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He stopped right there in his tracks
He said, "This is the moment we take off our masks."
I said, "I'd love to know who you really are."
He said, "I bet my soul on a shooting star."
"I used to run with bears.
I suffered three lifetimes.
I used to have long flowing hair.
My eyes opened in the nighttime."
I pondered this a moment as he slipped his hand in mine.
His hand was calloused, worn and warm
and he smelled of turpentine.
He used to run with bears.
He suffered three lifetimes.
He used to have long flowing hair.
His opened in the nighttime.
I said, "I have no revelation, no magical mystery.
I barely have an occupation, how could I have a history?"
He said, "Your big brown eyes tell of years past.
Engrained in your lips are the spells that you cast.
The curls of your hair sing many songs.
The scars that you bear tell of all the times you've been wronged."
He used to run with bears.
He suffered three lifetimes.
He used to have long flowing hair.
His opened in the nighttime.
He has a scarlet brand on his right forearm.
He once counted grains of sand and
he calls me "Dear one."
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Only a Fountain
03:10
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Let the blood of our ancestors sink into the soil
Let all the sons of Jacob suffer for their toil
Find a small cove
Maybe a grotto
Fill it up will all our treasures
Present it on the morrow
We hide
We hide our humanity
Not in our bones but in our brains
So the world cannot see
We talk the talk
But our fragile lips fumble
We walk the walk
But our weak feet stumble
Plant me in your garden
But leave me to my weeds
I'll bloom and burst and sing
And grow like mustard seed
I carry on my shoulder
bits of this mountain
I run to the river
But I find only a fountain
We hide
We hide our humanity
Not in our bones but in our brains
So the world cannot see
We talk the talk
But our fragile lips fumble
We walk the walk
But our weak feet stumble
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Our Zephyr
03:17
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Meet me in the midnight mist
Bring your lovelorn bones and your iron fist
Your eyes dark, black as a raven's claw
Dart around this town like a brooding outlaw
The dawn is drawing near
Our zephyr's almost here
You packed your guitar and two sets of strings,
A banjo, a fiddle and myself to sing
You see, our muses,
They left a long time ago
So now we must follow where the west wind blows
The dawn is drawing near
Our zephyr's almost here
Beatnik queens and desert wanderers
Artist freaks and double entendres
Tattered roads and weary highways
Just you, me, our loose change, and Yahweh
The dawn is drawing near
Our zephyr's almost here
I swallow the last of this town's dust and
listen as the wind whispers,
"Desert or bust."
The dawn is drawing near
Our zephyr's finally here
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Run Free
04:28
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Face the monsters
Yield the sun
Battle the impostors
Your victory won
Let curiosity kill your pride
Let the wilderness be your guide
Draw your sword but pray for peace
Eat your words and let your inner beast run free
Take your chances
Play with fate
Ditch romances
Throw away the date
Invite the ghosts in
Call each by name
Play a little trick and
Then send them away
Draw your sword but pray for peace
Eat your words and let your inner beast run free
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5. |
Inhibition
04:40
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I tied around my eyes a golden blindfold
so that I might stumble upon this world's threshold.
I pierced the skin tight around my wrist
so that my own hand could not longer form a fist.
I etched on my ankle a church and a steeple
but I always feel so alone walking with crowds of people.
I poured into a bottle all my emotion
but it foamed and bubbled over like salt in the ocean.
I painted my body the color of a sand dune
so that when I feel deserted I might blend in soon.
If I open my mouth,
will my daydreams come out?
Will my words dance hungrily with the breeze?
If I loosen my grasp,
will the warlords attack?
Will the lovethirsty listen to my plea?
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Siren's Call
02:42
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Behind each sycamore
The stars hide from our eyes
We questioned them before
But they had no disguise
The moonlight gleams
On the dreams that paint your skin
Dust of the moonbeams
and take a deep breath in
Riddle me this:
Darkest night, a kiss
The day I begin to sing the siren's call
will be the day that ends it all
Feel the atmosphere
fill up the purple sky
The light, it disappears
and in the grass we lie
Beyond sweet innocence
your spirit grows a garden
Ignore our ignorance
and you've got yourself a bargain
Riddle me this:
Darkest night, a kiss
The day I begin to sing the siren's call
will be the day that ends it all
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7. |
Spark in Your Fire
02:44
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I'm finished just being a spark in your fire
I wonder if I pinched your back
if your spine would slither out
You kissed my lips and then I spat
bitterness out of my mouth
I'm finished just being a spark in your fire
You say you always know the way
but you step on your own staff
You come and knock upon my door
but you've tarnished the welcome mat
I'm finished just being a spark in your fire
I couldn't even try to rekindle that flame
I stoked the fire but it burned out all the same
I'm finished just being a spark in your fire
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Fruit of the Vine
03:13
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O, contentment
O, sorrow
Spirit run through my veins
Make me hollow
O, resilience
Stay tomorrow
A dream within a dream can tell
So make me hollow
Woven in my mother's womb
My love is the fruit of the vine
Carry me to my tomb
but know that I will never die
O, patience,
might I borrow
the food to feed the faithless.
Make me hollow.
O, contentment,
O, sorrow,
Spirit run through my veins
Make me hollow.
Woven in my mother's womb,
my love is the fruit of the vine
Carry me to my tomb
but know that I will never die
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Oh, Sebastian
03:34
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Oh, Sebastian,
play your harpsichord,
make your money poor,
your mind simple.
Oh, Sebastian,
Let love be an ocean wave
collecting the shells God made
upon the mystic shore
But wait, my son
Oh, Sebastian,
words can sting the soul,
so keep your mouth never full
but always open
Oh, Sebastian,
grow like an olive tree
spread yourself peaceably
extending your branches
But wait, my son
You'll wind your slingshot
but you will not slay the giant.
You'll listen to your master's rules
but find you are defiant.
Oh, Sebastian,
be wary of this world.
The gambler's hand has unfurled.
I pray you're a joker
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Masks
03:36
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Static pulses through your veins
You'd rather die than be mundane
So you slip on your new lenses and Mary Janes
The moment where the sun can't break through
the curtain that you wrap around you
and the mirror looks at you in vain
Feminist fumes adhere to your skin
Stomach curdles the beauty within
You and your paper thin dignity are twins
The moment where the sun can't break through
the curtain that you wrap around you
and the mirror looks at you in vain
Take a dose of your indie beats
Crowd surfing in front row seats
Now your prickling persona is complete
You and your senseless tasks
You fill up all your flasks
Maybe one of these days
You'll take off those masks
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Elizabeth J. Harris Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
20.
Genre-fluid.
Pittsburgh.
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