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All Ye Faithful
04:38
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ALL YE FAITHFUL Oh come, all ye faithful / Oh come, all ye faithful / River run, down the mountain / River run, down the mountain / Wind sleeps, on the bedrock / Wind sleeps, on the bedrock / Buckeyes speak, all the poisonous eye / Buckeyes speak, all the poisonous eye / Foothills rest on my blossoming lips / Foothills rest on my blossoming mouth / Oh come, all ye faithful / Oh come, all ye faithful / O come, o come / Manzanita burns with the dew / from the morning sprung so clean / Pine trees heave their bunches of three / Needles cling to the mud-broken green / Hawthorne is the healing leaf, berries form my breast beating feet / CH
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Go To Heaven
02:05
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GO TO HEAVEN How do I pull through / when the wind never breathes / through the fires, of mercy / as if all were made of trees / a swirling shattered leaf caught inside the ocean deep / Banish me of Gods, banish me of luck / I hunger for triumph over fate / Allah came to meet me in my sleep / said Go to heaven now / take all the branches and rose white, rose light. / The earth is but a maze / that gave us both our names / and gives us back to what remains / Cause if you walk like a petal, but show no thorns / you won't know your closing heart. / Mysteries do never get solved only sit like a stone, like a stone, like a stone (x2) / Why do I not leave / is this bark a maze that I don't mind crawling / A beetle came to me and said, Fly
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Song for Seasons
06:05
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SONG FOR SEASONS The seasons of New England are constantly rearranging the wild / retracting vows once made, scattering scree and raspberry seed. / Rain dances an arc of color, stretched across / the twisting arms of the Cape Cod bays. / Thunderstorm, meadowlark, summer storm, wren, robin, tern. / Make in me a love like home, bring me from east to west. / This is an avalanche, mountainside, grass mulching a field of seeds. / Tulips are damp, just a vessel for change, and all I am. / White drug me along the foothills, out of the snow / poke up the paintbrush and lupine flowers. / CH / Dear spirits of grass and buffalo bone, scrimshaw, the ink of sea and stone: / Hear this prayer of whistling leaves, oaks, the seascape, and coyote moons -/ Go back, go back, go back home. (x2) / Oh my soul, oh my soul (x3) / Make a salve of sorrel, place it on the wounded / Make a salve of leaves, place it on the wounded / Make a salve of sorrel, place it on the wounded / Thunderstorm, meadowlark, thunderstorm, meadowlark, thunderstorm, meadowlark / This year made the Atlantic ocean rest in my palms / wide sargassum seas and chicory flowers take flight.
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Bound for Glory
02:28
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BOUND FOR GLORY This land is bound for glory, though I cannot say how / but I believe it true, but I believe it true / Our love must land in ashes, through fire and burn in hell / now I believe in death, now I believe in death. / My fate is wrapped and sold, in this place I'm born, / still I have come so far, still I have come so far. / Thank god the Lord is come / Thank god the Lord is come / Thank god the Lord is come. / You say the grass is greener, but I know the grass is one shade / and I will see it through, and I will see it through. / A cardinal's been chirping, all over this year's sky / telling me that I'm fine, love is held in the eyes / and there's no death in mine.
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New Light
04:41
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NEW LIGHT This place has a new light, my feet will dip in the clear stream. / 'neath the lilies and brambles, there is a gurgle masking the stones / the deer ought to know this, to toughen the skin is to smooth out the stones. / A coyote is born in the moon, tongue blossoming dew with the licking of wounds/ we are babies and cubs here, we are adults and wise with brightening of eyes. / The ocean is wet, we are cold from the wrestling arms of the bay. / When does this story end now, is there ever an ending to the never ending flow, / of the nature of water, spinning webs with the threads of the dew and the frost. / Take the poison and pin me, to the back of my throat til I call out again. / This is corduroy masking the genes, the jingling wrecking of skin, / that she grew from the snowshoe hares that live on peacefully, / we grew up in peace there, through the fighting and tight belts / we grew up to change. We are made from the wreck there, / I cut down the pines so I could meet myself here. / Nature gives me a new grace, I am nothing but love in the youngness of time. / We will be blessed to die here, the red firs never red as our tongues in a kiss / Our mouths are the ocean, these bodies are kelp and the salt rolls right off, / this is sugarcane growing, in the reeds of the banks of the Mississippi. / The rain pours on a river, the river is the sky, and the sky holds the ground. / I have been open to praying, I believe in the mind is the openness of fields, / no matter what flowers bloom here, I care for the colors and blankness of space, / They will refract, let us blanket the rainbows and lay them to rest.
