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Redbird
05:05
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feathers of the redbird
so the story goes
a little one with hope
yeah, a little one with hope
where has the fence gone, you used to sit on
do you sense the ghost of the phantom wall?
redbird, redbird, mm
ain't no wood, 'n there ain't no saw
redbird on the wall
fire on them all
redbird
what brings you to this lonesome place
doesn't it break your heart?
don't it wet your face?
redbird, redbird, mm
ain't no fence worth leaning on
redbird on the wall
fire on them all
redbird
what cloud surrounds?
what snuffed your song?
what melody is swallowed, strangled and repudiated?
redbird, mmm
carry on, your song ain't gone
redbird, oh, remember
sister, burn redder!
redbird
redbird on the wall
fire on them all
redbird
feathers of the redbird
so that story goes
a little one with hope
yeah, a little one with hope
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2. |
The Rising
04:42
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softly spoken, underneath
subtle language
subtlety
colors on the breeze, just colors on the breeze
and of all of the bones in all of the seas
painted fingers, painted keys
paint memories haunting
of all of the men
of all of the foreign
she picked the one person
comes the rising
comes the time
from the knees
the slaves to the weary spine
what nonsense is coming? it don’t feel so hot
of all of the answers
no question’s for naught?
under the threat of sacred pace
of feelings that haven’t greatly changed
of doing something new
not new in the sense that it’s never been seen or done
just new in the sense that it’s
fresh to one’s core
maybe only ever softly spoken before
it’s just new
it’s new
it’s new
it’s new
but it’s not new
it’s a bore
tedious
nothing more than recurring
the tide’s always returning
the same old tracks idly blurring
tips grow green
veins won’t bleed
trunks may brown
skin may fade
unhidden constants yearn to shake, rock ‘n roll, remain and change
shake :: rock ‘n roll :: remain :: change
and of all of the dancers,
whose story will play?
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in the midst of every color,
every sound
to be so still
it takes a lot
you’ve got time to kill
you’ve got years of your life
you’ve got everything you could want
you’ve got time, my dear,
you’ve got years for fun
in the face of every message,
every post up on that wall
it takes a lot
close your eyes and ears
to those who’ve lost heart and
remember the child from the start
look inside, my dear, ‘till you reach
the heart
don’t bother whining how the
grass’s been growing greener over there
just take a walk
if you leave today,
get up and roam away
you can have the say that you want
though it’s hard to say goodbye,
to those who you love
it ain’t forever
it’s just for so long, my child,
your story’s just begun
somehow from the middle of this crowd
i find the world’s just not so loud
it’s not so loud
silent sounds,
as opposed to ornery vocals
from ornerier locals, abound
though the cities screech
with fancy machines
and other means to bring them sleep
by the end of the week,
and i’m not weak for thinking
i’m not weak for slowing down
just to hear the silence of the sound
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4. |
Fair William's Mourn
03:20
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Summer fell’n autumn woke
He war left a’ murnin’
Lady cawed him to the door
‘n sing’t the day is dawnin’
Sing’t the day is dawnin’
Ay a’ hear yer fair lady song
‘n a’ ken the day is dawnin’
My lady lou is lang ‘n gane
‘n nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’
Nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’
Willie war the nigh’ e’er lang
na day ‘twad ken such sorrow
Yer Lady Lou ‘s lang bin gane
Ay tho I bring tha’ morrow
Ay a’ hear yer fair lady song
‘n a’ ken the day is dawnin’
My lady lou is lang bin gane
‘n nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’
Nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’
Stand ye up, man, hear my plea
Come walk by me this morn’
Lady lou didna teuk frae thee
Whit coud be yers by ther neist muin
Ay a’ hear yer fair lady song
‘n a’ ken the day is dawnin’
My lady lou is lang ‘n gane
‘n nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’
Nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’
Stan’ ye’ up fair lad, fair lad
Fer I brung by me this a’way
Frae o’er yonder dowie den
Fair Maiden of tha’ hollow
We’re rade o’er thaim high, high hills
‘n throu them fields o’ thorn
Come up upo’ thaes fauch ‘ol fell
Come tae yer dreary door
We left ahin not’ta once not’ta twice
But thrice oor pecks in gold
We left’em by not’ta one not’ta twa
But three my young’ns grown
Three my young’ns grown
Ay a’ hear yer fair lady song
‘n a’ ken the bonnie lass
My lady lou is lang ‘n gane
The daurk shanna e’er pass
The daurk shanna e’er pass
Willie lay’d by day, by day
‘n woud’na open tha’ door
No lady woud he e’er allou
ta’ plead ‘a him na’mair
Ta’ plead ‘a him na’mair
Willy lay’d by night, by night
All lay’d out in his best
His whittl’d heart sits naer ta’ him
A’white an’ lay’d ta’ rest
A’white an’ lay’d ta’ rest
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5. |
C'mon Ol' Friend
03:01
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c'mon, sweet willy, won’t you walk on down my road?
i got places to see, and i don’t want to see ‘em alone.
well c'mon, lord henry, won’t you read this book by me?
we got lessons to learn far beyond what the eye can see.
c'mon, loretta, won’t you break this bread i baked?
‘cause the seasons done changed, and all my friends done moved away.
c'mon, old friend, won’t you lead me by the hand?
‘cause i’m open of mind, and i’m loose, i’m loose, oh, of the plan.
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Silver Lake
06:10
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rain’s been coming down for hours
smoke and fire spinning shadows
heads hiked in with dread and doubt
none of that remains with us now
aloft this bow
pass the bottle until you don’t
roasting apples until they won’t
pitch a sail, and we’ll fly away
off this mountain into the lake
into the lake
we saw silver and gold
we felt slivers of hope
miles above the grind
stories overhead you’ll find
stones upon stones up from there
the height to which we gladly climb
we’ll climb
less is more among the leaves
so leave your things below the breeze
air smells different off the ground
passing through, a phantom sound
and we are neither lost nor found
we lay in peace, our souls well fed
while the wind shakes our bones like a water bed
blessed by the freedom of the Greens
we wear our stories on our sleeves
but you are the leaf that left the leaves
and if in one place you must be,
better to be of the trees
plucked from the branch, you float
swept by the dance that somewhere’s blowing
we saw silver and gold
we felt slivers of hope
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