DESCRIPTION:
W-S Burn live 2007 Denton, TX

Amanda ("Pixie") Beddard: vocals, wind chimes, lyrics
Steve Gigante: electric guitar

From the self-released album, "One Egg's Way of Becoming Other Eggs" (2006)

Lyrics:

"I drag my feet in the wedding procession
and I can remember not being this person before
with the borrowed dream and the blue disposition
a white dress on a common whore
but I know what I am now doesn't quite fit me
I know who I am not anymore
the dress is just a rental
the guests don't even know me
and I never went to Bali
and his eyes are haunting me
he never got an invitation in writing
he never got past my cheek
he never got inside of me
there is only this moment
there is only this moment
and never is not going to happen
never is not going to happen
and I'm clawing at the altar because God isn't in there
and I'm tearing the veil right off"

Auto-translated Spanish review of 'One Egg's Way of Becoming Other Eggs':

"'Oh, sometimes your face just glows, I'd pick you if you were to rose' - with this phrase and a hiss W-S Burn say to us hello on its fourth disc. again recorded in four tracks and again hidden under a story bundle(wrapping). Amanda Beddard (Pixie) and Steve Gigante are different of these attractive couples(partners), guy Kath Bloom y Loren Mazzacane Connors, that fulfill the instrumental agility thanks to a complicity, now yes, capably of sealing any crack. the fact of having gestated its discs in a trailer hidden in the forests from Knoxville determines a sound that he(she) reminds to the race recordings, recordings of blues or rural folk where cracks, crickets(shoots) rattled of tapes or vinyl are so important as the voices or the guitars. they keep on singing to the need to be free, to the sheets of the trees, to the sleep(dreams) that are fulfilled and to that not, to the fingers that cross hoping that the destination should change, to the born tears of not finding God when more he(she) is needed, Johnny Cash or to love when it corresponds(fits) and makes laugh. for the way there slip in mini arrangements of rope, some flute, small bells, smiles and the sensation of having found the light capable of illuminating any facing sorrow(regret) of the oscuridad.filed under: more than a disc, a climate"