Things We Liked to Hold

by Spider (Jane Herships)

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spidersongs records 2010

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released 01 January 2010

Mixed by Rob Girardi

Drums/Percussion Devin Maxwell
Drums Michael Lowry
Drums on "Good Things, Bad People" Steven Kurtz
Drums on "remember the time..." Katherine Lieberson

Bass/Kevin Farrell
Bass/Keys/David Morrin
flute/Clarinet/Matt Pierce
additional vox/Leah Carey
keys on "remember the time..." Teeny Lieberson


additional recording
Matt Marinelli
Matt Boynton

additional recording/mixing
Yale Yng-Wong

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Spider (Jane Herships) Brooklyn, New York

"Spider doesn't own a car, she doesn't ride a bike, and she certainly doesn't take the subway or the bus. She rides a horse wherever she goes. It's not for the attention, or because she wants to be eccentric, she doesn't have to try at that, she's just herself..."

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Track Name: White Snake
White Snake

I Dreamed of a time
When little hands were holding mine
And the plans, that we made,
Had fallen apart and gone away
And in the end you'll find
Not all of us were meant to shine

A fleeting glimpse
A knowing look
One last kiss
Can you be there for me?
The air was always there for me
And in the end you'll find
What little hands had in mind

And, babe
Are you there?
Is it too late,
Do you still care?
If your loved one
Sticks around
While little hands hold you down
And in the end you'll find
Hands that hold
Are hands that bind
Track Name: Snow Melts in Summer
It was late
And I was dreaming
Of your fingers
In my hair

Tell me why
Am I still dreaming
Of the one
Who will not be there

In the evening
There is longing
For tender hand
On tender head
And the longest, loney hour
Lies between the feather and the bed

Then why does true love come together?
What was broken, now repaired
My true one has done and found me
Through anothers' love whose failed