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The cottage sits upon the hill
Behind the stack of stones
A lamp is glowing on the sill
To light the moaning gloam
It’s said that when this home was built
The land was soaked in blood
But the sorrow and the guilt
Were scoured by the flood
A raven sits upon the wall
Atop the stack of stones
The valley echoes with its call
Which cuts through the groaning gloam
It’s said that when the wall was built
To keep the others out
The isolation and the guilt
Grew with shame and doubt
A woman sits beside the well
Beyond the stack of stones
Her voice recites a healing spell
That dances through the gloam
It is said when she was born
A wind blew out the lamp
As a rain began to pour
And the earth grew damp
The woman ends the healing spell
Then kicks the stack of stones
The others enter where it fell
And cheer the fading gloam
The cottage sits upon the hill
Behind the pile of stones
A lamp is glowing on the sill
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Silver-plated, mercury-created
Vestiges of captured light, obscurity post-dated
Faces fading, memories degrading
Phantoms of the distant past incur the wrath of aging
Decayed daguerreotypes
Blurs and blotches under wavy arches
Psychedelic swirls are dancing over hazy splotches
Dark attesters to ancestors
Left exposed to elements and negligence, they fester
Decayed daguerreotypes
Visage rotted; blurred, distorted, blotted
A moment made a memento now past the time allotted
Decayed daguerreotypes
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3. |
Plain Days - Song 27
03:14
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I was raised upon the prairie
Right off Highway 24
Before the railroad tracks were buried
Forevermore
But the whistle of that train
Still echoes in my brain
A refrain of those plain days
Once I saw a worker driving
A railroad spike into the ground
And the vision of his hammering
It beat the sound
But the whistle of that train
Still echoes in my brain
A refrain of those plain days
Well my grandpa bought us tickets
To take that train to the next town
One last chance to ride the railroad
Before they shut it down
But the whistle of that train
Still echoes in my brain
A refrain of those plain days
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Leave behind the camp
Light the Davy lamp
Time to ride the vein
Enter though the main
Mines are callin’
Hard time’s fallin’
Deep within the shaft
Echoing with blasts
Chocks of timber creak
Faces flicker bleak
Time starts crawlin’
Rocks start fallin’
Her face comes to your mind
Beautiful and kind
Before the crumbling roar
Drives you to the floor
Times are callin’
Hard mine’s fallin’
When the rubble’s cleared
And they find what’s feared
Another miner’s gone
But the show goes on
Mines are callin’
Hard times fallin’
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5. |
Smears - Song 48
04:18
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Blurry lights through bleary eyes
Rainbow road aglow
Swallowed up into the night
You go
Smears of signs slide by
Fears align inside
Tiers of time imply why
Distance grows from what you know
Sight is lost to flight
Falling victim to the flow
Outright
You can’t feel the steering wheel
Sorrow overrides
Reality lost its appeal
Denied
You brush aside what’s verified
Bandits make the deal
Apprehension’s petrified
Congealed
Blurry lights through bleary eyes
Rainbow road aglow
Swallowed up into the night
You go
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6. |
Sunflowers - Song 59
02:31
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In the night the city trembles
The children cry beneath their sheets
In the sky the planes are roaring
The jets are flown by scared young men
Fooled again
Generations mirror war
Pleading, “What’s it for?”
Echoes bleed into the soil
Below bright sunflowers
A grandma holds a fresh sunflower
And memories of her parents’ plight
Upon this land when they were children
An evil man sent scared young men
To do his sin
The children hide inside a tunnel
Deep underground, beneath the streets
Upon the roads, the tanks are rolling
They’re driven by scared young men
Fooled again
In the ground are laid the bodies
That will give life to bright sunflowers
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Yama - Song 120
02:55
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Birdsongs call the dead
To Yama’s home
His dogs, Dusk and Dawn, do
Guard the road
To his abode
King of Justice
God of Ghosts
Son of the Sun God
Judge of Souls
On buffalo
Over the underworld
He presides
Face like storm clouds
First to die
Last to cry
The south’s protector
Holds a noose
The river’s twin brother
Will adduce
All abuse
King of Justice
God of Ghosts
Son of the Sun God
Judge of Souls
On buffalo
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8. |
Wish On - Song 131
02:41
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Wish on
The dandelion seeds
Let them carry dreams
Upon the breeze
Just blow and
Wish on
The dandelion seeds
Let them carry dreams
Upon the breeze
Wish on
Your thoughts will manifest if you give them flight
If you give them life outside your head
At the very least, it’s fun to puff on the fluff
Watch the billowing stuff ride on the air
Wish on
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People, let’s live with empathy
People, let’s lead with grace
Giving our love to everyone
Every place
People, let’s have compassion
People, let’s understand
We’re more than individuals
We all share this land
And breathe this air we share
People, let’s end the violence
People, let’s end the hate
Let’s give our love to everyone
Every place
People, let’s learn to listen
People, let’s learn to share
There’s more than enough to go around
We just need to care
And not just for our horde
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10. |
Pendulum - Song 183
03:17
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When the progress made becomes too much for some
Then the pendulum comes swinging back again
Knocking back the rights we’ve gained
With focused hate below the guide of faith
Turning back to good old days that never were
A pendulum
Turned wrecking ball
See the freedom fall
There are children born and left to starve or die
In a hail of bullets from a gun with rights
That woman doesn’t have
‘Cuz they were grabbed by thieves in robes of black
Put in power by an angry mob of whites
A pendulum
Turned wrecking ball
See the freedom fall
What they’re breaking next, they’ve not been shy to say
You’re a target if you’re brown or black or gay
So they seek hegemony
Through bigotry and bold misogyny
