Listening to Thirteen is like walking through a raspberry patch: the sultry flutter of sun and shadow through the leaves, the flash of blood-red berries, the sudden snag of thorns. Sweet. Captivating. A little dangerous. There's no using it as background music; it pulls your attention away from anything else. But it's worth every minute you devote to listening to it. Most highly recommended.
- Elizabeth Barrette

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Emerald Green
by Michelle Dockrey & Tony Fabris

      Vocal: Michelle Dockrey
      Guitars & Bass: Tony Fabris
      Drums: Scott Irwin
      Piano: Alisa Garcia

I was raised in castles made of maple, fir and pine
Sheltered under fortress walls built of fire and snow and time
I grew up in cliffside caves playing tag with sand and Sound
Walked on hidden city streets buried deep beneath the ground

I'll show you heights of stone and steel, a city brave and bold
That the rainfall turns to silver and the sunset turns to gold
Nestled down in velvet mountains and water's satin foam
Where alchemy is everyday routine
And of all the jewels I've seen
Emerald green is the color of my home

You never know a city 'til you walk its streets at night
Lay your hands on sunlit stone, or catch the scent of dawn's first light
In watercolor autumn or the tapestry of spring
When you listen for the little things, you can hear my city sing

I'll show you heights of stone and steel, a city brave and bold
That the rainfall turns to silver and the sunset turns to gold
Nestled down in velvet mountains and water's satin foam
Where alchemy is everyday routine
And of all the jewels I've seen
Emerald green is the color of my home
And the roads that bind my family like a thousand ribbons tied
Show me cities with their own enchantments, mystery and pride
I feel their magic, hear their call, and their beauty I'll attest
But the fairest is the one that knows me best

I feel a whispered welcome when I come home to the land
Where the bridges tread the water and the driftwood paves the sand
Where the lakes are clad in diamonds like the mirrors of a queen
And the skyline is a living thing of forever evergreen

I'll show you heights of stone and steel, a city brave and bold
That the rainfall turns to silver and the sunset turns to gold
Nestled down in velvet mountains and water's satin foam
Where alchemy is everyday routine
And of all the jewels I've seen
Emerald green is the color of my home

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