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by Sally Anne Morgan

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Beekeeper 03:27
The Center 03:43
The ground could open wide, and swallow me inside To hear an echo, to see the dark Stone no light, has ever touched It’s always been here, the dark the center Digger of holes, eater of stone Secret creatures, sacred worms  Mineral water, cycling seeps To ancient pools, growing teeth Under the ground, under where we stand Walking blind, holding out our hands Universal tomb, universal womb Bury me, carry me  Bottomless, under our feet Holy darkness, eyes cannot see Swallowed up, we return, to ancient pools, forgotten forms We are eaten, becoming other, again a child, again a mother
Dawn Circle 07:03
There’s birdsong, in the damp morning air It’s always dawn somewhere We walk through the grass, the dew soaks our shoes We stop and kneel down, our faces to the ground And never tell a soul, our secret ritual  Say a prayer to the morning, say a prayer to the day May my hands be steady, may my mind be still Put a pot on the stove of my favorite meal May the work come willing, not to waste it away To sleep easily at the end of the day Sweep the floor and chop the vegetables, we’ll do it all again, just like we did before Say a prayer to the mother, say a prayer to the child There’s birdsong, in the damp morning air It’s always dawn somewhere We walk through the grass, the frost underfoot We stop and kneel down, to take a closer look And never tell a soul, our secret ritual  Say a prayer to the season, say a prayer to spring May the thaw come early, may enough rain fall, may the garden grow to feed us all, may the apple trees blossom, may the blossoms fruit,  may the sun feed the leaves, and the leaves feed the root,  a fence to mend and always a chore, we’ll do it all again, just like we did before. Say a prayer to the season, say a prayer to the day,  say a prayer to the circle, say a prayer to the star.  Say a prayer to the birdsong, say a prayer to the worm
Summerwater 04:06
Summer drifts by, fat and wet Full of watermelon and salt The season measured, by time spent in the water Oceans of rivers and pools  We’re swimming in the dark In the deep the end Letting our masks dissolve, watching our edges bend And just like in a dream, I find I cannot talk The words won’t leave my mouth or they come out so overwrought And you say it so well, your words unfurling, splitting me open, like ripe fruit bursting Sing to me sing in to me, that I might rise with the dawn And drink the coffee for the cream, and write it all down A gift a from a dream, from the deepest waters, a lesson to keep our waters clean Summer drifts by, fat and wet, full of watermelon and salt
Awake 04:35
I drink nothing but the dew of the morning And I bathe in the night time rain Cold clear waters running over This feeling that has no name Awake, Awake you drowsy sleeper Awake awake it’s almost day  I eat nothing but the wild wild berries And forest shoots of the brightest green When I sleep it’s in a bed of soft mosses,  Am I the dreamer, or the dream  Awake, awake, you sleepwalkers  We’re all sleepwalking through the day  Awake, awake, you drowsy sleepers Rise up, rise up now, it is day
Oh after morning, there comes an evening And after after evening, a new day And after false love there comes a true love I’ll have you listen now to what I say My love he is as fine a young man As fair as any the sun shone on But how to save him I do not know it For he is sentenced to be hung As he was marching the streets of Derry I’m sure he marched up right manfully Being much more like a commanding officer than a man to die on the gallows tree  What keeps my love so long a coming Oh what detains her right long from me Or does she think it some shame or scandal  to see me hang the gallows tree  He looked around and he saw her coming As she rode swifter than the wind I’ll show them now that they dare not hang you I’ll crown my love with a bunch of green
Diamond Joe 04:01
Born hungry two minutes past midnight The night the ginkgo leaves fell from the ginkgo trees The night they say the leonids streaked across the sky Though we didn’t see them we were staring in your eyes Sacred dyad wherein a dozen times a day I muse upon my charmer Whose sea shell swirls Ears that light shines through The softest skin I’m sinking into What wondrous love is this Oh my soul Hush my little baby, lay down your head Sleep so deeply in your little bed Hush my little baby, don’t you cry I’ll sing to you a lullaby I’ll sing to you a lullaby Sweet dreams, my love my little one Please don’t you wake before the sun But if you do, and you call for me, I’ll hold you close until you sleep I’ll hold you close, the whole night through, I’ll hold you close, and sing to you


Multi-instrumentalist Sally Anne Morgan’s rich, intimate and modern music is cultivated with the seeds sown by folk, contemporary music and psychedelia. Her work exists in conversation with the living tradition of reinterpreting folk practices, from her music to her letterpress artwork to her microbrewery Leveller Brewing Co. Alongside new interpretations of traditional songs, Morgan also composes her own pieces drawing on her a vast knowledge of folk forms, and experience with her work as part of The Black Twig Pickers and House and Land (with Sarah Louise). Her music is traditional in the sense that she continues the practice of folk songs’ rich history in social and emotional narratives yet remains completely unbound by traditional song structures and forms. Infused with her singular perspective, Morgan’s music is elevated by her deft musical skills and her remarkably expressive voice that together create wholly new folk forms, familiar in their instrumentation yet distinctly her own. Carrying tills the rich soil of Appalachian traditions and Sally’s rural North Carolina surroundings into warm, reflective songs about navigating challenges, as well as the most joyous and personal emotions surrounding Morgan’s own pregnancy and recent birth of her first child. “The process of creating this album was intimately connected to the process of conceiving and birthing and raising a child,” says Morgan.

