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Prelude
01:10
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Prelude
Words by r.c. Clark
when I woke up to caress the sun
I had shackles on my feet
when I woke up to see what I had done
I lay prostrate at your feet
you know I picked the good book
to read about you
readin' the big writin’ in the sky
the angels had a better view
i put out my hand to cover you
like a long lost letter
your cheek against mine is so divine
find me a preacher who could move you better
restin’ on my back on the risin’ tide
to see your star go sailin’ by
cherry tree floatin’ in my hand
gonna till the soil gonna work the land
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My Heart
02:00
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My Heart
My heart holds a lot of happiness
My heart holds a lot of pain
When my heart is stone dry and dusty
It opens up, lets in a little rain
My heart is built like a well
Deep down into th erock
My heart holds six feet of water
Be on guard you don’t fall into my heart
Tall in the fields around my heart
Grows the seven sycamore trees
When I need to see the seven roads to heaven
I climb up, see everything for free
In a far off country
Lives a man with a daughter on his knee
Early in the morning when the bluejays meet the sunshine
They make up whatever words they please
(Cold is the water around my heart
far from the old sunshine
cool to the lips of the petrified
sure to all immobility belie)
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Yellowbird
03:58
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Yellowbird
(For Little Bull)
“I think I’ll ride on
A little further than the others.”
So muttering he broke away
Then from the plateau
They watched him
With an uneasy sort of pride
Until he was just a speck
On the horizon
When the speck it turned around
Then back he grew
Larger than life-size
And from the back of his pony
He said, “listen here boys,
The truth be told.”
I’ve a yellow bird and an orange one and blue
In the back of my mind, I keep them there for you
On Sunday evening we go walking in a line
Me and my birds and you keeping time
You keeping time
Later he’d become mayor
Mayor of the highlands
Way out on buffalo slope
He’d open a store
A store of rope
Replete with cuttings from a sycamore tree
Behind the counter
High on a white shelf
Beside a golden cage
Read a little sign
“The truth be told.”
I’ve a yellow bird and an orange one and blue
In the back of my mind, I keep them there for you
On Sunday evening they’re in fine form, just fine
I’d have you in for a listen
If you promise to keep the time
To keep the time
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The Simpleton
03:58
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The Simpleton
words by r.c. clark
Said Simon to the simpleton
What cha doin’ what’s your sin?
Simpleton said back on me
Listen boy I just wanna be free
That’s what I’d say
The light’s reflecting over there
Off her silky auburn hair
The clouds cover up the sky
The stars they smile when they die
It’s gonna be a black day
The sun is goin’ down on me
I’m turning thirty, maybe three
Said to the signpost hanging round
I’m gonna rest beneath the ground
I’ll have it my way
That love’s looking fine so fine
Cradle her in these arms of mine
Lay myself down on the track
Got a one way ticket I’m comin’ on back
That’ll be the day
In most revealing undertones
He said nothing when he spoke
Made songs into a rope
Then he said I told you so
Probably turn to grey
Sittin’ now in candle light
Table’s bare kissed the wife
Send a prayer into the sky
It sprouts wings and waves good bye
No surprise
Heavy now, weighed me down
I decide to leave this town
Not sure I know the way
Maybe I’ll just stay one more day
But in another way
Something’s wrong when all is right
Hate to be a pessimite
As you lie in these arms of mine
I realize it’s just tonight
It’s gonna be a black day
Black day comes
Whole word comes undone
Black day comes
Light leaves with the setting sun
Black day comes
Whole world comes undone
Black day comes
Say good night to the simpleton
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5. |
1000 Birds
04:24
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1000 Birds
A thousand birds
The great rush of wings
Lifting off the lake
It’s 2 a.m.
Finally alone
Drove out of the city
The city where I was born
Now this fire’s so low
No reason for being
Here
Saturday morning
Walked past the oddfellows hall
Breakfast in a small town
Everyone somehow alone
I’ve heard the trains
I’ve watched the float planes fly by
The poet’s cycle I’ve tried
Even now it idles in the shade
Still don’t be alarmed
I’m not leavin’
In the emptiness I’ve come to find
There’ll be space for two
When you make it here
Magellan stares
He sees the same stars that I see
He says this ocean looks bleak
But there’s a passage there, my friend, for you and me
Now the settling
A thousand birds at rest
I play your song on my guitar
Lay down beside the lake
Whisper goodnight
Now don’t be alarmed
I’m not leavin’
In the emptiness I’ve come to find
There’ll be space for two
When you make it here
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6. |
Only One And Only
04:30
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Only One and Only
Words and music by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings
© Irving Music Inc/ Say Uncle Music (BMI)/Cracklin Music
Admin by Bug Music (BMI)
All rights administered by Irving Music Inc. on behalf of Say Uncle Music and Itself for the World.
