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Goodbye to the year I became a crone.
So long to the year I learned to be alone.
Goodbye to the hopes and fears of the past.
At last, peace!
May there be an end to suffering,
And an abolition of the illusion of beginning again
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Every Heart Is True
04:01
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I had a dream I was in New Orleans.
Do you know what it means?
I was walking with Lee on Deslonde street,
white birds landing on the levee.
Every heart is true.
I’m awake now, cresting the wave,
boardwalk in Santa Cruz, just like back in the day.
And you’d said it first, it’s so early, I still don’t know what to say.
Every heart is true.
Can I come home now, is it too late?
Lay down my wolfish heart, searching the desert night?
When you’ve lost so much and still
You’re so truly loved
It takes time just to believe it.
Every heart is true
Every heart is true.
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3. |
Blue Jumped A Rabbit
05:16
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Colored light, reflected in your eyes as you run, run for your life.
Or maybe you hide? Until everyone is gone.
Blue jumped a rabbit, blue jumped a rabbit and he run.
Blame it on the man, blame it on the gun.
Blame it on the wild way the west was won.
Trace with your finger, all the stars in the sky.
It won’t bring them back.
Blue jumped a rabbit, blue jumped a rabbit and he run
For a solid mile.
When I think of you I see wildflowers waving on the wind
Come take me back somewhere all bright and new again
And oh how you wreck me,
Singing on the radio while I cry for my country.
And blue jumped a rabbit, blue jumped a rabbit and he run
Blue.
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I wake up and I feel it,
conscious of my movement,
I don’t want to hurt it,
I’m conscious of my movement.
Try.
Twist it and turn it
Each day I’ll repeat it
Tenderly I’ll stretch it
Let go if I can’t do it.
Try.
One day it won't hurt me
I know that it’s healing
And I’ll be Lightning in the water,
Lightning in the water.
Try.
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Goodbye Old Paint
03:39
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I’m riding Old Paint,
and I’m leading Old Dan,
Leaving Cheyanne and off to Montana.
Old Paint’s a good pony,
he paces when he can,
Goodbye Old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne.
Thread the needle to the left,
thread it to the right,
When we’re on the prairie,
we’ll sleep out every night.
Goodbye Old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
Leaving Cheyenne and off to Montana!
And when I die,
take my saddle from the wall,
Put it on my pony,
lead him from his stall,
Tie my bones to his back,
turn our faces to the west,
And leave us to the prairie that we loved the best.
Goodbye Old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
Leaving Cheyenne and off to Montana!
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Petit Coulee
01:16
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I cross’t the wide Pecos, forded Nueces,
Swam the Guadalupe and followed the Brazos,
Red River runs rusty and the Frio runs clear,
Down by the Brazos I courted my dear.
Lahhhhhdeeedaaaahhhhdiiiii, lend me your hand
Lahhhhhhhdeeeedaaahhhhdididi lend my your hand
Lahhhhhhdeedahhhhdeeediiiii lend me your hand
So many little rivers that wander the land
The fair Angelina is glossy and gliding,
The crooked Colorado is weaving and winding,
The slow San Antonio courses the plains,
But I never will walk by the Brazos again.
Lahhhhhdeeedaaaahhhhdiiiii, lend me your hand
Lahhhhhhhdeeeedaaahhhhdididi lend my your hand
Lahhhhhhdeedahhhhdeeediiiii lend me your hand
There’s many a little river that wander the land
So hug me and kiss me and call me your baby,
The Trinity is muddy but the Brazos quicksandy,
Hug me and kiss me and call me your own,
And down by the Brazos I’ll leave you alone.
Lahhhhhdeeedaaaahhhhdiiiii, lend me your hand
Lahhhhhhhdeeeedaaahhhhdididi lend my your hand
Lahhhhhhdeedahhhhdeeediiiii lend me your hand
The Trinity is muddy but the Brazos quicksandy.
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Uri
03:42
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Are you getting tired of singing about your dreams?
Tired of being sad, more like it seems.
And who has the key to the riddle of your heart?
Dropped it in the river where it stops and starts.
Coldest winter begets the warmest spring.
And on the 5th day, the birds began to sing again
Me and the leatherwing bat on the wing again
And on the 7th day, peeled an orange in the sun
Someone stole the Sybil box, I’m glad I saw it.
Coldest winter begets the warmest spring.
Did I dream about you?
Did I dream about you?
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Halifax Ranch
03:44
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I find myself with certain things lingering, wandering inside my mind.
A little road, the prairie draw, the turkey call, the cedar ridge, the bridge,
And I didn’t have to try so hard, I didn’t have to try.
Back from New Orleans, where did I go so wrong, why does it take so long
But now I’m here I have arrived. And I didn’t have to try.
May I accept everything, the bell it rings, I’m a doe in spring,
The prickly pear in bloom- yellow, red, and gold.
And I didn’t have to try so hard, I didn’t have to try.
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I want to be simple,
oh I would delight
To find in myself somewhere to stay.
I’d go there in the darkness of the night,
And hold myself through the bright light of the day.
Crescent moon on the gate.
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11. |
Woodmen Of The World
02:54
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I was the kid in the graveyard
Channeling spirits in a leotard
Talking to the dead like an old friend
Laying on a blanket by the Woodmen
of the World.
Do you remember the house that was always on fire?
On the way down to Houston on 59?
Driving like a bat
outta some kind of hell
Thinkin no one would love me like you will
I was wrong
I was wrong
It was the weirdest party at the firehouse
Wild in your eyes when they carried you out
To open all the doors
except the one to get free
Fries at the Dairy Queen in the morning.
I want to make god laugh,
I tell them my plans.
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Little Mazarn Austin, Texas
The music of Little Mazarn is a cool float a few feet from the ground through a dimly lit, almost familiar forest. It is quieter than silence, big as everything, still but always moving. If you’ve ever had flying dreams, or an amazing night time bike ride on LSD, this might be a world for you. - Thor Harris ... more
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