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Barely Contained  : CD
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Barely Contained : CD

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Includes US shipping! "The Mamas and the Papas having coffee with Cole Porter."

The Levins EP- recorded as they left CA and moved to NY. Folk-pop with sweet 1930's overtones.

Barely Contained 2009 The Levins

My thoughts and my body are not me. I can play them both like a violin. Their melody reminds me of who I am and where I’ve been. I once saw a

Includes US shipping! "The Mamas and the Papas having coffee with Cole Porter."

The Levins EP- recorded as they left CA and moved to NY. Folk-pop with sweet 1930's overtones.

Barely Contained © 2009 The Levins

My thoughts and my body are not me. I can play them both like a violin. Their melody reminds me of who I am and where I’ve been. 
I once saw a fish in a tall tree, when she saw me she began to grin She said, “Your melody reminds me, there’s water in air” and she started to swim.

Chorus: I’m barely contained, you can’t buy how I feel. I give it away, I’m a bright summer’s day with the Colors of Fall. 
I’m all things at once, and I’m nothing at all.

I used to think power was outside, and that strength was just a muscle show. Strength funnels through from the inside. I can bench press the world by just letting go.

I once saw a rose in an old book, when she saw me she began to grin. She said, “Your melody reminds me of who I am and where I’ve been.”

I’m barely contained, you can’t buy how I feel. I give it away, I’m a bright summer’s day with the Colors of Fall. 
I’m all things at once, and I’m nothing at all.

Breathing is more than a pastime, it’s a fine line And you can’t hold on. Laughing is healing and loving is really a wind chime; It’s a song. Chorus. I’m all things at once and I’m nothing at all. I’m all things at once and I’m nothing. I’m all things at once…

My thoughts and my body are not me. I can play them both like a violin. Their melody reminds me of who I am and where I’ve been.

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