Carrying finds unity in life’s burdens and joys, shared experience of our day-to-day lives. "So much of what we accumulate and carry around with us burdens us, but we also can’t or don’t know how to let go," says Morgan. The album weaves a thread of common experience wrapping the listener in the intimacy of emotional response while simultaneously demonstrating the universal nature of many of these moments. Says Morgan, “I use my own music, the creation, formation and shaping of songs and compositions, as a way to explore and articulate the deepest, often most hidden and spiritual, parts – of myself, but also since we are all connected at the deepest level, it reaches a common connected force of some kind.” A deeply affecting process for Morgan was contemplating the awesome power of the human body and spirit; the complicated and unpredictable wash of emotions that come with nurturing and nourishing another life, while also starting a new venture with her and her partner’s microbrewery. The album’s songs are snapshots of Morgan’s own self-reflection as these changes came to define the upcoming chapter of her life.

Bridging the more freeform, expansive songs of 2021's Cups and the lucid beauty of her acclaimed 2020 debut Thread, Carrying finds Morgan masterfully crafting songs elevated by subtle and intricate arrangements. Morgan is joined by some of the most thoughtful players in the psychedelic folk and "cosmic country" spheres, including the foundational rhythm section of drummer Nathan Bowles (Steve Gunn Band, Pelt, Black Twig Pickers), guitarist Andrew Zinn, and bassist/engineer Joe Dejarnette. The group also features guitarist Ripley Johnson (Rose City Band, Wooden Shjips, Moon Duo) contributing to Morgan’s arrangement of the Jack Elliott classic “Diamond Joe.” Morgan’s solo banjo opens the album on “Beekeeper,” her playing full and rich with nuance. Her complex arrangements and adept use of guests are evident on “The Center,” where Flutist Lou Turner embellishes with trilling flutters and dancing melodies and on “Awake” where a stuttering tremolo guitar ripples through the rhythm section. Joseph and Matthew O’Connell help flesh out a pastoral rendition of traditional song “Streets of Derry” with synthesizer pads and tape loops that sift languidly beneath a pensive pulse of guitars and bass. Recorded and mixed by Dejarnette at his studio, and also Morgan in her home, Carrying brims with sonic delights which reward in their craft and details.

Sally Anne Morgan is a master craftsman and a true modern folk artist. The root of her songs share the roots of many great folk songs: “I find myself writing songs in praise of certain things in a very religious way but …more about holy compost than any other spiritual tradition I know of.” The songs born of these roots are entirely modern, expressive and wonderfully unique, a beautiful new voice advancing the folk form.


released September 22, 2023

Sally Anne Morgan: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vocals, fiddle, banjo
Andrew Zinn: electric guitar, tenor guitar, fretless banjo
Nathan Bowles: drums
Joseph Dejarnette: bass

Lou Turner: flute on “The Center”
Joseph O’Connell: bass and vocals on “Streets of Derry”
Matthew O’Connell: synthesizer, tape loops, guitar on “Streets of Derry”
Ripley Johnson: electric guitar on “Diamond Joe”

Recorded by Joseph Dejarnette
Mastered by Amy Dragon
Artwork by Sarah Bachman
All songs original except “Streets of Derry” (traditional) and “Diamond Joe” (Jack Elliot)

Thanks to everyone who played on this record, encouraged me to make it, or helped with childcare while I finished it up – I carry you close to my heart: Joe, Nathan, Lou, Matthew, Joseph, Ripley, Bettina, my mom and dad, Tina, Kayla, Roz, Madeline, Dave, Katrina, Emily, Michelle, the Hambidge Center, the NC Arts Council.

Dedicated to Andrew and Arthur


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Sally Anne Morgan Asheville, North Carolina

Sally Anne Morgan plays haunting psychedelic Appalachian folk drone that invokes the rhododendron thickets, creeks and mountains of her local landscape in Western North Carolina. Sally plays with the Black Twig Pickers and House and Land, dedicated practitioners of traditional music re-cast by appreciation of modern improvisation, minimalism, microtonality and drone from across the globe. ... more


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