Milk of the Moon
Milk of the Moon is an album by American folk singer/guitarist Greg Brown, released in 2002. It peaked at #48 on the 2002 Billboard Top Independent Albums charts.
Reception
Writing for Allmusic, music critic Chris Nickson highly praised Brown and wrote of the album "Brown doesn't so much tell stories as suggest them, letting them work their way into the imagination. And in that way, he's a master, an American icon." David Cantwell of No Depression wrote the album "finds Brown further developing his art in a rare but welcome direction... Brown’s rugged and arresting baritone, his every careful word, matters all the more."
Music critic Nicole Solis wrote for Acoustic Guitar "Brown considers his role as a musician to bring people together, and his evocative songs explore the range of emotion found in human interaction. He lovingly recounts tales of loneliness, memories of a father and son, and true love, then lays bare the earthy and occasionally darker side of relationships." John Kreicbergs of Popmatters wrote "Brown’s gift for weaving delicate melodies and biting lyrics with his characteristically rich baritone has never sounded better..."
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by Greg Brown
Milk Of The Moon
by: Greg BrownMorning is a siren, evening is a bust
Memories fade, pocketful of dust
I moan to you like a mourning dove
Mistakes are made along with love
On the day you opened up the door
I saw the future slip away, time is just a whore
If you can get any closer, oh please do
I can only dance when I dance with you
I'm drunk on moonmilk, I'm high up in the air
I know a woman she is silk there and there and there
With a kiss she wakes me up, she always leaves too soon
As she does she fills my cup with the milk of the moon
Open up the window, smell the rain
I kiss the pillow where your head has lain
Open up your wild and secret heart
And your flower, the tenderest part
I don't know when we'll meet again
Now will have to do 'til then
In a bed hot and wet like tears
We slept one night for years and years and years
I'm drunk on moonmilk, I'm high up in the air
I know a woman she is silk there and there and there
With a kiss she wakes me up, she always leaves too soon
As she does she fills my cup with the milk of the moon
Your gifts I'll cherish and I'll save
The look I see upon your face is the only thing I crave
When you're gone I'll try to get some rest
And dream you sleeping on my chest
I'll send you songs to carry you to sleep
Won't be so long we'll have this watch to keep
Loving you is the best I know of home
I'll be thinking of you hard hard hard as I open up my
arms
I'm drunk on moonmilk, I'm high up in the air
Oh, woman, you are silk there and there and there
With a kiss you wake me up, you always leave too soon
As you go will you fill my cup with the milk of the