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This bus driver gave me my ticket for free
He said kid I only want to hear you sing
But black men sat next to me
They saw right through my fleece, so instead I sung to these
A phone call bore us to the desert heat
But Grace brought the refugees
That a town rejected understanding
Shma’i Ba’kadesh Elohiem
Mercy wasn’t made for the blameless
Oh somebody lift your voice for the hopeless
Out here on the border of Israel
The soldiers have all trained themselves well
Kalotchneekov echoes
I hope they didn’t hit their mark
But the shots come out after dark
And I know my friends weren’t innocent
I’m not either but I’m still living
Oh oh oh with the evidence
And I know mercy wasn’t made for the blameless
Oh somebody lift your voice for the hopeless
Now I’ve just rang my little bell
The one about the Jews and the exiles
How mercy broke that evil spell
But if you were listening I couldn’t tell
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Gazelle
06:08
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Sweet like a memory you’re on my mind
When I close my eyes you’re on my mind
Let’s run together, your hand in mine
Let’s stay together, until it unwinds
My great delight, just you and I
How the fields are flourishing!
Sighs that old rain cloud
“In blows the wind!”
How those trees dance out loud
Is discovered in the end
All the clouds are gathering!
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Mayflies
05:29
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The day after a rainy evening
Every rainbow trout was rising
Waters churned and surged around me
As I commenced to shed my skin so ghostly
The night before a placid morning
Enemies aloft and chirping
From some old cave ideal for hanging
I left behind the aquatic edges
I’ll never know how us mayflies make it
Through the long dark streams and rivers
But you can fly with me as soon as I get wings
We’ll make it through the weeds together
I was made for the river valley
The faintest trace of blight will do me in
Today I look to lay the eggs
That sink toward the deepest places
But all our days are one quick exhale
When our hatch comes we’ll be dead and gone
When our hatch arrives we’ll just be songs
We can weave our way through the sleet and the hail
And rest beneath a daffodil
I’ll never know how us mayflies make it
Through the long dark streams and rivers
But you can fly with me as soon as I get wings
We’ll make it through the weeds together
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Jacksonville
05:23
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Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, hills, groves, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rock
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
So long as men can breath or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee (Sonnet XVIII)
If this be error and upon me proved
I never writ nor no man ever loved (Sonnet CXVI)
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold
With buckles of the purest gold;
O none, unless this miracle have might
That in black ink my love may still shine bright (Sonnet LXV)
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings (Sonnet X XIX)
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs
And if these pleasures may thee move
Come live with me and be my Love
The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delights each May morning.
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer’s lease hath all to short a date (Sonnet XVIII)
This though perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong
To love that well which thou must leave ere long (Sonnet LXXIII)
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Seven years to the day
You found me in the ordinary way
Seven years to the day
You chose me and beckoned me your way
I was just a slave when they sold me away
But you cherished me as your steed
And for you I'd bleed willingly
Oh how I used to sing the anthems of my home country
Like a fish beneath the waves I knew liberty
Until those traitors came and I was led away silently
And in the grove and in the field
You broke me with an ancient skill
The rolling hills lead to quiet dells
Always
In the whispering mountain stream
You have spoken to me
Oh how I used to sing the anthems of my home country
Like a fish beneath the waves I knew liberty
Until those traitors came and I was led away silently
You stabled me
And harnessed me to a chariot of the king
The rolling hills lead to quiet dells
Always
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Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, hills, groves, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rock
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
So long as men can breath or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee (Sonnet XVIII)
If this be error and upon me proved
I never writ nor no man ever loved (Sonnet CXVI)
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold
With buckles of the purest gold;
O none, unless this miracle have might
That in black ink my love may still shine bright (Sonnet LXV)
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings (Sonnet X XIX)
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs
And if these pleasures may thee move
Come live with me and be my Love
The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delights each May morning.
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer’s lease hath all to short a date (Sonnet XVIII)
This though perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong
To love that well which thou must leave ere long (Sonnet LXXIII)
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