumn stroll with stories told of how they came to where they stood Both found the other's heart-shaped pit was good
Needle 'n' thread pushing up through the mud sunny soil birdsong spilling on a table fingers spare and lean and nimble... Needle through a bead and another bead and another bead of the other color pushing out strong --- springtime sunny soil sunny soil Fireweed Ladies, Fireweed Girls Polymer clay rolled thin as a leaf roll it out roll it out in the sunny soil --- color on the other color layer after layer then roll it to a butterfly thimble Jackie and the Beanstalk long stem thigh high Stitch another row and another row weaving layer after layer – Sun's not going down anytime soon... so bud and bloom, bud and bloom... Fireweed Ladies, Fireweed Girls Cotton & silk & fur & fleece rainy day rainy day, knit another row and another row, purple and pink on the road like a long scarf stretchin' out yonder (to the fireweed fair) Soup in the crockpot, birch bark, needlework patch'em all together in the warm soil rainy days open up proud and plump and full and laughing... Fireweed ladies, Fireweed girls Oh snapshots, stickers and sunny smiles, pretty smiles cut 'em out glitter-paste handmade pretty paper scrap book, pretty paper smiles, wild and whispy... Scraps in a basket, beads in the box Chitter chatter pitter patter pass it on pass it on Rusted red and taken by the wind to the cool ground Gone to seed, gone to seed... Fireweed Ladies, Fireweed Girls...
Simplified Translation: “Ask! Who can I ask? Should I ask God? Why this fighting? What are people dying for?  It is problem is as old as humanity. To what World can I go? Where is a safe place? I want to live in Paradise. I’m going now to find my peace with God....”
Where is the field, Boy? Where is the field? It’s over the spokes of a turning wheel, Walk still Boy, walk still… What’s in your bag, Boy? What’s in your bag? A tourniquet fashioned from feathery steel, Do spill, Boy, do spill… Believe in the wind, Boy Believe in the wind. It will lift you and carry you to the moon, Fly soon, Boy, fly soon… Where is your love, Boy? Where is your love? It’s sowed in the seed of the winter wheat, It’s green, Boy, it’s green… Where is the field, Boy? Where is the field? It’s over the spokes of a turning wheel, It's over the spokes of a turning wheel, It's over the spokes of a turning wheel, walk still boy, walk still boy, walk still....
Joe Sutherland lived North from here, log cabin on a lake Homesteaded there after the war with his love Elaine When work was done, the wood was cut, the baking set to cool They’d go on down to Echo Point to see the river’s view They’d call Hello….. The river bent and twisted there, it ran so cold and deep A quarter mile from shore to shore, the current tossed and leaped Dark water rushed between steep hills, the West side Curry Ridge Elaine would dream of crossing it, she wished there was a bridge Joe was sleeping when she left the house, he woke up with a sigh “Elaine” he said, she wasn’t there, he thought that he would die This land had never felt so big, the river never so wide He stood alone at Echo Point and all alone he cried… Hello… It’s 30 years now since Joe died and no one lives there still The path they took is overgrown and hidden on their hill I’ve heard from several local guides who’ve rafted there downstream They’ve heard a sound come from that hill and echo like a dream… Hello…
Stack it all under the chokecherry tree ready to go, ready to go White petaled honeysweet memories ready to go in the morning Annie Dillard, Thoreau, Guides for the field words overgrown till the path is concealed Lay them all down 'neath the chokecherry tree Lay down... Slinky thin nighties for a 20 year old Ready to go, ready to go a fabric so threadbare the nights become cold Ready to go in the morning Rickety ladders, tired old tools level and square – you built by the rules Lay them all down 'neath the chokecherry tree Lay down... Pennies from Europe and silk from Japan Ready to go, ready to go clutched to your heart then released from your hands Ready to go in the morning Wheelbarrow roll, lighten my weight Goodbye to the good to make room for the great... Then lay in the shade of the chokecherry tree Lay down Stack it all under the chokecherry tree ready to go ready to go
