L. L. Larkins
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About Laura

Her last c.d. met its mark in the pop genre, but you can still hear a blue note
in a folk tune, a deedle-dee in a rock groove.  Larkins' third album continues to spin
songs with melodic zings tucked into velvety vocals.  Crossing genres is still apparent.

If interested in this music, please contact Laura.


Videos
Black Coffee Black Coffee
Wind Swept Down Wind Swept Down
Meet Me Meet Me
  Please listen to sample music here



Since there’s always far more than meets the eye,
Laura would rather tell you about herself
through poetry and songs…
(The following haven't even been recorded yet)

How much does faith weigh? Laura Larkins

Chasing a feather in the wind?
The essence of things hoped for?
The evidence of things not seen?
So, that's why faith evaporates so easily.
Maybe he wants to see a little more from me…?
How much does faith weigh?
      How much does faith -- weigh?

Placing my future in a friend;
Taking the next step out on a limb?
Why does new conviction hang the scales on me?
That’s why good intentions seem sworn to secrecy…
How much does faith weigh?
      How much does faith weigh?

I’m reading the good book almost daily;
It’s just not good enough to behave.
If Jesus isn’t real right here,
He’s reaching through a world away--
and all my life to woo this wraith’s thread of faith,
feathers woven into a cloak of angel leather…
How much does faith weigh?
      How much does faith weigh?


Dark Horses - Laura Larkins

We turn our pockets inside out
But we are not without--
Resources
The pretty dark horses that run---
In the night.

Bind up the limbs
That once were swift!
Release the legs that hobble!
The lips that lisp are filled with life
And spirits bruised,--- flyin!

We turn our pockets inside out
But we are not without--
Resources
The pretty dark horses that run---
In the night.

Those slippery snakes that
crept into the camp
The Master has
transformed
to stepping stones,
and works of art that shine
redemption.

We turn our pockets inside out
But we are not without--
Resources
The pretty dark horses that run---
In the night.


Sugar Pie - Laura Larkins

Peaches in the park
And plums on the borderline- -
Pears in the alley way
And crab apples making jelly on the fence line.

Chorus: Sugar!    on the vine,   
I miss mama’s autumn pies,-- oh I ----
             Sure miss mama, Sugar Pie.

Springtime makes me high--
berries after roses;--
Nothing tastes so lovely
As the pure summer sugar on the vine poses.

Chorus: Sugar!    on the vine,   
I miss mama’s autumn pies,-- oh I—
             Sure miss mama, sugar pie.

(pause)
Bridge: Crumblin’, tasty, waftin’, baking,
thank you, please with homemade ice cream!

Wander on the banks
But I ain’t singing no blue tune.
Now’s the best ‘fore winter
The shadows are long in-- the afternoon time

Chorus: Sugar!    on the vine,   
but I miss mama’s autumn pies,-- oh I—
             Can almost smell mama’s sugar pies.
             Sure miss mama, sugar pie.


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