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invocation
01:27
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sargasso sea
02:49
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When the wind it fills your sails
And sends you on your way
Across the wide sargasso sea
A year's trip and a day
I know that I will shed a tear
For the day and for the year
For though it's not for me to go
It's still so strange a thing to know
How to tell the savage thing
That promises hot tears to bring
I've never known the way to show
Why the soul swings to and fro
If there are words, ain't heard 'em yet
To help the broken bones to set
So when the wind it fills your sails
And sends you on your way
There may be no way to tell
The things I need to say
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bone eaters
02:15
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What is it that always happens to you?
Your heart turns
Rivers change their course
And fertile valleys wilt
To whistling wells of dessicating wind
That whips the dry and shattered earth
The sun sends down its hammer
In disgust
Your heart turns and lakebeds go dry
The sky opens up and rends the earth apart
With arrows blue and grey and gold
Revealing blood and tooth and bone
That dirt and stubborn stone
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vain prince
05:00
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I want to be loved by every woman and man
More than any one has ever been
I'll admit that I am vain, but then
Show me any one who is not
I guess that I've got a whole lot
To learn from her
Eternal feminine ghost who resides
In you and in all women and men
I'll admit that I'm afraid, and don't
Want to bring you down, but I want you
Embedded in the sweetest nectar
Is the gravest poison
I've asked too much of love before
I'd rather not make the same mistake again
Is sex misunderstood if one's dream
Is to be wild, and the other's, to tame?
O, marrow of my life, I'm a coward
But I try to seem brave
Am I only the intersection of other people's love?
Particle manifested by affection's elusive higgs boson?
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if then but so
00:27
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wasp in the water
02:50
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Clearing debris that was left by the storm
I saw you floating there
Motionless, resigned to your fate
No recourse anywhere
To escape your watery grave
Til I offer my aluminum arm
Your tiny soul to save
Or at least your minuscule form
When I lift you from the water
You hold on tight, you hold on tight
When I lift you from the water
You hold on tight, you hold on tight
You don't wanna lose your grip
On the dripping net, the island that appeared
Suspicious, now, of dry land
Where a treacherous fall will hereafter be feared
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lateral drifts
00:37
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winter blossom
01:31
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My life is now a void
I pour myself into
Without touching any walls
Or reaching any floor
No vessel to contain
I'm spilling any way
Outward into empty space
I fear it is the case
Still, every now and then
I wonder where you are, and
If I enter your thoughts,
What is it that you think?
I'm not begging for return
I'm just not sure that I can say
I know that I was right
I'd hate to have been wrong
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at least for my mistakes
00:36
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11. |
good advice
03:25
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Brother, I've got years and not much more on you
I want to give good advice but don't know that I have it
I'm gonna try, I'm gonna try
Hope what I share can shed some light
Hope that the words that come out can do you right
Brother, I've got words and not much more for you
If you're needing promises I'm not gonna do
All that I want is for you
To discover the good life
All that I hope is that my counsel won't bring you strife
Brother, I know what it's like, I've been there before
But that I learned what's to learn I'm not quite so sure
All that I think that I know
It ain't one hundred percent
Best I can say is don't you go where I went
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12. |
skeptic's torment
01:11
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13. |
take me with you
01:43
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Brass wound nickel cords do recommend
Themselves as a perch for my hand
And when my clawed fingers fly they sing
Take me, take me with you
Unaware that they, themselves, allow us
To escape to a place strange and sweet
Where the troubles of our lives can't reach us
Or, at least, cannot reach with such pain
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gift of time
01:53
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15. |
highlands
05:03
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Today I stepped in dog shit right outside my door. Ain't no mistakes. Domingo wants me to go with him to catch the midnight bus to Guatemala City but I have to teach in the morning. Stars in the sky went on and on in their bright course. The bard made bold to murmur some tiny sound and it had started.
The road it carves an open wound into the earth revealing its true colors-- bone white, blood red. On my right side the bubbling song of a small child whose voice has yet to be subdued. She stares up without shame. Her eyes are bright and cast wide in wonder.
And on my left a woman who pays me no mind, ancient and grey, chewing her bread silently. She only stares because she cannot see.
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