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As Friends May Go
03:50
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Make the music as slow as you can
Let’s drag these words out ‘till the day
I’m tired of rest and I’m sick of this bed
Before I was ready you started to say
As Friends may go I may be gone.
So every day I walk in the grass and lick my fingers clean of the dew
I know I said I needed you to turn to -you got me wrong again
I never really wanted to fall all I wanted was to be
Friends may go I may be gone
You were like the winter sun, casting shadows at fifty below
full of blinding light and promises but as cold as night
I never really wanted to warn you all I wanted was to be
Friends may go I may be gone
So every day I walk on the ice, the owls and chickadees follow me along
I know I said I wanted to hear from you
Got me wrong again I never really wanted your words
All I wanted was to be
Friends may go I may be
Friends may go, I may be gone.
Now all my friends are angry at you, they see what’s left of me
When you turn away
I’ve lain awake at night waiting for your kindness- it’s gone again
I never really wanted to forgive you
All I wanted ...
Is gone...
Make the music as slow as you can
Let’s sing these words out ‘till the day
I’m tired of rest and I want my sweet bed
Before I was ready I started to say
As friends may go, I may be gone.
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The leaves are green the trees they are tall
all those happy summer days are all past and gone
and here I am alone on the coldest winter day
he was young but daily were a growin'
Oh father , dear father you've done to me much wrong
for you have married me to a boy that is too young
for I am twice twelve and he's only thirteen
He's young, he daily are a growin'
Oh daughter dear daughter I've done to you no wrong
for I have married you to a rich farmers son
and if you will but love him and treat him as your kin
he's young, he daily are a ' growin'
Oh the boys are in the field out playin' at a ball
and my young lover is the flower of them all
go tie a blue ribbon round about his neck
for to let the other girls know he is married
At the age of thirteen married man was he
at the age of fourteen his first child was born
at the age of sixteen on his grave the grass grows green
And that has put an end to his growing.
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Sweetgrass
03:38
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Braid it not for you need not
Braid it not for you need not
Earth and heaven are the same place
And neither are you divided
Some of the grace of the wind that flows
or a bird folding a piece of grass
making a basket the wind to hold
out of mud and pieces of plastic
My own cruelty follows me
long after the whole world's forgiven
Those nights of ennui would have ruined me
but for a drop of the kindness you gave
But for a drop of your kindness
and that you patiently suffered me
you even suffered me gladly
Dirt and water are kindness
Dirt and water are kindness
All of the animals walk in delight
for the sake of dirt and water
Rue it not for you need not
Rue it not for you need not
Earth and heaven are your hiding place
And all among the tall grasses.
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Panik in the Cattle- pen
05:36
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Come morning I'll be glad for what I've done
I am the painter and the picture - we are one
like rain that falls of sea-washed sand this day is never done
come, the day.
For too long have I suffered in the tombs of luxury
where the body is as worthless and the soul can go to sleep
I go now to the real world where the moon takes care of me
Grandmother!
I leave behind the factories I leave you with your farms
I leave behind the prison with its hundred grasping arm
I leave behind the public school to domesticate and maim
and I leave you with your money it's like a ball and
chain.
I'm goin out to the real world where the moon takes care of me
surrounded by my brother and sisters the trees
they shelter and protect and they do not lie...
I dreamt that in a city they forgot to cut the trees
they forgot to mow the grass down, they forgot to kill the weeds
and in one year of seasons that city was overgrown
and in two years of seasons
that city was all gone.
My love has eyes like planets and a face just like the sun
a voice as sweet as blackbirds when the new spring has come
and the love that goes between us is not always human
not...
always
so come along now pretty morning make me glad for what I've done
I am the hunter and the hunted we are one
Like the eye that sees and the eye that is blind
this day is never done.
Come, sweet night.
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Tout de long d'un rivage
tout de long d'un coulant ruisseau
j'entendus la voix d'un oiseau
disant dans san langage:
"Que dieu benisse ces jeunes gens
qui se mettent en menage"
Le premier jour c'est les noces
quel habit nous faut prendre
Il faut donc prende l'habit blanche
l'habit de rejouissance
Aussi le chapeau de souci
Le collier de souffrance
O ma fille- o ma fille,
qui-c' qui vous a forcee
qui-c' qui vous a fait prendre
c'est votr volonte
Je vous ai ti pas toujours dit
que dans le mariage
que dieu benisse ces jeunes gens
qui se mettent en menage...
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Pastorale
10:52
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Coyotes are crying like somebody died and the wind is blowing the stars off course and there's mice in the traps and a nighthawk outside and the damn sky is blue as a broken heart and always just suspended just beyond my lonely poor heart and the mud is freezing under the turquoise sky which is just suspended beyond my eyes and the real is closer now the sky subsides...
If I could just touch the surface of that silky sky...
The buzzing flies sound like mens voices
the ones that kill cows with electric devices
the black flies sound like the old men
coming to kill the spring cattle
The rich will survive, the poor will perish
They're glad to see we're keeping our faith
the rich are glad we're keeping our faith
it'll be that much longer until we awake.
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For Jesse Bernstein
03:26
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I learned hope where there was no hope
and I learned love where there was no love
and you heard a voice where there was no voice
But I hear only wailing...
and the poor are a little quieter now
and the artists all are sleeping
and the sleep of reason produceth monsters*
and all the monsters are weeping...
In this modern world maybe despair is as close as we can come to hope and
maybe death is as close as we will ever come to life
and I hear a voice and it's wailing
Like all newly dead people some are going to blame you
but life without love is worthless and body grows tired and feeble
and every song is a prophecy and every song comes true
and I had a big black stolen mare and that's my only proof
mercantile america has buried another great poet
beneath the feet of the zombie sheep who never feel a thing
but I feel...
and everything hurts.
spring has ushered in a new age of darkness where neither song nor word can breathe
the hearts clenched tight as welfare cheque and the birds are dead on the wing
the little birds... are dead on the wing...
* Francisco Goya
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Kathleen Yearwood Ordeal
Guitarist and singer for over 30 years. Plays folk- concrete music. Structured inprovisations, random acts of bad dance and odd-ience participaction. Smashed glass and naked men. From Slovenia to iceland.
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