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Beltane Feast
03:54
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carved in stone but given wings
candles lit at a Beltane feast
on my mind are the flickering flames
in a struggle toward a world undone
why keep calm and carry on
in and out of all these lives
when wick to wick and the world’s on fire
petals twist open to the sun
the first note crackles and the song’s begun
the chariot races forth across the sky
the circle’s so big it looks like a straight line
and a hand will hoist you on the day you die
the last budding elm has said it’s found its leaves
the last light goes out at a Beltane feast
soon my thoughts turn to other things
a withering view of how we grow
an ancient people wearing modern clothes
to the question mark an i don’t know
if the edge of the world is a wall of ice
if flowers are earthbound butterflies
and the wind is a voice steering you right
if the center of the heart is the source of your power
and butterflies are liberated flowers
if when they occur i'll hang on every word
because when you’re not giving up or going down
you disappear like a lost island
heard of it once when you were somewhere else
you remember it all as if from someone else
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2. |
Coleus
02:42
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Landed a job in the winter as a greenhouse clerk
In a steel city this hard up it was good to find work
Since '82 this town's been returning to the earth
It's been forgotten by everyone except those like it in the world
We've got ivy on the inside we gotta hack back
Coming up from the dripping, dripping, dripping
of the water lines into the cracks
Chinook winds turn the shade cloth into a kite
So they send me up a ladder with a coffee, a drill, and a fear of heights
I spend the day with a bird's eye view of the grave
and the thought of flying
Could radiating out from this bubble
Be the strength to ungrip this town from the bottle
Down in Arizona they're expanding volcanic rocks
To the north they are draining the Canadian bogs
They mix them both together and they stick them on a truck
For coleus cuttings and geranium pots
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3. |
Loneliest World
03:50
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There's a bird in flight and the smoke is thick
It's going to take all night but that's what it's got to be
Because the earth is here and the world is there
She's has a great idea but the world had theirs
To take green and blue and make grey and black
Got to keep moving on because there's no turning back
But through the stumps of trees and the bare soil
I know you are out there somewhere in the loneliest world
Building a tower we don't want to see
Making friends that we don't want to keep
What behooves a desert if our eyes can see
Water everywhere but not a drop to drink
And not a thought to think
And not a song to sing.
And not a lot to leave.
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Almagre
03:04
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I looked at the mountain,
Piled a week upon my back
And left the home I’d made with you,
Turned it to a speck.
Crunching the tundra,
I cried a mighty, ‘who?’
Little flowers all so beautiful
Told me it was you.
Alone in the sky
In a meadow of crystals
I found you.
I climbed and I climbed,
Just to touch the place of peace
I had found in you.
How beautiful is this land,
How strange is my life.
I wonder if the earth
And the world ever will collide.
How strange to think
Who’s in control
Of such a beautiful mind.
Acquiescing though it may be,
There is still a little time
For moments of this.
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5. |
Death and Dreams
03:50
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Any day now I see it happening
It's running through your mind
Yes I'm generalizing everything
Because I don't have much time
For death and dreams and so it seems
Step by step by step I'm out of here
Walking through that door
Yes I know you know I know you know
It's all a metaphor
For death and dreams and so it seems
I'm filling up on magic beans
Every day I'm filled with disbelief
It's running through my mind
Packing up with everything I own
The illusion of time
For death and dreams and so it seems
Killing all our enemies
It's time and time
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6. |
Staying
05:20
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I went for a walk to a place that quiets my soul
Either it's not there anymore or I'd lost my way
But I know they reconfigure landscapes until they resemble home
So I pick a different sort of goal
What are we getting away with in a world running out of time
The same thing I'm afraid of that keeps me running around
A tower to the heavens, what a lofty idea
Wouldn't it be tragic if they'd told us they didn't want us near
So many times I've felt myself sinking down
So many chances to take your hand
I went for a walk, I was tired of fighting the good fight
I encountered a haven, I was led there by the light
Maybe once, Maybe twice, I can't recall
Something seemed familiar to me
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Memory
04:35
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"Burnt out ends of smoky days..."
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8. |
Gold
02:54
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give you the gold now
what's the delay
already half your life
has flown away
you need the world back
to blue and green
the burning fire behind
a human being
and the beating wings
above your head
make such a beautiful sound
till they leave you in the silence
of a place you cannot leave behind
and you, you're writing the poem
because you think you don't belong
but what could be more wrong of you
then to dream of home
and think that there is none for you
oh what could be more wrong
then to dream of home
and think that there is none
you can't find yourself
all the time on top of this
and be blind to your point in the line
your place in the family, and your heart
but you know your gold's not out there
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9. |
Stars and Bars
03:51
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i was born into a perfect day
then thrust into hide and seek
the stars and bars found me
with so much good, good work to do
in this land of the on the move
the stars and bars need you
i'm not really o.k.
with what we're doing here
the stars and bars don't care
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10. |
After the Flood
06:08
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these swollen creeks have settled down
another year upon them now
a waning gibbous over our day
a teardrop for our wicked way
the early mornings are orange still
pink, magenta, then fade so soon
the whole of nature comes alive
whispering to me one more time
high wind, high water the land may slide
and threaten the candle i keep inside
though the times a tender part is scorched
are the times i see what's in the dark
i see you offering a sweeter thrill
to chase after that bitter pill
though mother earth and mister sun
convince me i'm not what i've become
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