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Long Rivers
07:35
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Long Rivers
Got dust in my sandals, Water filled in my pack
How much do you gamble, That you’ll never go back
If you keep on walking, Til your feet turn black
Will you keep on walking, Til the graound aint flat
If your heart sings so loud, That it echoes off the trees
Then it might be good for something, But you don’t need me
But you don’t need me, But you don’t need…
Sometimes we all forget if the river flows so clear
Sometimes we all forget that summer falls each year
Sometimes we shoot our dreams like arrows at the stars
Sometimes they shoot us first that’s how we get so far
Sometimes they shoot us first that’s how we get so far
Sometimes they shoot us first that’s how we get so far
Sometimes we all forget that summer falls each year
Sometimes we all forget if the river flows so clear
Hips shaking, sparkling eyes shine
Belly aching, sun shaking us dry
Who’s taken, never thought I’d cry
Wake in the morning, singing in the shower
I see my breath rising, out in the garden
Roses are sleeping, morning glory’s bright
Didn’t get much sleep, after singing all night
Sometimes we all forget if the river flows so clear
Sometimes we all forget that summer falls each year
Sometimes we shoot our dreams like arrows at the stars
Sometimes they shoot us first that’s how we get so far
Got dust in my sandals, Water filled in my pack
How much do you gamble, That you’ll never go back
If you keep on walking, Til your feet turn black
Will you keep on walking, Til the ground ain't flat
If your heart sings so loud, That it echoes off the trees
Then it might be good for something, But you don’t need me
But you don’t need me, But you don’t need to need.
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Grandfather's Eyes
04:56
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Grandfather’s Eyes
My grandfather on my mom’s side he sang
All the old Irish songs
He sang out for the people he met on the streets
And he made his friends sing along
As he’s snapping his fingers and tapping his toes
And telling the stories that everyone knows
About three lovely children and the life that he chose.
He said “no they can’t hold me back”
As he walked toward his job in the square
As he’s whistlin’ he said “can’t you see what you lack,
If you’re not yet ready to dare”
You can see all the life in those baby blue eyes
But there’s something you notice that makes a man cry
When he never forgets what he cannot deny.
Out in the field with a gun in his hand
As a young lad sent to the war
And he sees his companions lying dead in the sand
And it tears his heart to the core
As the grenades go flying something in him snaps
The Americans shoot him for not takin’ their crap
He tries to get away, they keep draggin’ him back.
So my grandfather lived through the war
But from that day was never the same
With a bottle of whiskey he drank himself sore
To make those memories go away
And it hurt his whole family to see him that way
And my mother she thinks of him everyday
And we’ll never forget all the life that he gave.
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This House
05:40
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Open the windows, feel the wind all night
I’ve got my door propped, letting in the light
Wood floors are dancing, with polka dots and lace
Someone is singing, I can feel the bass
Welcome to this house, to the sound of dancing feet
Watch the world go by as you’re walking down the street
Ankle deep in sunset, watching from the shore
Although the room looked empty it’s filled with something more
Open up your mouth because now its time to yell
Several different bodies and walls acoustical
Lay in the green grass and enjoy the warmth of spring
In the magnolia hangs iridescent string
Find and orange in the yard and stick it in your teeth
Laugh until it hurts tickling your feet
Welcome to this house to the rhythm and the heat
Watch the world go by as you’re walking down the street
Wind chimes in the windows and hammocks on the porch
Open up your eyes and it will open up your doors
Wind chimes playing as the breezes blow
Hammocks swaying in the gazebo
May seem empty we’re more conscious than before
May seem empty, but its filled with something more
It’s not empty
It’s filled with everything oh the birds that sing outside my window
With all the warmth that bring the sunny days and the afterglow
Of setting suns as the web is spun and the spider dances in his tap shoes
With pretty logs and jumping frogs and a wooden flute playing a scale of blues
In a lighter shade of green, these are my blues in a lighter shade of green
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Courage
03:11
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Slowly walking on your own
Using only minor stepping stones
You know much more than ones before
Though the feeling’s new your eyes are sore
You know what should be said and done
Though it stings your throat and ties your tongue
You’ve come upon yourself at last
Time to …and break the glass
Have the courage to change what can be changed
Whats water now can be champagne
If you wait too long you’ll go insane
And you’ll only have yourself o blame
Stepped outside with the light in my eye
Little one what will you tell me tonight
I told you once…
But I wont tell you twice
Have the courage to change what can be changed
Whats water now can be champagne
If you wait too long you’ll go insane
And you’ll only have yourself o blame
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Sophia
05:56
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Sophia
I spoke today with Sophia, she sang me a verse from her head,
Though it left me confused and though I was amused
I sank into the rhythm it bled
I wondered if I’d been forsaken, and doomed to the roles that I play.
Be it later or soon with harp or harpoon
I’ll recount on my pensive delay
A cynic of my own intentions, I can’t be resolved in my faith
A likeness of me I suspend into thee
In rotation of burn and embrace
Hoy hablé con el ombligo
Su hueco llenó a zozobra
Me dijó que vayas, que no esperes más
Pero sé que me quiere dejar
I build my home from cards and from stones
Each time I feel someone’s eyes seeping in to my own
My projections I deal to each player of this wheel
who partakes, and takes,
what we make, and break,
is it real, is it fake,
is there such thing as mistake?
She sings me the lines of a fable that conveys the assumptions of love
1+2=3 just does not reflect me so I attempt algebra
I’m tired of thinking about it,
All this logic just leaves me insane
If you want to know more
Swim away from the shore
‘cause there's plenty of depth left unclaimed
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Other Side
04:39
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The Sea is my Man
04:06
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The sea is my man, and I’m like the land when the sand’s getting caught in the wind
The rise of the waves touch the shore of my legs caressing so soft on my skin
On the water's wide edge lie the shells of the dead like an oracle read from the sky
The birds circle my head singing songs as they’re fed by the breezes that make us all high
Pulling me out, -
Pulling me in
Tearing myself -
With anticipation
Hearing your pleas I still land on my knees
On the land once again
I try to stay brave through temptation of waves in some rational craze, logically
I’m told I cannot by myself but why not on my lips all they taste is the sea
On the land it will glide I can feel it inside, and outside my mind in a whirl
This girl is the shore and within every pore, she knows life is more than this world.
Foam on her toes,
a part of her rose,
jumping in with her clothes
The tide’s moving in, they forget about sin,
and just jump in and swims
With the night,
Rising to leave I still cannot believe how the water so cool can collect
Temptation and doubt and untamable clout
And the pieces of us we neglect.
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Like Butter
03:55
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Like Butter, cream cheese, honey, fresh from the bees,
the breeze carries well the smell of fresh toast,
from my bed I can tell who loves me the most.
Like butter, too cold to spread,
honey, breakfast in bed.
You in your blankets homemade recipe,
You take the cake and Ill make the frosting,
like butter
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Heather Normandale Oakland, California
From melodic and rootsy mermaid folk to dreamy psychedelic pop, her emotive vocal parts, syncopated banjo rhythms, and afropop inspired electric guitar are met with a solid and driving rhythm section with upright bass, drums and balafon. Lyrics playfully celebrate the inner compass that seeks models in nature. ... more
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