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Mel O Dee
02:03
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Slow down in the pine grove
Been a wild roam
Gone astray
Follow the hallow trot of the animal promenade
And o!
Get caught in the rhyme, Ink blot
Mornin’ to night
Come, participate!
A reel is turning
The field is churning
The seeds, rejoicing awake (hey!)
I once said to a lady I read she’d be seeing some dread in her day
She told me waitin’ on misery is waitin’ on anything anyway
There’s a roar in the eye of the storm
Hitting the water
Stirring the wave
Cut of the cloth, kick the cauldron off!
Give it a while, iron wrought on a flame
Ahhhh….ahhhh.ahhhhh…ahhhh..ahahah
Huddled round the fire, what a wayward lot
Thunder is a-breakin’ and the coal got hot
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2. |
Awaken The Maiden
02:28
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In the night
The darkening sky
Forged the plight
Of age and time
Lie lie lie lie
In a moment
I’m awoken
By the wild world churning
Got a yearnin, feel it burnin,
Oughta go out exploring the bog and broil
And quit recoiling at the thought of being mortal
Sorry mama,
I’m going to the field
The old crone has spoken
In the night
Through the woods
She travels light
Starry eyes
Bread and twine
Lie lie lie lie
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3. |
Why-O
03:34
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Why-O, why-O
Sweet flower you won’t bloom
The way I need you to bloom
The mothers speaking to the mirror all night
Boilerplate that is as tired as a pilot light
“Did I do you right?
When you were young and on the vine”
“Were you spared the blight?”
Her cry pierces and incites the night
A storms picking up, alright
But the mountain is heavy,
It stays where it likes
The shutters fly open
Awaking the maiden
Coming in from the seas
Waterspouts spitting seeds
Making a city deep down in the roots
And a vision you see
“Were you spared the blight?”
Her cry pierces and incites the night
A storms picking up, alright
But the mountain is heavy,
It stays where it likes
Why-O, why-O
Does this soothsayer come to me as a crone?
A wise woman
But somehow we don’t trust a woman who knows what she knows
The vision she’s come to bear
Is one most every mother of all time has feared
That her child is not to be spared
Should she, lured with enchantment, voyage to the field
But there she will bloom
The way she needs to bloom
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4. |
Timekeeper
03:49
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This is a place of unrest
Have a last look into your singular memory and leave it all behind
Sinkin’ down like a pile of fine sand through the neck of a blown glass timekeeper
Another man’s design
Wax drip kisses the lip of the table while the polish is punished for the whole affair
Don’t you know that life isn’t fair?
It’s got mountains of good fortune
But some, they get pulls of poison
No sleep, no dream
In the dark empty
It’s only as bad as the worst memory
See what it see, be what it be
A maker of senses
A self possessed interest
Clinging to an existence
You tired and you listless
Oh it’s the age of splendor!
The spent are spendin’ bigger…
We could leave it all behind
Sinking down like a pile of fine sand through the neck of a blown glass timekeeper
Another man’s design
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Porridge
03:38
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Oh the world was ours
As the bottle filled with lightning charge
And the rain fell upon your forehead
It turned the ground into mush like porridge
Two spoons dancing at dawn
One got sold, the other got pawned
As one got old, the other got on
Glory,
Glory befell
With a yank, a pull, a ping of a bell
How do you do in your s o u l?
All alone
While the waters low
You got a way out, way to go
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6. |
Vestige
03:14
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Across a crumb leaver’s seat
An orb weaver spins a silk thread into a home
Around it churning a world is turning
A million more out the back window
Broke the thunder
I have wondered
Why would you let it all go
Was it living with the middleman
Along for supper while they’re burning the field
Or a late evening fog appearing at the moment you looked for a sign
You stood vivid, a red moon rising
As the fire drifted to the unknown
Into midnight
Into sacrifice
A gleam approaches to be lifted and throned
Felt the high tide
Grab my feet one night
Looked in your eyes
You looked like a mote of a human
I have wondered why would you let it all go
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Deep mud is clinging leaves and other beings
Our time is fleeting
Some days have seen their light
Oooooh….light…
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8. |
Miss Toad
03:09
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Miss Toad lay low
Don’t you know how you could go out?