If they’re given full control they won’t let go
Of the pendulum
Turned wrecking ball
See the freedom fall
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This Old Tree - Song 184
02:29
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This old tree bending oh so low
It creaks when the breeze does blow
This old tree’s gonna outlive me
Gonna outlive me
This old key sitting in the drawer
It’s rusty, but it opens the door
This old key is trying to unlock me
Trying to unlock me
The blue sea stretching oh so wide
No need for a place to hide
The blue sea is gonna swallow me
Gonna swallow me
I’m free living in the now
I’ll be getting on somehow
Indeed, like a rusty key
And the wide blue sea
And this old tree
This old tree bending oh so low
It creaks when the breeze does blow
This old tree’s gonna outlive me
Gonna outlive me
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My flight out to Dublin
Was delayed 37 hours
Two nights I was stuck in Denver
With my face in a sullen glower
Oh, what a difficult time I had
The Great Famine killed a million
When the crops began to fail
To escape the starvation
Another million set sail
Many came to America
To the place I’m trying to leave
They braved the Atlantic
Just have a place to eat
Oh, what a difficult time they had
In two short days I get to Dublin
From my hotel room I see a famine ship
I grab a bite along the Liffey
And reassess my entitlement
Oh, what a privileged life I have
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13. |
The Horizon - Song 248
02:27
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On the evening’s edge
A line of white
Where the mountains wed
With fading light
The horizon’s always out of reach
On the prairie grass
There sits the sky
Past the dusty path
On which you stride
The horizon’s always out of reach
On a curve, the waves
Dance with the clouds
Like a soft parade
Without a sound
The horizon’s always out of reach
In the now, you spin
To future things
Never reaching then
That moving line
The horizon’s always out of reach
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I’ve been to Southeast Asia
I’ve seen the Parthenon
I’ve seen the rolling hills
Of green old Ireland
But of everywhere I’ve roamed
No place compares to home
So when I find
The end of my time
Lay my body beneath a pine
On a Colorado mountainside
I’m asking of you, please
When I rest in peace
I want my flesh to feed
The trees that sang to me
Let the mountain lions clean my bones
As I return to home
Yes, when I find
The end of my time
Lay my body beneath a pine
On a Colorado mountainside
Let the sun moving through the blue
Shine its light on me
With the plains stretched to the east
As far as you can see
I want the columbines to grow
From my forever home
So when I find
The end of my time
Lay my body beneath a pine
On a Colorado mountainside
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Spent a lot of years in a bottle
Spent a lot of time on the floor
Spent a lot of money
That I’ll never get back
That I’ll never get back no more
Getting high, then getting low
There’s a of things I don’t remember
Things that happened when it turned to black
Things that I regret
That I’m never gonna get
No I’m never gonna get to take back
Getting high, then getting low
Alcohol has got a way of grabbing
Holding on and never letting go
It’ll pull you down
Until you’re feeling like you’re drowning
Until you’re feeling like you’re drowning underground
Getting high, then getting low
Spent a lot of years in a bottle
Spent a lot of time on the floor
Spent a lot of money
That I’ll never get back
That I’ll never get back no more
Getting high, then getting low
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Cyberspace, isolate
In a state hardboiled
Internet, disconnect
Good intentions are foiled
Are spoiled
We made a spider web
But we’re the fly instead
Scroll the doom in a room
Only you can see
Weary eyes aren’t surprised
By the lies you need
You feed
We made a spider web
But we’re the fly instead
Filter face makes a case
Helps curate your wall
We pretend what we send
Is the end of it all
Curtain call
We made a spider web
But we’re the fly instead
Algorithms have made a schism and
That division across the prism has
Taught a lesson that puts a pressure on
All the world
Cyberspace, isolate
In a state hardboiled
Internet, disconnect
Good intentions are foiled
Are spoiled
We made a spider web
But we’re the fly instead
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Ribbons and flowers and candles that burn
We mourn and remember but never can learn
The lessons provided with each tragedy
Too many ignore what is so plain to see
Again they offer
Their thoughts and their prayers
But nothing is changing
It’s as if they don’t care
Ribbons and flowers and candles that burn
We mourn and remember but never can learn
The lessons provided with each tragedy
Too many ignore what is so plain to see
They don’t seem to listen
No matter how loud we shout
If we want real action
We’ve got to vote the enablers out
Ribbons and flowers and candles that burn
We mourn and remember but never can learn
The lessons provided with each tragedy
Too many ignore what is so plain to see
Ribbons and flowers and candles that burn
We mourn and remember but never seem to learn
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I’m feeling like a new moon, that shadow in the sky (x2)
Just floating in the darkness until there comes a light
They say it’s always darkest just before the dawn (x2)
I know the light is coming, I’ve just got to carry on
Even in the darkness, stars are all around (x2)
Scattered reminders of the light that will be found
I’m feeling like a new moon, that shadow in the sky (x2)
Just floating in the darkness until there comes a light
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I’m heading down the road
Going steady and slow
People speeding by
Think they got somewhere important to go
So many folks are living
Like life is one big race
I know our time is short
But let’s enjoy it at an easy pace
It’s no wonder that a tortoise
Can live so long
Never in a hurry
Always keeping cool and calm
I’m heading down the road
Going steady and slow
People speeding by
Think they got somewhere important to go
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Jeremiah Walter Colorado Springs, Colorado
In addition to performing his own compositions as a solo act, this multi-instrumentalist has sung and performed in multiple bands over the years, including The Rogue Spirits, Intake, Buster's Tangent, and Groove Medicine.
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