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Hiding in Love
05:18
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When I was a babe I had a feeling,
that the mothers and the fathers they were perfectly tuned,
And before I knew blood and before I knew shame,
I was riding on hips and adored by them daily,
a breathing dirigible for laughing and wailing,
And the pink and the blue, they were one and the same
And all was hiding with love.
When I was a boy, I had a feeling
the garden was spirit and spoke through the dirt in the field
If in summer did land on her belly our breathing
And await the arrival of sprout from the seedling
How she gifted our home with her body and meaning
And under it all was the mystery of being
Alive and hiding with love.
On, all in one for I have a feeling
here we have only our feeling, and it’s perfectly tuned
With our hearts intertwined in body and meaning
To play and to stay in the mystery of being
In the sorrow and joy in the cuts and the healing
like the pink and the blue are just points in the frequency
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2. |
Soul Machine
04:29
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The soul machine it turns and churns with splendor
It sends us falling into flesh so tender
We’re carbon marvels weaving prayers into the air we breathe
the fortune sick fugitive hunger strike refugees
Arm and arm gifted heaven-sent hardware we
feel the ruts and rises thrilled to build and fill and carry
(we) sing the words carved deep within the funeral pyre
The only eyes and ears for miles
The soul machine rumbling gorgeous on the world we ride
The breath kite bright light whole heart hard wired
We’re ghosts chosen for the post of a lifetime
We can bring the ocean home, we paddle in and kill the fire
Eternity she waits at ease, she found another finish line
The sleepless leaves they wake the trees and (with) gravity to feed the (pyre) fire
Raising hope for the spirits here and everywhere
The only eyes and ears who care
She said this one it would be rough. (got a vision for the rocks on the other side of)
Five hundred billion blinks and up. (back into the river one and only you and I we)
There must be someone here we trust (breathing rough we’re the underwater kids divided)
We made our love into this rust (we are the sons daughters souls tied turn bright)
Everybody’s looking to be happy, this might sound crazy but it’s true.
It’s why we make a big fuss, why we stand in line,
It’s why we’re wakin’ up early, why we’re saving our dimes,
Why we buy stuff, take stuff, make stuff, break stuff,
Change it all around and somehow put it all back together again.
The sun comes up and the sun goes down
and we think of something new to try to help us feel proud
and the air is so sweet and the music in the sounds,
but we’re racing ‘round the track for the first place cloud
and the secret sits quiet while we’re growin’ and we’re dyin’
the message hidden in every breath, in every birth and every death
we get it, but then forget it
We can win or we can fail, we can try or we can bail
We can sing a song of hope, we can cry or we can sail
We can hold it or release. We can fight or keep the peace.
We can start a revolution, ride a bike to stop pollution.
We can move to the beat, we can march into the street
We can wrestle with the fear, we can love the one’s we’re near,
We can burn inside, or we can let it slide
One precious life
doesn’t everything die too soon
Wild precious life
what do you plan to do with your
one wild precious life?
She said this one, it would be rough
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3. |
One at a Time
04:57
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Put down the phone, unfold the sail
look past the face sophistication banded lands in clasp of hand
soft go the knees, strong grows the breeze
with faith that knows and sees ahead the race we lead before we rest
The water wide, the wind we ride,
the story waits, the starting shot fires x2
We can watch from the window, we’ve the sail and the oar
With strength and right to hold them tight,
come come push away from the shore
Speed the sea, released to streamline, charted waters gone
No friction, no weight, no obstacles they’re fading,
the hours we walk, we don’t stop til dawn
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4. |
Sadie
05:32
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Timmy Tom James been gone 6 nights
left no sign ‘neath cradle-moon light
Since he lost his Sadie, no he ain’t been right.
His eyes gone hollow and his hair gone white
woke from a sleep full of restless dreams
by the sound of her voice soft but clear
He said “Sadie? Sadie, my dear!”
The song so sweet to his heart torn wide
done wrapped around & held him tight
like a tailored fit for a dance in the dark,
an arrow struck deep in the mark
Shot off the bed and down the stair,
lost to the ache, no thought, no care
out the door and lept the well,
pulled from his home by the power of the spell
Ran callin' “Sadie! Sadie, my dear?!!
Legend has it not far from town
there’s a cave with a bottom ain’t yet been found
where a deep wood spirit with the hunger waits
biding its time with the songs by day
& gatherin’ souls of the lost and weak,
luring them in with the sound they seek
and a wounded heart with a pair of ears
might find its way by the sound that steers
him calling “Sadie, Sadie, my dear!”
Now Tim and Sadie been reunited.
I’ll be keeping them here for a long, long while.
They’ll be working the songs through the midnight hour,
callin’ more souls to add to the power
And if there’s a song you’d like to hear,
just say it in the night soft but clear
Might take us day to learn the tune,
but listen beneath the cradle moon.
For Sadie, Sadie, my dear
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5. |
Concentrate
05:56
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Concentrate.
The air that you breathed is in the finger that plays this guitar.
Maybe true
left behind it the dust you’ll become one day soon,
the light that you see now has already gone past the moon.
In tune.
We’ve come from the winter the darkness is over,
We were burnt by the sun and stung by the frozen wind
We take this as needed for shedding of skin
and welcome the upcoming change with open arms.
Round they go.
The galaxies spinning in cells of the thumb-tip we’re on. Ride on.
As few here see
that the second hand moves while we hope and we dream,
Work the 9 to 5 shift between loving and grief then we’re gone.
Long gone.
But we take this as needed for shedding skin
and welcome the upcoming change.
Who will fall out of line from this circle on circle?
Who makes it to heaven without first seeing hell?
Who’ll go running from safety while we watch them pass?
What lives and waits for us to return?
We take this as needed for shedding of skin,
and welcome the upcoming change with open arms.
Listen. Here’s your secret mission,
for to help us wake from sleeping:
Waste no breath on falsely speaking.
Taste the fruit and fear no bleeding.
Now you who see, know the rest of your life is only and ever right now.
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6. |
Woven
05:54
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Sticks and stones, broken hearts and bones, and the truth be told,
We might not make it through the night
Both young & old, it’s the pain we hold, it’s so hard to shoulder
please lord just help me get it right
Now I watch her cry for the falling sky & the crumbling signs
And I fear we’re losing ground
With hopes so high & eyes so wide on the highest climb
No wonder it feels so far when we falter
But the dust will clear, the straight and queer will be enfolded
The wheel will spin, every shade of skin will be golden
The scale will shake, Athena will unseat the throne
The seeds are sewn, behold how tightly we are woven
Now it’s no surprise, mothers die, cells divide (or poets dive)
And I’m here sitting still and centered now
If what we will is what we find, and what we find is they’re the same inside
Tell me one thing: how many does your us abide?
The dust will clear, the straight and queer will be enfolded
The wheel will spin, every shade of skin will be golden
The scale will shake, Athena she will take the throne
The seeds are sewn, behold how tightly we are woven
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Featherburn Lancaster, Pennsylvania
Featherburn plays accordion-powered romp-rock for adventurers. Volcanic, quirky and theatrical, the band weaves folk, punk, and eastern Europe with groove, grit, rhapsody, stereophonic harmony and shouts of moxy into a deep, playful wake-up call to marvel and wonder. ... more
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