You could be old and gray
But the ice is melting so you sit and you wait
There’s a pad you can stay in, just a little dilapidated
With a room for conversation and a roof for a change
Now the cages are busted
Now that the new one has been entrusted
Miss toad wanders from lover to lover
Pressing flowers in her hardcover
In the meadow bees are buzzin’
Getting on the whole world is hummin’
That took some kind of patience
You’ve been waiting your whole life for this
Still, we must ask of the bootlicker:
Is the tongue of honey or glue for her?
Powdered muskets sit at the county line
A finger full of rage for the night sky
When a splash is heard at the pond nearby
The drummer hit their drum and the sparks fly
Stars are fallin down in a landslide
And in the darkness Miss Toad scuttles by
Miss Toad lay low
Miss Toad lay low
Don't you know how you could go out,
You could be old and gray
But the ice is melting so you sit and you wait
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9. |
Fairchild, Pt. 1
06:01
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Fairchild, Pt.1
How do you talk about it without making noise?
I wanted to be kind to you, but I wanted you to go
I wanted to be kind to you, but I wanna be alone
If I wait until it worsens I’ll resend that and more
You’re turning into something I don’t want to see you for
Turning into something I can’t look at anymore
O I’m tired
I’m tired
Always said I don’t wanna be an inspiration
I just want to go to places
Beyond crow pickin’ at dead deer
Maybe I’m ideal
I may not be going strong
At least I’m going at all
Way down the road
We’re already talking
About my baby and your child
Who is already grown
We’re countin’ our blessin’s over the phone
I’m hearing in you the sound of happiness
And I’m loving you for being my friend
Ooooh….
It’s an awful long road for those who are growing old
Another talk
We prophecy our own fall
Say I’m not scared of dying
I just wanna go out fine
As I watch the fire burn out
I am looking for a light
I’ve been bitter, I remember
And you were always on my side
You know I’ve had a good life
Glacier remember
When it was simple
They watched from the same old eye
Now they trickle down the river
I watch as it floats by
Made a heart and I want to fly
I’m already gone but I
Wanted to say goodbye
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With a heart of gold
A hand in your own
You want to know
How does it get loud
While you seek the sound of a quiet bound
Beauty
What’s it to me?
It’s all for show, but I wanna know it
I call upon Miss Fairchild
Running wild
Tethered not to thee, a kind and gentle tree
A prisoner to the earth round he
Woa!
The salted bow sent the arrow
To the mouth of the open road—
That’s where she did go
Mmm, for the sake of your runaway love
You may think it worn off
But it’s all in the root system
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With the ones you’ve lost
Your ma and pa
The aching loon and her wailing call
The current in the water, forest in the fall
The ones packing the boxes and deliverin them haul
Your doorstep and your front room and your hall
The floating of the clouds big ol cottonball
The business of business at all
The building and the falling of a wall
The givers and the takers (call it a draw!)
The makers and the singers of a song
The one that you know in your heart
The sickness and the sorrow and the sordid law
It’s all in the root system
It’s all in the root system
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11. |
Patch
03:31
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And how! And how!
Forget the storm, forget the shroud
Weaving a song
Without a sound
The needles gone
The seams come out
Here I stand, waiting
Some horror struck maiden
That’s all it took
A thunder cloud
We took shelter under the boughs
Little bit of oak
Little bit of mire
Little bit of smoke from a little bit of fire
And drink something sweet
It’s nothin’ but ease incoming!
To be in love again…
You got it bad, you take it back
A seeping heart and a thread-bare rag
That’s all it took
You make that patch
You missed the forest for a wooden match
Little bit of oak
Little bit of mire
Little bit of smoke from a little bit of fire
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