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Avalanche of Song
04:33
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Don’t let nothing come between you and the light
Don’t let nothing come between you and the light
All those magazines and ploys, and countless shiny toys
Don’t let nothing come between you and the light
When you travel to that city in the sky
When you travel to that city burning bright
Wear no nametag on your coat, ‘cause your business there is known
When you travel to that city full of light
Do you know what bread is?
Do you know what bread is for?
Do you bury the bones of reason,
Just to dig them up and gnaw on them some more?
Do you know your own bones?
When you call up all the demons in your mind
When you call up all the demons in your mind
Call your daughters, call your sons, call with kindness on your tongue
When you call up all the demons in your mind
All I ask is for you to wake me,
And whisper, “Love, you better rise
‘Cause there’s a flame on the horizon
And if we set out now we might arrive.”
So don’t let no one name the boundaries of your soul
Don’t let no one name the boundaries of your soul
‘Cause your soul goes on and on, in an avalanche of song
Don’t let no one name the boundaries of your soul
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Lay Me Down
05:17
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Lay me down on a wagon bound on a westward route
Kiss me once with your eyes and lead me to your mouth
If we gave up the words we had used
Goodbye my poem with your traveling shoes
The dictionaries bled out the page
Oh my darling, here comes a new age
Lay me down in a puddle of ink from the poet’s well
Leave the quill for the whippoorwill, let’s be quiet for a spell
Don’t say a word
Talk just clouds our brain
The chattering birds
Have all gone quiet for the coming rain
If we gave up the songs we had sung
And heard them fade into the “coo” of a dove
All the radios closed their eyes
Spread their wings and joined the great migration in the sky
Lay me down on a bed of tongues from a blue songbird
Let me dream of the joyful sound that was made when you were born
Now the fiddle is quiet
No bow to make her sing
Oh but I can hear
How your heart is quivering
So we gave up all we had loved
There came a gift from the stars above
All the windows out for the change
Here comes the rain
So cast off your coat
And let the rain soak you clean
Oh my lady of hope
Won’t you sail back to us on a Zephyrus breeze?
Lay me down on a pallet of dreams from the garden bed
Pour a drink let’s watch the sun sink down below the mountain ridge
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How the sky was bright tho she was born of the night
Her father held her up to meet the coming light
All I remember was a promise made
‘Neath the golden halo of her birthing day
My mother said boy if you tend it well
A family is a garden that will feed a town for years
But left to weeds it’s a cheap hotel
For seeds in the ground with no chance in hell
Will I make my peace?
Will I make my peace?
‘Neath the golden maple in the autumn shade
I wagered for the hand of a dairy maid
We married in the spring and the guests all prayed
Our home be blessed by God’s good grace
All that was young was in beauty bred
How we came each night like children to our bed
To lay beside the one that would lick the dirt away
And laugh and throw the pillow when I made a silly face
Will I make my peace?
Will I make my peace?
I’ve a rose and a fist
For to make my peace
Prosperity come with the lengthening hour
Duty to my home and my hand on the plow
But ‘neath the golden haze of an amber liquid poured
Gather all the things I think I can afford
Now the children are asleep and the lullaby sung
I sit with my wife as the moon rise comes
But there’s another light and a melody young
She creeps into my dreams and leaves her scent on my tongue
All the things we think that we can afford
All the things we think that we can afford
I’ve a rose and a fist for to make my peace
Will I make my peace? Will I make my peace?
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Full service station down on Second Street
Fueling all the cars and trucks that crowd the city streets
I work the pump to fill the tank, wash the windshield clean
All for folks to drive away in their Chevrolet machines
First time that I saw her, her nose was in the air
Sashay down the street spilling beauty everywhere
Gasoline love, will you be my gal?
Dance across the floor, how I want to swing you ‘round
Well I use a little lipstick and my hair is done up nice
And he picks me up on weekends to go out for the night
He shows up at my door, his suit all pressed and clean
Lingering in his hair and hands, the smell of gasoline
Maybe we’ll go dancing or walk along the river bend
And talk about the little things until the evening’s end
Gasoline love, I will be your gal
Dance across the floor, how you love to swing me ‘round
At the end of every day my hands are cracked and raw
But you couldn’t budge me from this town for no white collar job
So I come home every night weary to my knees
Fourteen-hour days just soaked in gasoline
Seven years I’ve courted her, will she take me now for life?
I’ll fill ‘er up both night and day to have her by my side
Gasoline love, will you wear my ring?
Will you be my wife? Will you be my everything?
Well I love to sway that foxtrot with him in my arms
I can feel that train a-comin’ and see it in the stars
I’ll paint him a picture of a sandy beach
Where we’ll take our kids to play in the river’s gentle reach
Seven years to look around and he’s held me high above
Offering his hand to me: gasoline for our love
Gasoline love, I will wear your ring
I will be your wife, ‘cause you are my everything
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At dawn we left with a love in our hands
For the border to cross the great wasteland
Miles and miles come and go we grow older
Kiss me now while the desert is in your hair
At night I dream about the angels weaving
Cloaks of stars for saints unnamed
The faintest light at the edge of the day
See it barrel toward us now like a holy freight train
The night is ripe with reckless dares
My head is full of lonesome prayers
This desiccated night shares a border with the sea
We walk for years, no door in sight, jingling our keys
Miles and miles lay before us and behind
What is home but the shelter of your company and time?
The night is ripe with reckless dares
My head is full of lonesome prayers
The quiet crosses shining with the moon come into view
As we limp around the endless bend with pebbles in our shoes
If the sun should greet our hungry eyes with wine and bread in hand
I will sing to you of water’s dream: to fall and quench the land
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