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Rabbit
02:13
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i'll catch a rabbit falling right out of the sky
throw it right back to it's other life
the sun will blush to fill in for all of it's pain
long dim shadows lay down
sing to the pile of blankets left out in the rain
there are no harmonies here
the bird's voice rings, but too short for my ears to hear
all plugged and greedy
so far and alone
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2. |
Red Winged Blackbirds
02:58
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thoughts of red winged blackbirds
and all i have left to learn
daylight at last, sleep hard to break
cuff up my pant leg, pouring with empathy
rain as I drive out david's home
pacing and closing
only six feet of me -- selectively give
i've had no luck with the rocks in the door
sand in my mouth lest the water be pure
clothes on the ground
leaves on the trees
hide in the house
hide on my back
nobody leaves
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3. |
Hands/Gulls
01:54
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take up your last time in hand
still hanging harder than it was
you broke the best
and never left
without the things you never said
in the ground
under your nose
in lonely pockets full of shells
and taste your breath
your feet still wet
mutter crazy like the gulls
tongues twist and hands that know
tongues twist and hands that know
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4. |
Pork Farmer
03:09
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tell the pork farmer i've not been crying
eyes only swollen
still the road holds the daisies vastly growin'
and the sky holds the buzzards wing--as the road it left
the sun laughed the first as ragweed spread
to big lands all over again
imposters of bettering friends
fresh blood of the dead on shoulders rest
we think--
what was made to hold me
what was made to hold me
what was made to hold me
what was made to hold me
what was made to hold me
tell the pork farmer i've not been crying
eyes only swollen
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5. |
Broomsedge
03:02
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moon's almost full
lay the broomsedge under my bones
warmth from the wool
hang from the hairs upon your head
why have the leaves fallen from the trees late into the spring
cold water rush, feeling not enough
feeling not enough
my body wants so much--more of
bright situations touched--with
sore love
with--sore love
with--more love
purpose and path, hold my hands tenderly kept
pursuasional, pull myself close to brush up against it
recollect a gift from the end
tell the story again and again
tell the story again and again
tell the story again
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6. |
Roadside's Flight
03:07
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she lost her hands
she cried ever after always after then
honeysuckle vine, the glass, and the roses thorn inside
the blood falling after neatly in a line
so tell her why not go
goldenrod, the roadside's flight she knows
dark fades into morning light and the mist it floats
shaped her hands like birds so they follow
came down like stones
life throws itself in sorrow
feels like she chose this
she lost her hands
she cried ever after always after then
she cried ever after always after then
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7. |
New Moon Blueberry Mead
03:10
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i haven't talked with anyone
i haven't left my house in a while
and the mountains are hovering
with a breeze that is following
bowl full of blood and a sky that's so dark
bubbling over these cloudy old stars
birth of a being
infusion and daydream
slowly beginning
stirring and spinning
stirring and spinning
stirring and spinning
mmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmMMMmmmm (-:
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8. |
Deep Dark Forest
01:35
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i see the deep dark forest falling apart
growing beneath what we shall not see
the wind takes the leaves to be part of the ground
part of the tree in round, part of the tree in round
the birds call to counter the still of the air
lay down right there and wait for them to sing
and wait for them to sing
bright as the broad ripple reflects the sun
you are the one who answers all to be
you are the one who answers all to be
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9. |
Little Cricket
03:18
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little cricket bound and fly
the wren and the hermit thrush
will watch each other grow
as they watch each other go
scan the landscape
fall in the mud
the green disappearing quickly as the cold begins to flood
there is nothing to be done
deep valley
climb up the mountain side
pouring rain
make sure your foot falls right
little cricket bund and fly
the wren and the hermit thrush
will watch each other grow
as they watch each other go
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10. |
Talk to the Dead
03:24
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talk to the dead
know they haven't left yet
screech owls sing their cries alive
they promise to keep you safe as the winter migrates
closer and closer
i don't have the words for this
feel with your feet
when the night's too dark to see
broken branches scattered leaves
notice the ground you're willing to reach out
closer and closer
i don't have the words for this
i don't have the words for this
still trusting that it exists
there is nothing that we could miss
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11. |
Downy Woodpecker
02:32
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downy woodpecker calling in the morning
gliding from tree to tree symphonies left of my mourning, of my mourning
my memory speaks to me like the world's gone
so challenging to believe that it's alright
this is good
soft tender fingertips calming in the morning
feeling the warmth on my chest it's relieving my mourning, all my mourning
this memory speaks to me like the sun is out
flowering and with ease so it's alright
this is good
this is good
this is good
this is good
this is good
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12. |
Crushed
02:42
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i have been crushed
i have been crushed
by myself, by my seasons
it's so tough to be all alone
we expect so much we're going so slow
cutting the plants with my knife
learning to leave an old life behind
and see truth in it's place
i'm surrounded in grace
i have been crushed
i have been crushed
but myself, she gets up
and the winters just roll away
not much longer now we'll see the new day
cutting the plants with my knife
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13. |
Long Leaf Pine
03:51
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cast it out on the florida sands
dig a hole with your hands
dig a hole with your hands
hearing the whirling moving sounds
light on my mind, stars, and the long pine
around me dew on my eyes
around me robins are flying
flying
mmmmm
mmmmmm
and we'll walk just as slow as we can
watch them land
watch them land
cast it out on the florida sands
dig a hole with your hands
dig a hole
dig a hole with your hands
dig a hole with your hands
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Soleil Ouimet Asheville, North Carolina
Soleil Ouimet is a singer songwriter that follows the transitions of the earth. Captivating feeling of place and time within their songs. Soothing melodies are full of emotion and bring you through a daily practice of wandering and curiosity.
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