Used by permission
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7. |
The Falling
05:15
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The Falling
Don’t forget the water
Heading south through these Americas
And don’t forget my mother
The day she said I just don’t have the energy
To fight this disease anymore
Gotta stop thinking in these black and whites
Saw a film and it was black and white
Brazilian lovers dying in the end
Dying in the end
Diving in the end
Diving to their end
Yell timber and it falls
Yellow cedar driftwood logs
Carving up what’s gone before
Selling stories of what we were
See diminishing returns
On what we are
Diminishing we return
To the earth
Diving to the end
Diving to the end
Manuel
Says hello
To the woman at the bus stop
Smiling through the shelter
Cups his ear and makes his sound
The sound of the moment
Reverberating moment
Diminishing returns
Reverberating moments
See diminishing returns
And don’t forget the water
Diving to the end
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Du Fu Moonin
03:41
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Du Fu Moonin
I got a white sky night longing
To see her through my tears
See her rolling in the tide
Drownin’ all my fears
Gotta midnight misty-eyed longing
She sails up and out of sight
Bobbin’ around above the fog
Turning my night sky white
If only she burned like the sun
She’d burn off all of this haze
Still I wouldn’t trade my white sky night
For a hundred and a sunny days
And you wait out on the dry land
In a night that’s clear and cold
Leaning on a balcony rail
As she rises full and bold
The ocean never freezes tears
It knows the ice would crack
On a white sky night it drifts out a while
Then she pulls the whole thing back
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Country Song (notta)
Pellucid Remix
Yellow walls four-square and poor
Old red beard, no not anymore
Bare of chest and crossed leg on the floor
Feeling sorry
For myself
And for you and the others
Joseph sits smoking by the door
He’s not talking, no not anymore
Rocking fore and back and
Feeling sorry
For the horses
All the horses and you
I don’t like my country anymore
In the middle of the game I got up
Didn’t care about the score
I’ll just sit here crossed leg
Feeling sorry
For myself
Mainly myself and you
Heard the new you’re giving in
Word on the street you’re giving on
Paying up and paying in
Heard you’re playing for the win
So I saved my sword for the conquistador
Invested funds heard the people roar
Then allegiance to the bank I swore
Oh yah
Oh yah o no
Who cares? Countries don’t matter anymore
Corporation nation knocking at my door
I’m yellow-walled smoking
Feeling sorry
For the gorges three
And the timorese
And the horses and me
She said
Don’t give up and don’t give in
No one said you had to win
Turn your face full into the wind
Don’t pay up and don’t pay in
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New Star
05:06
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New Star
Twilight
On the yellow house
Next door and I’m feelin’
Like opening up all the blinds again
Your smile
Has kept me through this bitter time
I’m guessin’ I’ll be up to speed
In a little while
Now a long long time
Before you and I were born
A star lit up and tossed its light
Out into space
Just tonight in our space
A spot of sky’ll start to glow
New star’s arrived and it should be enough
To raise a little hope
Still there’s no reply for
The wind that blows flags so wild
Everyone I know is so tired of this cold
So in the street they stamp and sing
It keeps them warm while everything
They’ve lived for all their lives
Is getting blown away
And as the twilight fades and the TV fills in
For the dark days, you say:
“Courage my love, morning time’ll come
And a new star is shinin’ for us tonight.”
They say four
Generations for your sins
I say three more if you happen to be in the government
That leaves trees
To live out the intervening years
Which might explain the free rein
On eliminating them
Back at my window
The yellow house has turned to gray
Every bird that’s settled there’s
Forgotten what she had to say
But I know, I’ve bene told
Every dog’ll have his day
If tomorrow’s mine I’ll wake up
Hit the street
Say what I have to say
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11. |
Ringin'
05:14
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Ringin
Now I think I’ll be leavin’
Once more from this town
Away from this valley
Leavin’ alone
In the slough I hear a shotgun
Bringin’ down birds
In my head I hear a melody
A melody but no words
It seems that I’ve sung out
Every last song
Every last memory
Righted most of my wrongs
Paid the man what I could afford
Stopped answering the telephone
I guess the ringin’ inside
Is my my call to move on
Last night I heard a coyote
Yelp at the moon
High voice a quaverin’
Ending too soon
It seems that he’d wrung out
Every last nerve
The saddest thing
That I’d ever heard
I think I’ll be leavin’
Away from this town
This valley of homes
Leaving along
I’ll take the song of the coyote
And the flight of the birds
And let the ringin’ inside
Have the last word
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Roger Dean Young & the Tin Sea Victoria, British Columbia
Roger Dean Young is a singer-songwriter sprung from the foothills of Alberta and deposited on the West Coast of British Columbia.
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