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OUR MIND
04:47
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APPLE IS THE SKIN
05:36
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When you were rude to the rich
they called the magicians three
you awoke in the dark and knew
they'd turned you into a tree
Came to like the little bird feet
and every season change
but couldn't get used to the loved ones
you'd never see again
He cut from you that billow breast
the fin, the coral nipple
the golden hair and the sea-blue eyes
and apple is the skin
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3. |
DOLPHIN OF THE NIGHT
04:28
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Dizzy taught me a bass line
to fathom the design
how to float on the line
and in our boat we sang
while the moon darkened the design
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4. |
I'M THE SONG
04:34
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Like a horse along the road
free from the rein and bridle
I'm the song slipped from the case
when your guitar was idle
Chorus: If you can sing yes
to all that sadness
I will enter you and stay
all the life of my years and my days
Like a fish that swims upstream
from a sea of trouble
I'm the song from the time of man
when your guitar was able
(Chorus)
Like a bird that's free at last
from the psychobabble
I'm the song shot up in the sky
and your guitar is liable
(Chorus)
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5. |
IN THIS GUITAR
05:14
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Every guitar in the world, I hear,
is just like this
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FLOAT US IN THE WINE
03:41
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Blossom of a purple plum
said within a dream
you know how elegant we are
so float us in the wine
. . .
The dripping so that you grew wet
drag the mountain down
as you waited there for me
is what I wish I'd been
. . .
Living here is nothing else
like the wake beyond
vanishing behind a boat
that rowed away at dawn
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THE POTATO THIEF
05:38
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To catch the potato thief
I slept, but I kept one eye open
I caught her, but I came to grief
and she said, Please don't let this happen
Her buddies ran, brilliant fled
up the sky went winding
I held her hand, got the nipple red
although her breast was blinding
We shouted high and I burnt my lips
a fiery joy was groaning
we scraped the sky when we ground our hips
and got a star-child from our grinding
I forgot the potatoes
but don't make me live on earth
I'll give 'em back, sweetie
for our son who died at birth
Lumina
a son is dead
for light years
now you're seeing red
My lover she did mother me
but for her buddy stars kept pining
when I covered her, I must have smothered her
and kept her light from shining
When she so tame and darker grew
up the sky went scorching
my condor came, and we after flew
for centuries the searching
But then we dove into that lake of time
and swam out new as yearlings
my condor knew the sparkle sign
and there we found my darling
But I forgot those potatoes
you're more than they're ever worth
I can get my own potatoes
'cause I know the road to Earth
Lumina
you had to choose
for light-years
now you got those blues
One day she left for good and I fell to Earth
and all the way I cried
in came no food, out came no word
so star-struck that I died
They might have told us from the start
it's against some cosmic mandate
'cause he grows old, and she gets dark:
the heavens will not stand it
Now to find the way she travels far
she tries, but she always fails
and you can say she's a shooting star
you can see her crazy trail
To get those potatoes
a never-ending search
can't get 'em, baby
'cause they rubbed out the road to Earth
Lumina
warm us a while
for light years
and dark miles
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FROM THE ROOT
06:02
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9. |
STRING OF SORROW
04:37
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O string of sorrow
sing for nobody
yesterday and tomorrow
anybody's song
What others may play
you sound on your own
now grieving, now gay
invisible one
Root of a part
that nobody planned
fingered by heart
and an unseen hand
O string of sorrow. . .
Gut chord spanning
beginning and end
pass understanding
enemy, friend
The joys that bear you
no one can explain
and the tears that hear you
no one can restrain
O string of sorrow
sing for nobody
yesterday and tomorrow
anybody's song
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REACH IN THIS DREAM
03:37
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Reach in this dream
'cause I want to count your fingers
First the open heart
the faithful drummer
Reach in this dream . . .
Two liquid eyes
deeper than summer
Reach in this dream . . .
Three winged wishes
so all of us can ride
Reach in this dream . . .
Four climbing limbs
the soul is their guide
Five wooden senses
the sixth one like water
You've reached in this dream
now please take my hand
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TURNING TEN
05:28
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I feel late as the afternoon shade
solemnly damps the treehouse I made
in the garage my bicycle now leans
drained of its spark, and all the dark blue speed
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IN YOUR OWN TIME
03:41
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That's all I can sing you
go on in your own time
gotta leave your song with you
just like it was yours all the time
. . .
You're never over
as long as there's an early morn
you won't go under
as long as there's a rising moon
and the quiet when you're done
is just as good as your tune
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Tom Ross Colorado Springs, Colorado
Music, art, poetry spoken here!
As E Dickinson says:
Nature is what we know
but have no art to say
so impotent our wisdom is
to her simplicity
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