"Flagrant Orange deals in folk rock that wanders into interesting indie territory fairly frequently."
- The Portland Mercury


Rose


A single red balloon Blown by the breeze Torn from her hand when she fell And scraped her knee. She sees the sliver moon Before the dawn And ravens keep on singing Her favorite song. Rose, Rose What are you doing here? Rose, Rose What else could you fear? Standing on the Hawthorne Watching the lights And the little paper boat she dropped Drifts into the night She has been gone so long And has so far to go But is the world flat or round? She still doesn’t know Rose, Rose What are you doing here? Rose, Rose What else could you fear? She opens up the doll Only to find There is another smaller one Hiding inside A single red balloon Blown by the breeze Torn from her hand when she fell And scraped her knee. Rose, Rose What are you doing here? Rose, Rose What else could you fear? Rose, Rose Your love is all you own Rose, Rose And you were never alone

Love Song


Don’t know the singer or the band, But I know the words ‘cause the song is sad. Don’t remember what I should, And I can’t forget what I wish I could. Each ending, every start Just more graffiti on my heart. All of the little boxes We carry a heavy load All of the little boxes Why can’t we just let go All of the little boxes Our broken dreams inside All of the little boxes Show me yours, I’ll show you mine I am Alice crying at the crossroads, The Cheshire Cat he laughs at my woes. He says, “Alice, don’t you know? “You take the path where you want to go?” All of the little boxes We carry a heavy load All of the little boxes Why can’t we just let go All of the little boxes For scars that we would hide All of the little boxes Show me yours, I’ll show you mine I’ve nailed my left hand tight. Will you help me nail the right? So many times, I have been wrong, But I still fall for love songs. I still fall… All of the little boxes We carry a heavy load All of the little boxes Why can’t we just let go All of the little boxes Is there still hope to find? All of the little boxes Show me yours, I’ll show you mine