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Open NOw
04:29
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Blackbird fell to his death last night.
It’s hard to disregard.
I know the darkened rooms you saw,
the beauty and the light of God.
I see you in joy,
in a brick cocoon,
with your web of spirit flying
and your view to other rooms.
Mystery and rapture!
How I feel you so clearly.
How I ache for you near me.
How I love you so dearly with your body so far away.
Write through my fingers,
open and close.
Breathe with the heavens
and feel the world pose.
How beautiful!
How vulnerable!
How closed.
Alleluia.
We’re open now.
Love pours from the river of patience
that fills the loving cup.
It’s not the people who are broke
it’s the frame that holds them up.
And there’s a soul knocking in the rafters!
We bang our head on wooden things.
It’s not this box that we’re after!
Spread wide your wings.
Spread wide your wings.
Alleluia.
We’re open now.
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2. |
You Beautiful Flame
04:32
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It’s a beautiful thing,
a beautiful thing.
We go running in circles.
That’s our way.
In the stars and in the light,
how it feels to live
in the middle of heaven!
Take the gift.
It’s a beautiful thing,
a beautiful thing.
We go gunning up the engine
when we get afraid.
Take the wings and take the flight.
Get above the blue.
You want to see it all better
from this point of view.
You were born with a light that shines at night,
a candle in the rain,
burning like heaven
you beautiful flame.
When do we stop this run away?
It’s a beautiful thing,
a beautiful thing.
There isn’t anybody
shines a brighter ray.
Take the wings and take the flight.
Let the clouds ignite,
burning like heaven
you beautiful flame.
When do we stop this run away?
You were born with a light that shines at night,
a candle in the rain,
burning like heaven
you beautiful thing.
There’s a beauty in the rhythm.
Just let it stay.
When do we stop this run away?
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3. |
Rio Grande
04:17
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Left New York when the future ended.
Solace search on another coast.
View of life was young and tender,
dreams a little grandiose.
In a borrowed car
she kept the wheel in her own two hands.
He reached into his treasure trove and
serenaded the Rio Grande.
Asphalt voices on the road,
singing songs of finality.
What is fate if not to bend
when questioning your sanity?
Fire, use it up.
Make love to it all.
Night they spent in the old hotel.
Rattle in the cracked out door.
Noise outside kept her awake,
shadows crawling low.
Asphalt voices on the road,
singing songs of finality.
What is fate if not to bend
when questioning your sanity?
Fire, use it up.
Make love to it all.
I dream a trip across the miles.
I see you laugh,
I see you smile.
I put the trip inside a file
of love that breaks
after a while.
Asphalt voices on the road,
singing songs of finality.
What is fate if not to bend
when questioning your sanity?
Fire, use me up.
Make love to it all.
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4. |
Free Love
05:33
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In the tinsel of a lovely session
you take a bow,
and I greet you with a ripple of applause.
I loved the moment when you first rolled on it
that the night was going to shine.
I get a funny little feeling that you haven’t
been loved in a long time.
Free love, free love, make a little out of sight.
Free love, free love, makes it all right.
Oh my morning glory sunshine,
oh there you are,
warm and apricot the way that I adore.
Let’s lay in soft arms silent and
take it to the floor.
I got a funny little feeling that you know
there’s always more.
Free love, free love, make a little out of sight.
Free love, free love, makes it all right.
Free love, free love, whet a little appetite!
I got a funny little feeling
that you’re not in the right head.
I got a funny little feeling
that you toss yourself around.
I guess you ought to think a little bit harder
about the way you spill your time.
I get a funny little feeling that you
haven’t been loved in a long time.
Preach on, preach on
the wrong and the never right.
Free love, free love is out of sight.
Spread the word of the poems and stones,
and how the lives of the poets go.
Seems to me to be a real nice option
once you loosen up the status quo.
Free love, free love, make a little out of sight.
Free love, free love, makes it all right.
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5. |
Deeper Feeling
03:48
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You go a little dead inside
when you got no deeper feeling.
Get a little rhythm inside.
Get a little deeper feeling.
Put your little rhythm in mine.
Get a little deeper feeling.
Get a little rhythm inside.
Get a little deeper feeling.
Deeper Feeling!
Deeper Feeling!
Deeper Feeling!
We get lost in the clover.
We get taken for a ride.
We get stuck inside the pouring rain.
We live on borrowed time.
We beat our hearts a symphony.
We pace the same old mile.
And the tide never asks why.
And the sky changes every night.
You go a little dead inside
when you got no deeper feeling.
Get a little rhythm inside.
Get a little deeper feeling.
Put your little rhythm in mine.
Get a little deeper feeling.
We get lost in the clover.
We get taken for a ride.
We get stuck inside the pouring rain.
We live on borrowed time.
We beat our hearts a symphony.
We pace the same old mile.
And the tide never asks why.
And the tide rises in Delight.
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6. |
Holiday of Love
04:05
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Here I am at the edge of an island,
my own little Waterloo.
Here I am at the edge of a highway
acting lost like I always do.
Pick me up in the center of the daylight,
we’ll have our own little holiday.
Light my night with the beam of your spotlight.
Find my heart and let it stay.
Somewhere a story unfolds in the Winter,
but here around me I see Spring.
Let heartache fall into splinters.
I’ll show you how love heals anything
Somewhere a yearning, a passion, a hate.
The truth is that it’s all so even.
Into the future we fall and we pray
that love lives in every season.
There’s nothing I call into question
in the sweet words you say.
I know it might seem I’m only dreaming,
but love saves the day.
Somewhere a story unfolds in the Winter,
but here in my heart I see Spring.
Give me the sound of your voice in a whisper.
I’ll show you how love heals anything.
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7. |
Sunset Marquee
04:04
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In this place are flowers
you never see.
In this light there’s power,
but not the one you mean.
In this land they’re famous
for what they come to be.
In this place there’s beauty
you never see.
When I get to the bottom
I fall to the sea.
Save me palm and Manzanita tree!
And sunset, lay your marquee on me.
All the faces and wild intentions,
gossip and premonitions.
I don’t care about the conversations,
I swear.
Rivers of word and of thought,
around those feelings I keep a knot.
I just want the sun and moon.
When I get to the bottom
I fall to the sea.
Save me palm and Manzanita tree!
Oh sunset, lay your marquee on me.
Is there a flash of green
as we fall to the sea?
Sunset, lay your marquee on me.
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8. |
Fourth of July
04:30
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9. |
Little Gold Betty
04:20
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You get a standing ovation
in the center of a blitz.
You get a bottle of wine.
You’re the king of it.
In the middle of a coronation
you open up the plan to the
reservation.
You slide.
When they said you were on fire,
they got the fire right.
I saw a long tall waitress
in a garbage heap,
but you never seem to mind
cause the labor’s cheap.
You’re more than ready.
You’re more than wrapped up.
Bring the bank to the
back of the bankers truck.
You slide.
When they said you were on fire,
they got the fire right.
I see you rolling.
I see you play.
You get a little gold betty
in the modern way
There’s a certain color
green of a fiberglass fence
rings an old memory
of pre-offense.
You’re not the one
who will ever fight
to keep the past on the shoulder.
You got a life.
You slide.
When they said you were on fire,
they got the fire right.
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