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I wrote this song on my twenty-seventh birthday as an attempt to communicate why I do not really like my birthday. While writing it, I realized how ridiculous I had been for the last 10 years or so and I thought, "Hey, why not release this on my 28th birthday?".So, here we are.
I still detest the singing, the cake, and the attention, but I'm trying to be content with being loved a little more on one day a year.

We recorded this in the beautiful home of my dear friends, Lincoln & Shelby Mick and I was joined by my favorite musicians and sisters, Kori Caswell & Maggie White. Lincoln did such a great job with capturing the audio, that I sent it on to Eric Uplinger for a master.

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Twenty-seven years have flown right by
I hope I get a few more before I die.
All this time and no alibi
For the fear of being loved.
I'm older than my dad when he was my age
But I'm younger than the gray that's showing up on my face
And the yearn for going home is so near
So far, so long.


My hands curse my name when I play you a song
It makes it kind of hard to play the whole night long
But it's what I need to do just to right all the wrongs
And this fear of being loved.
Being born in the winter I think suits me just right
I like the bittersweet cold and the silence at night
Maybe twenty-seven years is just an intro to this song
So far, so long


In an ideal world, I'd know when I'd die.
I'd kiss all my babies and I'd say my goodbyes
I trek through the snow just the forest and I
And this fear of being loved.
I think I'd rather die alone than look you in the face
And you tell me I was loved by all the folks in this place
Some folks can't handle all the love you feel so strong
So far, so long.

Twenty-seven years I think is plenty of time
To get over all the demons named Myself and I
Cause I'm beginning to think that I should swallow my pride
And this fear of being loved.
Maybe I'm a fool and a blind one at that
For thinking that a hug is any less than that
Maybe I can learn to love all this love
So far, so long.

credits

released February 9, 2022
Caleb Christopher Edwards - guitar, vocals
Kori Caswell - double bass
Maggie Estes White - violin
Lincoln Mick - Engineer
Eric Uplinger - Master

Written and produced by Caleb Christopher Edwards

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Caleb Christopher Edwards Nashville, Tennessee

Edwards mixes his folksy tenor, ringing melodies, and melodic poetry in a glass to toast as an earthy, American cocktail. Lyrics of hope, doubt, and wonder ground his songs like muddled sugar while his swift, peaty mandolin garnishes the glass rim. While Edwards’ spirit is smooth, it ignites a fire that audiences can carry for a lifetime: a truly refreshing glass of American folk music. ... more

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