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She Dreams
04:57
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What makes me different from any other girl
reaching her tendrils into the light
to be seen, to be noticed, all around, all right
once you steal her, its hard to get her back though we use all our might she's seen the darkness on the streets that she fights
she knows what she's up against.
she dreams / How she dreams/ she dreams/ to be – seen.
you see her dreaming you see her spacing out
you think she’s wishing on a star…
She will only tell you she got her doubts
looked out the window and saw a ghost.
radio was playing saying icecaps that are melting
it made her feel like going home.
she dreams / How she dreams/ she dreams/ to be – seen.
she looks out the window and wonders what its like to run away- daddy told her he would hit her if she did so she made up her mind and left that day…
what doesn't kill makes you sick/ and if you're sick you learn a lesson/ you get wiser and I figures / it pays to cross the line and eat a little dirt sometimes.
dream / Go on and dream/ dream/ to be – seen.
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2. |
Must Be Birds
03:42
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I am a fish upon the land. I sewed these legs with my own two hands boys. I sewed these own two legs.
She said to learn to be shameless like your mother but I’m still learning to get down upon my knees. My distractions track me like a satellite that a poem or a riddle could ease.
Inspiration comes early fades like the sunset, sweetest time of day. All my thoughts they must be birds cause they were singing but they flew away…
Every garden I bring in the weed, oh the sweet irony. Empty inside the fullness of the in-between falling on my shoulders just like the rain.
Poetry is born on a napkin with a borrowed pen. At the bus stop in line at the grocery store. In the bathroom stall are the words of advice cat call that you’ve been looking for…
Inspiration comes early fades like the sunset, sweetest time of day. All my thoughts they must be birds cause they were singing but they flew away-
Inspiration comes early fades like the sunset, sweetest time of day. All of us we must be birds cause we were singing while we flew away…
when a song is a gift you sing it once and it wants to stay. Writes a story between our list of things, no time now in this drunken state…
Inspiration comes early fades like the sunset, sweetest time of day. All my thoughts they must be birds cause they were singing but they flew away-
Inspiration comes early fades like the sunset, sweetest time of day. All of us we must be birds cause we were singing while we flew away
No time now in this drunken state.
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3. |
Blue Paint
04:14
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4. |
Fade
05:58
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You might have a really good memory, it’s been years since I took biology there are kingdoms inside of kingdoms are you a genus or a phylum? I forget your name, but that is all.
All the pieces of paper reminding me to remember falling out of my purse and I love you and all those things that will never work, never work, never work.
Cause if she is the landscape I am the girl with the walking stick and you are interrupting my head as I am singing
Come together all you blinding lights. Please right before I go and just apologize
Stumble and say, She is not well, I am not well,
And that is all, that is wrong here. I am here when I am gone.
Artist you are the renegade, don’t worry about the map you made
The future she won’t sit she won’t stay
Not while we Fade, fade, fade,
Not while we slip away
It’s a shame shame, shame how we fade
…..away
Five faces were never enough so I pick the one that is most free, all the faces look familiar but the scattering will not cease,
The music is in the leaving, cant you hear the longing in the open door, and the pieces I carry turn into bits of wind when they hit the floor when they hit the floor
God knows what’s been on my mind all day. God knows, god knows I’m singing….
Come together all you blinding lights. Please right before I go and just apologize
Stumble and say, She is not well, I am not well,
And that is all, hat is wrong here.
I am here when I am gone.
Artist you are the renegade, don’t worry about the map you made
The future she won’t sit she won’t stay
Not while we Fade, fade, fade,
Not while we slip away
It’s a shame shame, shame how we fade X2
Away….
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5. |
Home
06:16
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How many tears does the ocean hold?
How much Joy trembling in the depths of her soul?
Who is watching us travel in circles while we row.
In our tiny boats our tiny boats
Oh When the grace rains down into each of our unique souls lay down in the music, let the body play it’s note we are sailing nearer…..to HOME.
Home….Home…. Home
Tim Sproul's poem
Who is the one who lets the flower bloom?
When will he be arriving? How many moons?
Take us down to that emptiness, where it’s easy to be swept to sea and
the question is not whether you can swim but, how hungry is she.
OOhhh when the grace rains down into each of our unique souls lay downnn in the music let the body play its note. We are sailing nearer nearer, we are sailing HOME
Home….Home….Home….
