The Woodlands are Hannah and Samuel, a wife and husband indie folk-pop duo from Portland. They craft songs of melancholy and mirth that conjure faraway lands and the longing of lovers with timeless imagery that unearths both the shadow of tragedy and the glisten of wonder.
After marrying several years ago and backpacking through Europe and Central America, they returned to the US and continued writing songs together. They found themselves in a corner of their Portland apartment bedroom amidst an aged and worn wooden desk, elusive quiet night hours, and a homemade studio fort of blankets and pillows. There The Woodlands traveled the byways of one another's souls--seeking, listening and searching for words and sounds with which to share what they found. They independently recorded and produced their self-released debut album, which has been received with both national and international exposure and accolades.
In a burst of creative experimentation, a synthpop dance remix project called Heavy Hands Remix emerged in the repertoire. The Woodlands worked with close friend Chris Meyers to mix up a blissful electronic ruckus as they deconstructed and reshaped five indie folk tracks from their previously released debut album. Somewhere between the flurry of projects and the hum-drum of quiet life, the next full-length album is also now in the works for The Woodlands, as they continue to mine the songwriting ore from the depths of their cavernous creativity.
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UNTIL THE DAY DIMS
That day Saturday took us to your door
Sat in the kitchen with windows open so wide
Slowly candidly words were unfolding
Hands on the table and grasping, comfort our souls
And we’ll linger, until the day dims
Suddenly leaves us, then we’ll go
And we’ll linger, until the night falls
Flooding the sidewalks, then we’ll go
We tried not to collide with the moment
Wear it away like a photograph, yellow with time
Young spring it can be fleeting we gather
Holding the tones of our laughter, filling the room
And we’ll linger, until the day dims
Suddenly leaves us, then we’ll go
And we’ll linger, until the night falls
Flooding the sidewalks
Oh oh oh ohhhh... Oh oh oh ohhhh... Oh oh oh ohhhh
And we’ll linger, until the day dims
Suddenly leaves us, then we’ll go
And we’ll linger, until the night falls
Flooding the sidewalks, then we’ll go
© The Woodlands
credits
from The Woodlands, released 01 April 2009