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I Am in Love
03:13
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I AM IN LOVE Red-breasted robin, a white-tailed deer live in peace. / Pine trees heave with sap and earth, swaying close. / Great-horned owls, springtime come, babies born. / I am in love with the life above, above me. / I am in love with the life above, above me. / Sunlight on a river, monkey flowers, swallowtails. /White-water bridges splinter light, shores white. / Yellow violets, wood sorrel, in Canada I have grown a new heart. / CH
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PRAYERS UPON THE MOUNTAIN My lover is a brilliant cloud / that lies upon the riverbed and spreads the lilacs over the hills / with skin so soft the moss of ferns is set, oh set to shame / I lay my head, I lay my head over and over his bed / over and over his bed / he is a pallet made in a rainstorm / so soft and summered and sweet. / Our prayers upon the mountain / were a mystery, we made as one, we made as one. / Come alive, come alive, come alive, come alive. / My mother is a stone I keep / that dams up all the channels of / the rivers that I let run loose, her eyes have known and slept the great white waterfalls, white waterfalls. / I lay my head, I lay my head, over and over her chest / over and over her chest / she is a pallet made in a garden, so soft and slumbered and good. / CH / My heart is made of shade and pines / I close it and l'm free to roam as far as I can roam from here / the flowers are unfolding like the saplings in the early spring / I lay my feet, I lay my feet / over the over the seeds / over and over the seeds / I am a pallet sprung from a new song, so loud and open and new. / Make me open anew (x2) / CH / This land is a great place to know / I want to keep it safe from all the shapes and shifters that we grow / from alpine shadows that were left in winter dark, for far too long / New England brings me colors of the spring the sleeps inside my skin / and wakes up to the sun and lilacs, roses, bluebells, hawthornes and the chirping sound / of rising dawn. / I want to be, I want to be / over and over this land, over and over this land / I am a pallet shaping an old song, so broke and breaking and blue / CH / I am a pallet of change and changing, I don't know how to not let this change me / I am in love and still love you daily, I want to change it and change you and change me / I am a pallet of giving and giveness, I don't know how to not forgive you / I am forgiving and giving you daily we will forgive and forget and begin / I am a pallet of hope and hoping, I don't know how to not be hopeful.
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River of Relief
04:12
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RIVER OF RELIEF I am a river of brambles / I am a river of red blood. / I am a river of conches, / I am a river of mud. / I am a river of relief, / I am the giver of my grief. / I am a river of bluebirds, / I am a river of the sea. / I am an ocean of blackthorn, / I am an ocean of seed. / CH / I am a river of crest-falls, / I am a river of my prayers. / I am a river of thunder, / I am a river of black rain / CH / I am a river made of lilacs / I am the sweet buds blooming / I am a river down to Georgia / I am the springtime blooming.
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Brushfires
03:06
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BRUSHFIRES There is no price you have to pay / if you want to wash me down in the river. / I will ask you no alms nor mirth, / sticks and stones, and brushfires, I understand. / REF / Please, do give me hatred, cold and damp / for I am a cave, hollow, with water black. / REF / Go reclaim the mercy of the falls, / from me, I've lived on dregs of water / REF / There is no price you have to pay, / when you go wash me down this stream. / There is no price you have to pay, / when you go to wash me down these rocks.
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Lindsay Clark Portland, Oregon
Lindsay Clark is a multi-instrumentalist, lover of nature, magic, myth and sound - she grew up in the Sierra Nevadas and now calls the Pacific Northwest home.
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