TIim's outro poem
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6. |
Oregon Rain
04:13
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I couldn’t keep from smiling
Out walking in the Oregon rain
Some people find it depressing
I see it in a different way
Yes I know how it feels
I have felt the pain
But now I am standing in the rain
And I see it in a different way Again
See the way the rain rolls of everything
Shining every inch of the way
Up until not that long ago
I had not one good word to say
I can’t tell you how to live
I can’t see inside your brain
But I can show you how to give
And maybe you can give some back again
Hard to keep the smile off my face
With it sprinkling all over the place
Hits the ground and flows all around
We’ve got no more time to waste
Don’t complain about the ran
It’s not that bad
And there’s nothing to be gained
By complaining about the rain again.
Here comes Sunshine
Here comes Sunshine,
Here Comes Sunshine
Here comes Sunshine
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7. |
Water
04:09
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Why do I move so slow tell me will I ever know?
why do I cry? when I am surrounded by so much love....lord god someones heaven above. who am i to sing. so i
share my water with the roses and I'll grow right where i am planted.
how far will a slug travel. if you just let it go. that is how i am moving.
messy sure and slow. i wanna be that spaced out girl at the circus.
i'll be the one charging seeds at the door.
that way baby if we go hungry. i'll just sew us some more.
share our water with the roses and we'll grow right where we are planted 2X
why do i move so slow, tell me when will i ever know and why do i cry. when i am surrounded by so much love. lord god somebody's heaven above. who am i to sing.
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8. |
How Does It Feel
04:19
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How does it feel
how does it feel?
to be the one on the front line
whether your a poor un in louisiana or some fishermen on some coast
a scientist who knows the truth and is silenced the most
How does it feel
how does it feel?
to be the one on the front line
when a poet is a criminal
and your a native on the land
when the farmer is your only friend
water is not a contract
it falls where it may
How does it feel
how does it feel?
to be the one on the front line
Maya- i am too big too big to hide
like you who came before us- still i too will rise
i need to know the answers, i must know right now
now i know how it feels, how it feels, to be the one on the front line
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9. |
Into the Blue
04:39
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I look to the stars for some clue how I feel cause I don’t feel right tonight
Could it be that I felt the way the world turns as it spins
Or the way the leaves unfold into the wind, into the blue
But you you’re much closer than the stars right there where you stand sit or wherever you are. Could it be that you could give me a clue to how I feel what is right tonight, into the blue.
Cause I chart my life by the lines on your face. I chart my heart by the smile on your face. You know I am lost but you’re lost too. We’ll just dance into the blue.
Have you heard how we modify all the seeds and that when we tried to make new queens for all the bees. The bees they new she wasn’t real and I look to my feet on the street and I feel what they feel.
When the bees flew away to their new home the false queen sat alone in an empty room. It amazes me all the things we can’t see but sense anyway and it drives us away into the blue.
It’s you. It’s you who sees me through, the blue.
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10. |
Rocky Bed
04:17
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Tonight I can’t sleep, makes me think I think too much
Like maybe it’ll be alright and
I won’t wake to a world on fire
The river she is the wildness within
Rolls on her rocky bed past a lighting struck tree in a ravine
Out where the crickets fly
At the sound of your feet
Who is this strange wanderer, what does she want all this time
Rolling in her rocky soul
This restlessness she calls home
So tonight like the river
I will not dream
I’ll stay awake and watch the wildfires burn
Fever… fever
Tonight I can’t sleep, makes me think I think too much
Like maybe it’ll be alright and
I won’t wake to a world on fire
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11. |
Lost is the Wild Inside
03:32
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made his way to california - all the way down the coast. finding any green pathway through trees that he knows.
there's an ancestor howling in these hills -- the owls recognize him - the birds sing about him in their trills - You can't deny the wold.
as he tries to find his way on planet earth
we find a footprint - the whole human race knows. Where he was and maybe, where he goes…
may he be wild and free and leave our mouth open in mystery
cause we don't really want or need to know ----except for the war between us -and the melting snow.
and the way we know it's all gonna end our lives are so short you think we'd give up and lend a hand. ooooooooooooooooooaaahhhhh wild inside
I dream of what it all means, plant in our hands and we try and understand. we follow the wilder of the land we find ourselves lost if we are lucky again. we gotta get lost again…. ooooooooo the sun, lets get lost again.
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Alexa Wiley Portland, Oregon
Alexa Wiley's music ensemble creates a superb sonic lyricism described as wild metaphorical music that rocks.
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