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Gray May Day
04:27
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I call you up and you calm me down
my friends are gone but you're still around
I know you care but not to say
I don't know how but I live this way
but over and over and over and over again
and I tell you over and over again
that I need you over and over and over again
My heart is hot but my thoughts are cold
I go to bed but I lie alone
I should pretend I don't feel this way
better than to lose than to love in vain
but over and over and over again
and I need you over and over and over again
and I tell you over and over and over again
I smell your scent and I know you know
I should grow up but I just grow old
I could give in but I can't let go
this pang of heart in my aching soul
so over and over and over and over again
and I tell you over and over and over again
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2. |
Sweet Penny Face
03:58
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Sweet Penny Face
Come away —
I'll show you my sweet penny face
Got time to kill
no time to — create
Lay me a sky
lay me a table
I'll be your kite
your too long ladle
Come on wade with me in the shallows
In my shoes, sure, hide your valuables
Because waves will knock you off your feet
on the beach all those sweet kids are thieves
We will dine on a custom fragrance
we will fly on winged equations
we will lie on sticky paper
we will die a little later
But won't you make do
babe won't you sing those blues,
no one sings like you,
won't you sing it, sing it
Won't you please make do,
babe won't you sing those blues,
no one sings like you,
won't you sing sing it sing it,
sing it sing it sing it, sing
I was a lonely sailor drifting
Siren song set my hair lifting
Like the voice of christmas past
T'was air whistling from my raft
My heart is full of wax and wane
pass off my cracks as healthy veins
I will not burn under the flame
I'll simply run into the drain
It's standing still that breaks the statue
Sincere wishes lead to tattoos
Try to fix the rate of truth you
find your wage is paid in cashews
My heart's full of tidal pools
stranded minnows flashing jewels
muscled moons and muffled wolves
shrunken wool and special tools
But won't you please make do
babe won't you sing those blues,
no one sings like you,
won't you sing it sing it
Won't you please make do,
babe won't you sing those blues,
no one sings like you,
won't you sing it, sing it, sing it,
sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it blue
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3. |
Tam Lin
05:20
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High time and time's nigh
midnight by the riverside
Do you ever feel like you’ve been crowned
knowing each year the king goes down?
Do ever feel like you've been held
Down in the dell and in the mound
and neatly bound by a
million little people underground
Hold tight when I turn into a fire brand
hold tight— I'll never burn your hand
hold tight when i turn a helium balloon
Hold tight -- I’m unbearably light
sky is green i threw it up there
Green silk red satin threads
Moss spinning overhead
And you're coming round again
Feel your head there's no crown
Tiny sound in the mound
down to scale, angry wails
few escape, few prevail
but all that fits under your pinky nail
Hold tight when I turn into a fire brand
hold tight— I'll never burn your hand
hold tight when i turn a helium balloon
Hold tight -- I’m unbearably light
Good to be free. If a little strange.
Without the queen-- It's a little plain jane
Let's not forget that
you were her favorite knight
but now you don't sweat the small
and time begins to crawl
cause after all
there's nothing quite like human sacrifice
High time and time's nigh
midnight by the riverside
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4. |
Occasional Summer
04:07
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There're times, I think I smell the earth,
when everything's shut under—
Everyone else is waiting for the thaw—
on me the wind blows soft—
It's all for you.
I know, this spring is in my mind,
a trick of trickled time—
Occasionally summer visits me in fall—
A private matter after all —
Is that you I saw?
Did I hear you call?
But you can't go back home again, they say—
I say, sometimes it comes your way.
Last March, I was digging in the the yard—
I found a small painted horse,
lost for good and maybe mourned, till now,
like a bottle on the shore,
message blurred,
but it all returns.
I wait for you,
all for you,
all for you.
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5. |
Taste of Honey
05:09
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6. |
Far'way Train
02:56
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One fine day, I heard the sound of my dreams
rush-in’ by, my love, good bye
ah way ah ay ah oh way
ay ah ay ah way ah way
All aboard this far 'way train
Hold on tight and come what may
One fine day I heard the sound of my dreams
rush-in by, my love,
Summer nights I never could sleep
Trains they used to sing to me
All a board this far 'way train
Hold on tight and come what may
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7. |
She Run Away
04:58
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Head out west, across the plains God gave us. I had a sis, a girl with red-gold hair. Painted men, rusty guns, came down mid yellow leaves. We all hid, hid in the river bed. But she run away… she run away into that brink of the sky. We searched all night, but she was gone into the day and the dawn, like the morning star. She and me, we used to watch the wild geese fly. Which way home, they cry, “Good bye big land, big sky!”
Years passed by— the army showed off prisoners. Among them, a girl with red-gold hair. My pa said, “You'll not treat her like them.” She came home, there were tears in all the eyes, except for hers, she never said a word, but I knew her, the one that run away, she run away, she run away, into that brink of sky. And in the end, we came to fill our pockets full of dirt, like you could own the earth. Funny dream I dreamt that we were kids again. I said, “I’ll be the horse.” She said, “I am the wind.”
Spring came on— a boy asked Pa for her hand. That silent girl— the girl with red-gold hair. That cold night, she slept by my side, like old times. My pa said he'd give his finest horse, if she would speak. But in the moonlight, she run away, that very same night, she run away, she run away, into the brink of sky. I never woke— Her dress was there her doeskins gone, but I swear, in my sleep she said: “Send my love I have to go back home now sis.” Don't you know she rode off on Pa's best pint.
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8. |
When We Were Kings
04:33
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Max Hatt / Edda Glass Seattle, Washington
Hailed as “unique,” “evocative,”“mesmerizing,” “haunting,” “cinematic,” not to mention “elegantly funky,” Max Hatt / Edda
Glass is a swoon-inducing soundscape that “creates a vastness within its quiet,” making “one feel both lost and found, all at once.”
“Beautiful… #chills”
— Ann Powers of NPR Music
“Unique voices and rare musicians"
—Eric Funk, PBS
“Decidedly different."
— PopMatters
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