Samadhi: Home Is Where You Are

by Kala Farnham

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Kala Farnham is a multi-instrumentalist avante-garde folk songwriter hailing from New England. Laced with thought-provoking storytelling that springs to life with rich metaphor and cultural references ~ and carried by classical piano undertones, Celtic harp, folk guitar, and a playful dose of Broadway theatricality ~ her second full-length studio album is sure to take you on a heartfelt journey of adventure and homecoming.

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released August 23, 2016

Recorded and mixed by Mark Thayer at Signature Sounds Studio in Pomfret Center, CT
Mastered by Ian Kennedy
Duplication by Oasis CD Manufacturing
Artwork & design by Brett Laffert, Kala Farnham, and Dale Farnham
All contents copyright 2016 Kala Farnham

All songs written by Kala Farnham except Wildfire (lyrics based off of poem written by April D'Amato), Home Is Where You Are (lyrics by Kala Farnham / music by Kala Farnham & Brandt Taylor), Simple Gifts (written by Joseph Brackett / arrangement by Kala Farnham), and Sappho (ancient Greek poem by Sappho set to music by Kala Farnham)

Kala Farnham: Piano, celtic harp, baritone ukulele, Rhodes, xylophone, bells
Duke Levine: Electric guitar, mandola, lap steel, banjo
Brandt Taylor: Acoustic guitar, baritone guitar, bass
Daisy Castro: Violin, cello
Nick D'Errico: Drums

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Track Name: Quaker Hill
LYRICS:

You moved into an apartment in the city
Where the rent is pretty cheap; I hear the streets are pretty mean.
You are surrounded by conspiracies and dreams
And I just don't know how I fit into that scene.

So sweet thing, won't you meet me half in?
I'll come as far as Quaker Hill; the rest is on your end.
So sweet thing, won't you meet me half in?
Bend a little, won't you bend?

I've heard things about this place, the trouble runs amuck
I wouldn't count my blessings just knowing my luck
Losing you would be a knife to my heart
But I just don't feel at home in this town.

So sweet thing, won't you meet me half in?
I'll come as far as Quaker Hill; the rest is on your end.
So sweet thing, won't you meet me half in?
Bend a little, won't you bend?

All these years you've been hear
Make it clear you're irreplaceable
All these roads we call our own
Make it known we can't stay here together.

So sweet thing, won't you meet me half in?
I'll come as far as Quaker Hill; the rest is on your end.
So sweet thing, won't you meet me half in?
Bend a little, won't you bend?