Call me up, look me up, ask me how I’ve been I’ll tell you fine Pick me up, drop me off, have some cheese and crackers, have some wine I pretend to listen to you talk about yourself Your lips are moving, I say uh huh, I say mmm hmmm, I say... Well, well, what can I say to you? I’m letting my world fall away from view It’s almost like I’m in a movie scene ‘Cept I’m just a shadow behind the screen Took my shoes in for repair, couldn’t find a shoe fix anywhere They were broke, what a joke, tossed ‘em in the trash, I’m a good American I can buy them new 10 bucks, who really needs a shoe fix shop? Just like your vacuum cleaner, boombox, TV, air conditioner Blender, blue jeans, VCR, electric razor... trash ‘em all... Well, well, what can I say to you? I’m letting my world fall away from view It’s almost like I’m in a movie scene ‘Cept I’m just a shadow behind the screen Think I’ll get me a carpet, so I can sweep the dirt under it Think I’ll find me a new man, Casper Milktoast this time dammit I can change my life real good, just like everybody says I should Go to work to pay the bills, consume a lot of booze and pills To keep the headaches and the thoughts at bay, then find a doctor Keep me going, keep me going, there’s no dying in this living death Just keep me going, there’s no dying, keep me going... Well, well, what can I say to you? I’m letting my world fall away from view It’s almost like I’m in a movie scene ‘Cept I’m just a shadow behind the screen God bless America God bless me and you We live off the Land of Low Prices So God bless Walmart, too....
I... I wanna take a picture of your face in the morning Sometimes You don’t look so good Sometimes You sit there yawning You’re a child with no direction You’re a spider with seven legs Why can’t you see what you’re gonna be today? Why can’t you be, just plain ol’ be, today? I... I wanna take a picture of your face when you’re dreaming....
The stepmother sun in the twilight has come It’s a cold, cold day She sees me here coatless and shivering pale She calls but then scolds me away “Oh Lady of Winter won’t you please let me stay I want to feel you on my skin” But her light is a warmless one, brittle and mean My sigh turns to frost as I follow my footprints back in Oh - Wintered in.... Miss Aurora you have such a beautiful name Befitting a girl of your grace I’d gladly brave 40 crystal clear nights Just for a glimpse of your face So often you tease us and leave us in want One shimmering sweep then you go Oh pity the sleep-laden eyes of the dreamers Who lay unsuspecting in bed while you swirl your hello... Oh - Wintered in.... The wind and the dark are a hooligan pair laughing and howling in glee disturbing the peace of this ice shrouded eve taunting sheew whistle woo tee lee dee I would come out and join you fine mischievous boys Heed your swaggering swashbuckle dare But no - I'll play it safe in the warmth of my cabin Throw birch on the fire to light the walls' withering stare Oh - Wintered in....
Did you greet the sun this morning, despite his late arrival? Did you know there was a stowaway dangling from his rays? 'cause I sent a message with him - and signed it with a grin I hope he dropped it off for you today Stay Warm... 'Cause I'm thinking of you way up north, as I adventure on Remembering cozy gatherings - the sweet times that we make Potlucks, music, homebrew, laughing & grumbling about the town Midnight skiing 'round the moonlight lake Stay Warm... I'll put that lazy sun to work Tell him to thaw your frozen piece of earth I'll beam you gentle crocus smiles the smell of soil the sound of birds I'll dream you little fiddleheads just waiting to unfurl Stay Warm...


Adventurous mountain dulcimer, flute, & a sincerely expressive voice. Artful lyrics & entrancing multi-genre instrumentation. A love song involving a nectarine & an avocado. Esther's 3rd CD is a real gem for creative souls.

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released May 6, 2013

-Engineered/mixed by Pat Fitzgerald & Robin Dale Ford at 10th Planet Studio, Fairbanks, Alaska
-Mastered by David Glasser at Airshow Mastering, Boulder, CO
-Produced by Esther Golton, Pat Fitzgerald, & Robin Dale Ford


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Esther Golton creates music that satisfies the quest for something delightfully different & diverse. Her voice is "silky smooth, precise and winsome." Add an unusually intricate use of the mountain dulcimer, stunningly fluid flute, & melodic, colorful writing, strengthened by formal studies in flute, jazz & composition. Peter Mulvey has praised her work as "solid, beautiful, vibrant...inspiring. ... more

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