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Walk Away
00:44
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Walk away my little heart
Walk away my love
Walk away bull mind
and preferences thereof.
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Chanceworthy Thought
03:16
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Hungry and confused laying in the pews with thoughts all doomed.
I think I remember you, are you that golden arm? A flying tern over the sea.
The mist had itself laid all over the hills and my fingers could barely move.
The mountains pricked my eyes, my whole being on fire.
Which bombs could burst the sky, blow music off my lyre?
Chanceworthy thoughts why be lost?
Working hard to swing the broken swing.
Grasses wet with the tears of spring.
Eating jubilee beans, the wind sings of a dry flower dictionary engram.
Cheers with this chipped cup to the new day's rust, with the handle all busted off. I thought I was in control of at least my own time.
For the most part, I was right. It's just the wound, the afflicting curse and blessings of being life.
Mouse is swallowed hole, I'm in the stomach too.
Staring down the cherished view but the dark sky comes anew.
Chanceworthy thought why be lost.
Water runs through every brick.
You can dance in the rain and never get sick.
Cold in the throat with a lonely voice blundering homesick for flowers and a long nap.
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Everlasting Teacher
04:22
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Everlasting teacher, funny little preacher, where do you hide all of your tricks?
In the hilly city, blossoming from concrete, feverfew with dry feet.
From the heart of the wild grew up a civilization from humble starts to a headache of a nation
From the mind elliptical spinning chimes
From the spine a twitch of life
Theoretically in any blessed moment that be the house could be broken by a slight breeze.
Tantalizing meter, free-form structure eater - caught in barbed wire of Demeter.
Spiritual, say it like you mean, church bells ringing once, twice, morning, road noise, night.
From the spine a twitch of life
From the mind elliptical spinning chimes
Everlasting teacher, funny little preacher, may we be worthy of suffering.
Bring me mulberry wine, don't forget to give thanks all the time, buckets of sunshine, love of thy light so divine
A feather for a pen, the lives of thousands of men, may we write one line worthy of them.
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4. |
Refuse a Bad Image
03:22
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Cottontail and the pussy willow, little teeth neath my pillow
Skip the first step on the jumping jack, slip and slide on the shellac
Throw a ladder into the water and climb up into one another
Say I refuse it, I refuse it
I refuse a bad image.
Barrier weave and the nonsense row slide a muse down your throat
Moonlit dance on the mossy dress of the river docent
I'm hear again at the water's edge listening to encouragement
But should I move a moment to soon will I miss the moth's interlude
Say I refuse it, I refuse it
I refuse a bad image.
Let me fade, let me drown, let me sink into the ground
Like the blood of the bird I'll become dirt, blend in with the evenings sound
Say I refuse it, I refuse it
I refuse a bad image.
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Oh, this has been done before
Heard the rain pour, pour, pour, pour
Oh this has been done before
Caught in a fury of a storm
Eee! Hear the coyote scream in a nearby valley.
Eee! Frozen nose, clenched teeth. Didn't know I could ever learn to feel.
Oh, this has been done before
Stories in ancient lore
Oh, this has been done before
Running through the stalks of corn
Eee! Hear the cackling crow scream murder in the hemlock tree
Eee!
Oh, this has been done before
children combing the lakeshore
Oh, this has been done before
wishing wanting for more.
Eee! Hear wind come through the panes/pains
Hear the crashing roar of the churning waves
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6. |
Memory Faith
02:35
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7. |
Dead and Gone
02:49
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8. |
Hymn #1
03:05
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Everyone I know became a flower. Everything I know became seed.
It's just the sunset over the frozen lake. God's slender trumpets playing day after day. Hark, hallejujah, I've seen his face and now it fades.
First came the crocus then the song sparrow singing my joy with the rain. I feel I've waited innumerable days to stumble upon the sweetest flowing spring. Ah namaste, love has come and gone it's way.
I've seen the hands of a child in day dreams and night dreams. Swam in the vision of nature's blessing, life in its fullest I dream of waking.
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9. |
Just Making Noise
03:53
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I've held hands in two and had the stars yell out of you.
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10. |
Dreamer's Pond
03:42
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Mirrors of galaxies tromp at my knees
Peddling ancients marked by their decree
Don't hold me by arrow or hold me by stone
Married marred significance dally on my brow bone
I need not know this sage bride, she will be revealed at last
the meaning glistens in weary, repeated casts
I don't wish to stop with the water at my knees
Painfully reminded of sullen retreat
Self appointed residence in vain mockery
apprentice of darkness and vague letter writing
I thought I found a mountain, oh quarried a stone
but all's floating eyes, inner turbidity rages on alone.
Beloved don't let go though the current is strong
Where we've mis-stepped do those steps remain forever wrong?
Nymph, beetle, sycophant, hieroglyph whirling in loosened mud.
A plausible cadaver spoke,
"Pull me up and burn me with your old notes
For cherished be the mustard seed
Who follow rain where ere she go.
The young become calloused in growing
who eat the seed, young blossoms flowing?
Roadside horse, gooses, goslings, ditch watercress
and old rings all feeding
Dance in smoke coloured calico, spin your dresses so creator will know"
Beloved don't let go though the current is strong
Where we've stepped, we've stepped and no we must move on
Carry out the sentence dally wrote in the dreamer's pond
dance in smoke coloured calico, spin your dresses so creator will know
Life is needed, life is wanted.
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11. |
End of the Dock
02:55
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12. |
Stars in My Sky
04:04
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Chasing the strays wondering what'd it be like to be found.
Does it feel like being caught?
Running away, the arrangement has got to change.
Let Persephone appraise the situation, farse in the kingdom, applied condemnation be banished.
For mind-locked, blinded action mocking the dead who love, still love the living.
gorgeous beloved, tempting mistress, severing goddess - you're eyes are stars in my sky
In his dark lair with his sweet fruits, seemingly acute, he plots for his bride.
Freedom, he wrote, nature we define with our anxious eye
through our sorrow we might find the desire to be pulled under, challenge the task, frighten the mask, give reason to save ourselves from the shrieking, powerful boo.
gorgeous beloved, tempting mistress, severing goddess - you're eyes are stars in my sky
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13. |
Natural Way to Be
05:13
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If I don't write back I'm not careless, I just don't have anything good to say.
You can write me back any day and my words just might find the way to bridge the gap between hunger and knowing,I don't wanna know a damned thing.
She gave me words for my gravestone, geometric figurines
My thoughts became palpable, my feelings available to read
Cause she said, "Darling you are beautiful as any creature living.
Desirable it is to be understandable, the goal is to be happy
and find a natural way to live."
Do you hear the high desert grasshopper fingersnaps? I think I do.
Can you smell the tracked out winter footsteps? I think I can.
Do you know the way to the heavenly union? I'll sure try
curbside, park bench, interstice working hard to keep the moment alive
saying you can come by and visit me anytime and we'll find a natural way to be.
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Lena Maude Michigan
American Singer-songwriter, sketch artist, creative. Her music is marked by lyrics reflecting on connection to nature, mythology, psychology, and a yearning for magic and whimsy. Sometimes sweet, sometimes snarky - sometime beautiful and sometimes harsh. ... more
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