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Hours (live)
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Hours, the first song from Allison Crowe's new album, Welcome to Us, is especially well suited to Allison's dulcet voice. It's a treat, chimes Allan Showalter, who maintains Cohencentric: Leonard Cohen Considered with erudition and fine-tuned eleganc
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"Soulful. Alive. Joyous. Grievous. Real, true, music is what I want to make."
"Ever wonder what it would have been like to listen to a gifted singer/songwriter from Saskatchewan in a small, intimate hall before she became Joni Mitchell? Don't fret the missed opportunity. There's no need to turn back the clock. Check out Allison Crowe..." Robert Reid, The Record (Canada) "Allison Crowe has a voice to fall in love with. She is from Vancouver Island in Canada, descended from Scottish, Irish and Manx stock. She's exactly the sort of artist who can make serious headway on her own label and that's just what she's doing." Record of the Day (UK) "Once famously described as possessing a style akin to 'Elton John meets Edith Piaf', the Canadian singer-songwriter Allison Crowe is renowned for her ability to blend control and melodrama." MOJO (UK) "With the soul of Janis Joplin and the tenderness of fellow Canuck Sarah McLachlan, Crowe rocks with her own unique brand of roots charm." Exclaim magazine rock - gospel, jazz - grunge, classical - blues, folk - soul; a voice that unites genres and generations
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Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
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Peak #94
Peak in subgenre #23
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Allison Crowe
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Allison Crowe
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April 28, 2018
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Hours Composed by Allison Crowe All this shifting of hours Moves towards the light And the presence of the emptiness Gives up without a fight And the movement of the river Goes towards the sea And my absence of fulfilment Presents itself to me These pockets of the sky Are turbulent at best We laugh when we are frightened Not at our own behest The chattering of spirits Keeps me wide awake It isnt something stolen But its something I cant take The sound of screaming beauties Cry themselves to sleep Whatever I hold on to Is nothing I can keep I run my hands across the stone now And slowing down my breath I havent gone but I am fading I scare myself to death Dont be scared Its just the wind And the minutes Dont know where to begin We are getting older But its not amounting to anything *(and it all adds up but who is counting)* to anything so just let go. *last time through
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