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Invocation
01:32
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Keremeos
04:17
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Keremeos
Keremeos so long, leavin’ has little chance of pleasin’
When you’ve finally found a plot where you belong
Peaches stone free and I can see me livin’ in a
Doublewide by the river
With a walnut tree, a retriever on no leash
Harvey keeps a yellow nugget in a pill bottle behind the china tucked away
Every morning he leaves Ethel
To go panning up river on his claim
Children are added at the rate of one a year
When the sluices come up empty Harvey comes home in tears
Slips the camper in the back of a listing crew cab
Moves them all to Vancouver now he’s building
Pre-fabricated houses
Chorus
Apple fallen by the roadside, fruit stand in the sun
Stoop and pick and dust the apple,
Old man says where you from
Frankly sir, the query beggin’ is the age old where I’m bound
My father was a farmer; guess I grew up from the ground
As for my final destination, the resting that I crave
Show me to your orchard, lend me a grave, a box, and a ladder
Chorus
Lights amassed on the horizon,
Many lights mean one orange glow
Nearly returned to the city,
Now past the orange bridge and it’s so
Coyote amblin’ down the avenue, nips into the lane
Inner-city interloper no domesticated name
Tips a nose and lifts an homage to the yellow, yellow moon
A reminder, we’re all just passin’ through, everybody’s leavin’
Chorus
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3. |
Juliana Park
03:42
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Now sing for the roosters in Juliana Park
In Utrecht in the cobbled orange morning
And for favours bestowed on strangers and those
With no truck but to deal an old song
Men on bicycles in suits and good shoes
Women wheel by their babes with nothing to lose
The winds playing Brinker on the canal and the boats
Thread the stone bridges, the redoubt of ghosts
Chorus
White cows in green pastures, horses racing the train
Their tales and manes flapping like a tarpaulin frayed
We speed by in our coaches our light hearts so naïve
Singing the guitar solo from I want to break free
Chorus
Esther you seem kind and you photograph well
And I like your fey banter yet it’s so hard to tell
If you’d put down that new camera, your collection of rings
To sight the rare pigeon with caramel wings
Chorus
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4. |
Two-Step
03:50
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A little slice of heaven
Adelaide you’re makin me laugh and I don’t even know you
But I’m guessin that the things you like,
Butterflies and hollowed wood blowin
Are pretty much the same as mine
Along the line a warbling bird
You’re uncle calls from Red Deer just to hear you
Dabble away in the water of words
While the 59th Street Bridge Song is dancing with the
Summer breeze, a two-step if you please
Why’s it everyone that I know
Just a little down, a little concerned over what they don’t know
Like will there ever be a frontier
Looking for a country where our dreams
Can have it out with our fears
There’s a colour that I’m thinking of
You can spot it yourself with a keen eye and a bent for blue sky
An appaloosa that knows her name
A verandah with an upright piano rolled out on Sundays
Chorus
Adelaide the phone is ringing
I gotta go answer to everyone they’ve got my number
But in the quiet that I leave behind
You can spy with your eye a footpath through the aspens to the pasture
Chorus
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Manyberries Soul Revival
03:44
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Manyberries Soul Revival
Pylons all displayed there goes a plastic engineer
Planning optic cable endings what’s now there is here
I stand over the abyss on a boom without an end
While the wireless transmissions lord are raining on my head
I’m losin’ my nerves
There’s a hard drive hummin’ hard
Siftin’ mail from far and wide
Inbox fillin’ up how now to reply
I’ve cut my deal with enterprise,
Now resigned to field the curse
Of a thousand urgent messages, to drown or not to thirst
I’m a losin’ my nerves
Manyberries in my dust move across the borderline
From one province to the next leave progress duress behind
Past a texas gate to gravel and even fences disappear
No wires anywhere in sight just grass and one lone steer
I’m a losin’ my nerves
The sky is azure turning gold as it silently retires
Modest in its grandeur as if adrift in some desire
I’ve parked my old corona with a mind to reap the view
Of a thousand heads of grass lit up with the last of the
Evening’s hue
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6. |
Black Water
03:18
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Black Water
Oh Regina you got a hold on me,
Half of the good that’s happened
Out here arose in your womb from a seed
Planted by a windstorm
In a late April shower while the Cheyenne sang Ca I Ra
Oh black water glistens on the street
Where the light falls and bleeds
Death is a reflex life is a footstep planted on a sidewalk uphill
En route to anywhere marigolds bloom
Or Jedara in the 2nd century
The horse and the rider have drowned in the sea
No need looking back for your enemy
Don’t cry for your young they’re caught up in the rye
This street leads to the sweet bye and bye
Oh Regina you virgin queen
When the hobos spilled over the tops of your boxcars you slaughtered with an innocent ease, deliver me an anthology of poetry inspired by, or a painting like Goya’s to really see
Oh black water runs in my soul as I watch the boys bleed, Holden’s arms open while Moses emboldened
Rages over the molten beast
Pray tell an intercessory that might cross my lips
A melody keyed for the spirit’s release
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7. |
Daniel
02:42
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Daniel
Questions that Daniel raised from his blanket strewn and paint
exploded apartment, taken from the book of knowledge with pages plump with age and mildew
#1 the many ways in which a thing may be at rest
The forces that are needed to keep a thing at rest
And how the air prevents the falling raindrops from killing us
How the air prevents the falling raindrops from killing us
Added I have some others from my own papered and guitar strewn apartment
