Sarah Carpenter

Sarah Carpenter

BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Political, philosophical poetry set to genre-bending arrangement.

Biography

I was raised in a commune in Indiana in the seventies, and then the woods of Maine. My sheltered life drew me to the stage, and as I slowly faced the realities of a big world; love and rejection, courage and failure, dreams and compromise, I wrote songs to find my way through.
I have, since childhood, been inspired by the poetry and honesty of Leonard Cohen, the Indigo Girls, Ellis Paul and James Taylor, as well as the voices of Eva Cassidy, Joan Baez and Barbara Streisand. To their influences, I've added a bit of darkness and hope from my experience, and found my own voice from theirs.

Lyrics

Red Maples

Written By: Sarah Morehead

Amidst the red maple groves
the mud squished in her toes
as she climbed to the top
of her tree
by the leaves that she held
and the pumpkin she smelled
she could tell what it meant
to be free
so she skipped through the breeze
then she feel to her knees
and she let out a terrible scream
she's a child of a war
that we choose to ignore
the battle we call the American Dream

And she has money in her pocket
and she has honey in her dough
and she won't settle for their freedom
'cause she says
that there's more to know

she knows about why
the rocketships fly
and that you can't touch an angel from there
and she's slept with the moon
and the ocean's perfume
with the sand running into her hair
and to many it seems
that she lives in a dream
when she waked up she'll find
the world's mean
but she lets it pass by
with the gentle reply
I'm living a life
that's perfectly clean

And she has money in her pocket
and she has honey in her dough
and she won't settle for their freedom
'cause she says
that there's more to know

Like Jericho's wall
Berlin watched it fall
as the children surrounding it screamed
and the dynamic tension
of each new invention
has reality bursting its seams
yet the flag e'er it wave
while we all misbehave
and honor is honored no more
while our empires are dying
Jerusalem's crying
she can't see an end to this war -
but what's this?
Oh! The water.
and what's this?
Oh! The sunrise.
did you see the last snowfall?
a miracle after all
a river carves a canyon
it's gentle companion the Earth quakes
the sea shakes
the stars are exploding
the leaves sing an unending tune on the breeze, oh!
Listen...listen...listen...

Amidst the red maple groves
the mud squished in ther toes
as she climbed to the top of her tree
by the leaves that she held
and the pumpkin she smelled
she could tell what it meant
to be free.

It's Possible

Written By: Sarah Carpenter

Darkness turned bright
Blindness to sight
Wrong made right
It's possible

Princes and poor
Even the score
Hunger no more
It's possible

***We have one great light in our world, which governs the day.
But in the absence of that light, in this darkness of night that overwhelms our hearts, there shine a million lesser lights, made of the very same same stuff.
And even though these smaller lights can't turn the night to day, they bring beauty and hope until, at last, the dawn returns .***

Your kingdom come
Your will be done
All men as one
It's possible.

Discography

Instead of the traditional method of releasing songs as compilations on albums, I have chosen to focus on one song at a time. Like a painter, I treat each work as an independent canvas, telling its own story in its own way. Releasing them one by one into the digital world. Red Maples is my first to be released. Others will follow, one at a time as they are created.

Set List

I am not performing live as of now. The song is available for sale at www.myspace.com/sarahcarpenter