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in the devereaux
05:24
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In the dim afternoon all alone in the Devereaux.
In the mighty air hung a tune that stuck his soul
When he was layin’ low in the Devereaux.
All the lovers held each other, so uninspired
He made himself into a pen of iron.
Your woe and care
(Lily, I swear by the palms of my hands)
All that you carry I’ll take for just one glance
A cotton dress and a rosary of hammered tin you came shining in.
You gave yourself in the Devereaux to the violin.
You held the men against your skin.
You were lit just like a pearl and you were lost and blessed
When you became our Lily of the West.
Chorus
The fluttered sky is a vellum page its grounded spine is bound in thread
The faintest star is a fiery word overhead
Like heaven’s book you remain unread.
You were the martyr to his monk inside the Devereaux
I was shoveling water down below
Chorus and solo
Lily let the ruby ink locked within, let it from your grace.
With your fingertip softly touch, deftly trace
Write “Devereaux” upon my face.
Baby give a pearl to me for all that I’ve used up
Since Lily put the Devil in my cup
Your woe and care
(Lily I swear by the palms of my hands)
All that you carry I’ll take for just your glance
I’m yours for just one glance, I’ll serve for just one glance
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lightning bugs of august
04:09
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On the median we walked all night
The moon was our drum
Lightning bugs of August rose
We found them in our hands
We crushed them with our thumbs
You came to me a foolish fire,
Sweet and so insane.
We tore the bark right off of the pine
Nothing in this world
Will ever be the same
All the dark in Joan of Arc
Fell down from above
All the dark in Joan of Arc
Sang out like a dove
But could not retrieve our love
Last night I dreamed of a happy shore
But today is today.
Last night I dreamed that you still lived
Nothing in this world
Will ever be the same
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krivo sadovsko
01:20
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crucify the dogs
04:48
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Crucify those dogs out on the plain
Anything it takes to make it rain
One by one
It must be done
To the final deed,
The last dispatch
In the setting sun.
Crucify those dogs out on the plain
This is not a place where we should be
Where all things are settled wittingly
Step by step
Out to the edge
It must be walked
There’s just one thing
I think you fear:
There’s nothing else,
Nothing here.
This is not a place where we should be
I say let us linger here a while
Forgotten beggars on this Roman mile
Touch your ring
So finely wrought
The filigree
Burnished soft
Fits so loose
Fittingly.
I say let us linger here a while
Crucify those dogs out on the plain
Anything it takes to make it rain
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in joan of arcland
02:58
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In Joan of Arcland, along the rampart,
We ducked into a room of lead.
You laid your hands down on the cannon
And sang a song of silver thread
We felt the fear that they would cheer
And chant the auto da fe
Encircle us and stake the stake
We’d burn like paper mache
solo
But there was no fire, there was no bell
There was no far and no wide
We merely dried like a stack of dead flowers
Cleft like St. John's divide.
I am alone now in Joan of Arcland
I must learn my mother’s best
To calmly walk to the inland waters
And take my final my rest.
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sedi vonka
01:23
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virginia
04:07
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Snowfall on my sleeve
Moth lands somehow on me
Wings so wet in the cold
Its final crawl in the snow
Boy even as a boy I already knew
Night all night I could make it through
Through the tangle, the disarray
To the crush at the break of day
Still, think I see, still think I hear
Still want to hold, Virginia
All year long, Virginia,
All this time its true
All my love, Virginia,
Now it’s gone and I don’t know what to do.
Faith my faith wrote a song
She wrote it short she sang it long
Sang so sweet a song so true
Sang for me a song of you
SOLO
Still, think I see, still think I hear
Still want to hold, Virginia
All year long, Virginia,
All this time its true
All my love, Virginia,
Now its gone and I don’t know what to do.
Of lovers all, holding tight
That cleave and clench with their might
Only you and I in the night
Did not obscure each other’s light
Everything, all that’s done ‘til this day
Flies so hard to get away.
Thought of you stakes me down
Memory nailing me to the ground
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bones of the flower
05:20
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Glowing night, blowing embers
Rolling heart in warm December
Waiting for you in this hour
Take care when you touch
It’s so easy to crush
The bones of the flower
Drop so clear under your eye
With your skin flushed like red wine
Lead me willing to your tower
Take care when you touch
It’s so easy to crush
The bones of the flower
I go where no one else goes
To find in the lowest of lows
Lala lalala, lala lalala, lala lalala, lalala.
Every fight has its Hector
When the sun flows like nectar
Brimming each of us with power
Take care when you touch
It’s so easy to crush
The bones of the flower
Solo
Hearts of slip soon become
Hearts of clay in the warm sun
Hard as flint fall hard upon
The most beautiful thing
When I heard you sing
The bones of the flower
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hora roumanian
01:08
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calamities of lovers
04:11
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Broken hearted writers
You may hear them sing:
(A cri de coeur, a wailing at the sun)
“Every piece of paper
I ever stained with ink
Couldn’t help me keep my only one”
“No one cares for me
No one cares to get out of my way
And let me be”
All the lovesick draftsmen
You may hear them sing
Schematize the hearts of broken men
“All this engineering
cautious ink
Couldn’t bring her back again”
“No one cares for me
No one cares to get out of my way
And let me be”
Broken hearted lovers
You may hear them sing
At the ocean pleading with the tide
“From time to time my lover
is in my dreams”
Mine all mine
“No one lets me be
No one cares to get out of my way
Not even me.”
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bulgar romanische
01:26
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Jesus was a runner
02:21
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In between two sons I sat
Thinking I was free
Only somewhat broken
Omens covered me, they covered me.
I saw someone running
Rolling straight and free
I will hold these memories
And what they’ve done to me, they’ve done to me
Oh, Jesus was a runner
But all she gave to me
Was a fleeting benediction
She was loping to the sea, loping to the sea
All those things inside of you
Those things that set you free
Fear them in the Lion’s mouth
But his throat shall comfort thee, shall comfort thee.
In between two sons I sat
Thinking I was free
I will let this nothingness
Manufacture me, manufacture me.
Oh, Jesus was a runner
But all she gave to me
Was a fleeting benediction
She was loping to the sea, loping to the sea
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leo crandall Syracuse, New York
I am a singer/songwriter/composer. I play the requinto, cello and guitar. I have toured Africa sponsored by the State Dept., nominated for Australia’s Bluestar Award, charted #14 nationally in Roots and Blues, received a Meet the Composer Grant. I have composed film scores, dance scores, theater music and ambient sound for installations. My music has been heard all over the world. ... more
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