How do we rest the beautiful among us when the light in their eyes shines constant like frozen lightening
And as the rain falls on the asphalt shingles that protect me
I must raise a bottle to the fundamental promise that abides us
How the air prevents the falling raindrops from killing us
How the air prevents the falling raindrops from killing us
(Why is it dangerous to fall from a great height)
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8. |
Pleiades
02:51
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Pleiades
Travelin’ all the outa the way places Cameron
Sleeping in the back of your car
Fully retractable moon roof open
Lay and rediscover the stars
Look at the moon passing over Pleiades
Wouldn’t it be something if it fell
Landed in the lake with a splash and just laid there
Wouldn’t it be something to tell
Hiking to the top of the ski hill Sunday
A hawk on the wing and in your eye
A series of paintings you plan to deliver
Based loosely on celestial appetites
Chorus
There’s a cutter that luffs on the lake of the father
With a skipper draped placid oer the bow
A net the size of the moon trails aft
Just because and in case you never know
Chorus
An apocalypse was playing on the big screen last night
A little devastation everywhere
Like a circuit ridin’ preacher an itinerant healer
You trumpeted the big/good news everywhere
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9. |
Hummingbird
02:30
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Hummingbird
Don’t be scared
Of airplanes falling from the quiet blue sky into the pond
Of slippin’ sideways end over end and headlong
Of leavin’ my love
Don’t be alarmed
By an illness that befalls the ones we love one by one
Everyone among us with a hole in the blanket of their love
Never to be mended
Don’t be scared
Of the earth a trembling pictures fallin’ off the walls
Tumbling vases, beneath the rubble a phone call
To someone you love
Rollin in and out of all these hotels with you
In Gerona, a pension sheets hang white from our favorite room
Everyone with a step to sit everyone with a perfect view
Of a fluttering beauty
Now gone in a wing beat
Hush, we all fall down
Come in close, hover
Near the blooms of almonds honey bitter to the taste
Hummingbird in focus drinks the moment and falls away
A vanishing so graceful
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10. |
Red Willow Bow
03:07
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red willow bow
Notch an arrow to a red willow bow
Send out an arrow through the gathering snow
No words, no words for nearly seven days
At night the face reflected in the window has changed
Slender ambition, tapered, feathered and gone
Geometry of solitude is now drawn
Everyone deserves a quiet place
Everyone a brief reprieve
Everyone deserves a night with no sound
Leaving the world alone to breath
Arthur the elder alone tends to his grapes
Desert mountain wind shot through with sage
Distant canon sounds to frighten the birds
Grass it whispers, “no words, no words”
Pauses long when the telephone rings
Son on the line relents to the joy he brings
Pleasantries then let the silence ring out
“Good to hear your voice, not much else”
Chorus
Now let’s hear it for the roses and their kind
From seed to sunset with nary a whine
And for all the arrows a’ flight in full intent
To intersect the slant of snow silent
Chorus
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Sunday Evening Coming Down
There’s a casual beauty, tonight in the clutter
Of voices thrown down on this poor servant’s platter
Hammer to anvil to be forgotten though laughable
Words turned electric by a liquid flame
You say, she would have loved it here with this cracker-jack stereo
Paying homage to an era vague, playing songs that we shouldn’t know
Accordion bellows breath sadness like the party guest drinking
To counter the recent loss of a family member
Kundera lifts a hand of dismissal over this trivial ritual
Immortalist seeking companion, personal advertisements
They drip and drizzle
The band’s all here
They’ve tightened up their instruments
So ramp up the harmony
Sunday Evening’s Coming Down
There’s a casual beauty in this virulent struggle
The bump and shuffle between the vulgar and the serene
Me, I like to bathe in the evening, ears under water
Listening for a heart beat
And you, is it the thunder you crave, of the amplified music
Drums pound in your heart’s cave
Me, I always catch myself grinnin’ when he asks is this too loud
Then he brings a little more
The band’s all here
They’ve tightened up their instruments
So ramp up the harmony
Sunday Evening’s Coming Down
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Words and Music by Neil Young
Silver Fiddle Music c/o Wixen Music Publishing ASCAP
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13. |
Threshold
05:30
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Threshold
High on a riverbank next to the clouds
Stands an old man a buffalo a woman and a crowd
It’s the day of the reckoning when all souls report
There’s a hesitancy hanging over as in what’s all this for
Captained by my innocence you and I go floating by
In a yellow canoe we paddle and we glide
While the trial for the ages unfolds high on the bluff
It’s the people and the animals versus the same versus us
(Chorus)
Hey, hey old waters still run
Still roll the heavy clouds still hangs the sun
Here on the threshold with the light nearly done
The few rays that trickle in
Arrive as dawn to the innocent ones
From the white light of the Cambrian morning
To the sodium lights at night
Rigged as for an episode of the deliverer and his plight
Stream the ripe chords of the revealing,
Chimes the song, the tambourine
As the cliff succumbs to all our needs
Buffalo spills over tumbles clean
While the careful and the headstrong the pious and the brave
Avail themselves of suffering
Is this some significance that we crave
Led by a firm yet supple wind you and I drift from the fray
Reference the 9th elegy, return to our play
Chorus
The trumpeter swans are calling us home
Radio frequencies a circle of stones
Here on the river we follow the flow
And there’s a clearing just round the bend
A riparian heaven where song never ends
Soft pedal your anxious heart, play the new one again
My friend
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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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