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Hang Around the Water
04:30
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Swing-tides pool beneath you
I cry overtime I see you
Don’t ask the help of wisdom
& the wind will have us all
hang around the water
hang around the well
My, how the drugs they take you!
Your eyes just disappear.
Now the sky is black & purple
Are the chosen finally here?
hang around the water
hang around the well
If dreams would sometimes descend upon me
& the mentioned wouldn’t fly away,
I wouldn’t have to wish to see you
Cuz you’d shown up yesterday.
hang around the water
hang around the well
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Everything that’s sweet on earth
Will stumble as it starts,
Almost fall apart,
Tumbling towards a birth.
Like the baby nightingale
That falls out of the sky,
Still she has to try,
Or fail before she starts.
Love is there inside your eyes please take a look
For your eyes describe this better than any book.
Love is morning even in the night.
Hey! Here comes the light!
The marigolds are off the hook
The yarrow is in flames,
Purple “whats-your-name?”
Some day I’ll look you up.
We Only trip through happiness
& never quite arrive.
Will you take this life?
We always answer, Yes.
Love is there inside your eyes just take a look
For your eyes describe this better than any book.
Love is morning even in the night.
Hey! Here comes the Light!
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Good Traveler
04:36
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Whispers & wings
O how you Love
You’re a good traveler.
Even when everybody
Tries to be good.
There I was on my way, but
O How you Love
Prickly Glass-Wort Wind Witch
You’re a good traveler
& the moon rolled down my tongue
& the earth dance &
We dug out our own eyes
Yes, the moon rolled down my tongue.
We sail the wind with harps on end
O how we Love
We were good travelers
Blind as the donkey who ate the cabbage leaves
O how you love
We were good travelers
We share the forest & we trim the hedge
O how you love
Prickly Glass-Wort Wind Witch
You’re a good traveler.
& our yearning came to a great halt
As we witnessed the devouring,
To live outside of living,
Make fast, grapple more.
Whiskers & Wings
O how you love
You’re a good traveler.
There I was o my way, but
O how you love
Prickly Glass-Wort Wind Witch
You’re a good traveler.
& the moon rolled down my tongue
& the earth danced &
We dug out our own eyes.
Yes, the moon rolled down my tongue.
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Jesus Said & Mary Said
08:06
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Jesus said the poor at heart
Will always be with us
Mary said: “Forget the words,
& Everything’s delicious.”
I say the reason
never answers what I really wish it would.
I say the answer is no good.
Mary said: “Yeah, Go ahead
& hate love if you can.
You’re all on pins & needles down here
Ever since this place began.”
You say your wishes
never answer what you really wish they would.
You say your wishes are no good.
Jesus said you can’t let go
When everything’s connected.
Mary said: “You’ll never know,
You’ll never know what happened.”
I say the answer
Never answers what I really wish it would.
I say the answer is no good.
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Escort Mission
06:14
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Love has gone to sea what voice is left of me.
Love has gone to sea what voice is left of me.
The night birds call us out
We follow through the dawn
On a woven breath of light
In the cries that linger on
Implicit is surrender as the sun melts the sky
My love has gone to sea.
The earth is just a sigh & I a passerby
The earth is just a sigh & I a passerby.
We followed through the green
We followed through the blue
Two figures in a wood
& the poet’s words ringed true
It was at that time the silence was large & long
The night was round & close. It was clear & strong
The earth is just a sigh.
I’ll sing the world away call it back another day.
I’ll sing the world away call it back another day.
The escort mission was abandoned for bird time on the wheel
We didn’t think you’d leave us stranded, didn’t know how good it would feel.
The name is big strong, not lady sky.
I’m telling you I want you & that I’m not tired.
Sing the world away.
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Song for Iris
05:36
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I sing for the beautiful old singer
Voice rising higher than the moon
Who sings how trouble hangs around
& pleasure leaves too soon.
Ain’t it the beautifulest thing,
To be lost in the heat of love
I paint a river for your feet
Your blue-eyed sky above.
I can’t see your face at all, but
They say you’re everywhere.
The sea she sees no offenses
But, I hear she loves the rhymes.
Down here there isn’t time to waste
There isn’t even tim.
& now I know just where are place is
In the gathering of a storm
With a black dog locked inside a car
Leaning on the horn.
I can;t see your face at all, but
You say you’re everywhere.
Sometimes I feel like I’m waiting for you to call
& tell me that you’re everywhere.
I know you’ve all seen the movie
That one about the boxing champ,
Like him I’m feeling kind of broken backed up against my amp.
So I sing to the land of “sink or swim,”
That makes the sanest man go mad,
“I want to hear my lover whisper,
‘O lover don’t be sad’”
I can’t see your face at al, but
I see you everywhere.
Sometimes I feel like I’m waiting for you to call
& tell me that you’re everywhere.
I sing for the beautiful old singer
Voice rising higher than the moon
Who sings how trouble hangs around
& pleasure leaves too soon.
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Sing Me Pretty Bird
04:20
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Summer brought me pretty girls & kisses sweet,
Bright green leaves from fairy-tales absurd.
Winter brought me lonely nights
My heart to teach
That nothing’s gone, but nothing’s just a word
Sing me pretty bird
Sing me how the murdering is over,
The crooks that took the world are gone,
One;y what is real,
Only for the earth that would feed us
The beautiful, uncertain dawn.
Summer taught me how to fly above the world
& where to put the wild dreams in my head.
Winter taught me how to cry, my tears canceled,
But only for the living not for the dead.
Summer asks: “Hey! Where’s your heart that never breaks?
Where’s the pretty girl to mess your hair?”
Winter has her in his arms, make no mistakes,
& you’ll find your heart awaits you there.
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End of Side B
04:20
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Old man on the bed,
Old cat by the fire,
The mice will have the run of
This old Place.
You could light my head,
Repair my bad wires,
You were never just another pretty face!
All my memories will flower & fade away.
Pretty songs of love,
Dirty songs of death,
We are something, somewhere in between.
The subtle losing of,
Frequency response
Makes the world go down
Much sweeter than it seems.
All my unmistakable pleasures will fade away.
All my unreplaceable treasures will fade away.
No one gives us a clue,
The good & bad we do
Winds up wound together endlessly.
It hurts so much it’s true
That it’s easiest to lose.
Another morning missing everybody.
All my dearest friends will flower & fade away.
All my guitar riffs will flower & fade away.
All my unreplaceable treasures will fade away.
All my unreplaceable treasures will fade away.
All my unreplaceable treasures will fade away.
All my unreplaceable treasures will fade away.
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