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AO
04:23
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No cares were given on that day!
The clouds and the rain drops were all miles away!
We were just dancing around the sun… eh!
Laughing and singing our troubles away… just singing:
A-O! A-O, A-O-O-O!
Time it had no meaning; there was no where to go!
We had each other, just lost in the flow!
The source, it didn’t matter because we didn’t know!
In aluminum oxide: the cast that was sewn!
Frozen not thawed there was more in store!
We were destined for something already set in stone!
First came a light: Birth, now we know… singing:
A-O! A-O, A-O-O-O!
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Petrichor
05:11
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Lightning touched the willow
and the wind howled and bellowed
the dust, it filled our eyes
as we walked up the hillside
The locusts were waving their arms
twisting and swaying in alarm
while two walls of black clouds converged
and beautiful chaos emerged
Trees collapsed onto wires
and the neighbors couldn’t turn on their lights
so I watched as mother made them soup
she said, “it was the least we could do"
Twice more, at night, the winds came
thunder swooping low, lightning bright as day
so down to the basement we went
and asleep on the couch I fell, gently dreaming
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Her Foul Friend
09:03
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Crocodiles watching me
Man with a gun on his knee
Pretty lady wants me
On top of her hat for all the world to see
Please don't take me away!
These babies
They need me
Come to take what you see
Adeline* writes to me
It's the beauty of my feathers that they want
Unique and chic for the ladies that you meet
Hearts worn on the palms of their hands
Takin' what they can!
I have grown to know
My home is here
And I'll be damned if you
Take me
In a dearth
You left me
How am I to survive?
*reference to environmentalist Adeline Knapp, who wrote a letter to John Muir in 1899 enlisting his help:
"Some of us hope to persuade certain of the women's clubs to take action in the matter."
She asked Muir to write "a few lines on the subject" for an "article with interviews etc. from some of our bird lovers."
She added,
"The milliners say that not in 20 years have birds been used for trimming as they are this winter. We need to strike hard and quickly just now, to make an impression."
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The Ferry Song
06:00
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Wind tears at my skin, but it’s quiet within,
It’s quiet within.
Wondering where I’ll land, with my feet in the sand,
With my feet in the sand.
My mask is off now, and I ask myself how,
I ask myself how.
Only to find myself alone, wondering where is home,
Wondering where is home.
It can’t last forever, or so they say.
This shore I will reach it,
This shore I will reach it, someday.
It can’t last forever, or so they say…
Wind tears at my skin, but it’s quiet within,
It’s quiet within.
Wondering where I’ll land, with my feet in the sand,
With my feet in the sand."
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Pinus resinosa
05:06
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If there were pines here, where did they go?
Chopped down by humans?
Little did they know of their worth, of their family.
Symbiotic are they? Are we?
... to tell them how to live and how to die, and what to be?
Because we planted, a seed?
Flow is what we all know.
Vest in the ax and where will you go?
If there were pines here, how do we know?
Were they taken by mother? Oh, we need to let go, of
their worth, of what should be... as if it needs to be!
Existential are they? Are we to be?
... to become what we are? But what are we?
Om... just be...
Lost in the river; flowing and free!
Flow is what we all know.
Vest in the source and where will you go?
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7. |
Mamma No's
07:59
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I woke up to find myself in bed.
Ma said “by the looks of it, you might as well be dead”
So I got up, and I saw plenty that was wrong,
but Pa says, “that’s the way it is and, (I) just better go along.”
But - I - Said
No, No, No, No, No, Na-No-Na-No-No...
Mother knows my heart, she shows me all that’s good.
So I’ll get out of bed each day just as I should,
just as I know that we all could.
I said: “Pa, you know I Love you so,
but I ain’t gonna listen to uncle sam
if he’s raping mother and taking all of our dough!”
So - I - Said
No, No, No, No, No, Na-No-Na-No-No…
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The Fox and the Feather New York
The Fox and the Feather sprang out of the February snow of upstate New York’s Adirondack Park in 2013, playing banjo, accordion, glockenspiel, violin, mandolin, guitar, bass, washboard and a drum kit made out of a blue suitcase.
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