Winter Wheat
Winter Wheat, John K. Samson
Lyrics
Woke up in a parking lot, air-mattresses gone flat, the sun selecting targets for the shadows to attack. So make a visor with your hand and squint at where you’re from—a lonely line of buildings you can block out with your thumb. Salute the ways we tried. And no one knows we’re anywhere we’re not supposed to be, so stay awhile and watch the wind throw patterns on a field. This crop withstood the months of snow, the scavengers and blight, tuned every ear towards a tiny lengthening of light, and found a way to rise. We know this world is good enough because it has to be. Allow the hope that we will meet again, out in the winter wheat. Find me in the winter wheat.
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Artist Bio
John K. Samson
Inspired by the search for connection and community, his hometown of Winnipeg, and our individual and collective struggles with addictions to drugs, screens, and fossil …
Contact
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Official Site
www.facebook.com/johnksamsonmusic
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Publicity
Christine Morales
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Licensing
Hector Martinez
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US Booking Agent
Frank Riley High Road Touring
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EU Booking Agent
Grand Hotel van Cleef Musik
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EU Label Contact
Alma Lilic
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Australia Label Contact
Dave Jiannis
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Canada Label Contact
Tonni Maruyama