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The pictures, all faded, they’re all washed and grey. The paint chips all litter the floor. The roof is caved in where the dog used to lay and new life creeps up through the boards. Slowly erased is the fortune of a man. To be swallowed and sunken below.

Sunday afternoon.
The sun will be setting soon.

Push all the vines back on the shrunken old doorway where we finally found our way in.
Show me the windows where the warm apple wine sat. Never to grace them again.


Light wanders in through the windows unscathed. It’s a shame I can’t do just the same. Careful of footsteps. It seems time somehow weakened this frame. A fortress once stood where these ruins reside. There’ll be no more protection here.

Sunday afternoon.
The sun will be setting soon.

Push all the vines back on the shrunken old doorway where we finally found our way in.
Show me the where your grandfather’s dad sat and tasted the sweet afternoon.

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from Where You Have Been, released January 1, 2007

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Brian Wheat Charleston, South Carolina

Brian Wheat, Charleston, SC songwriter and Buffalo, NY native has taken his time developing his unique compound of jazzy Americana. Wheat conveys a Willie Nelson-style honesty and straightforwardness in his performances. ‘Lounge’ is redeemed in a no-nonsense Rufus Wainright fashion through the rose filter of an 80’s era Austin City Limits session atop Cake-style rhythms. ... more

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