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Nostalgia in a Sundress
02:16
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The Beatitudes
03:44
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THE EIGHT BEATITUDES OF JESUS
"Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn,
for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure of heart,
for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they shall be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
Gospel of St. Matthew 5:3-10
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3. |
Marry Me!
04:07
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Marry Me!
I can no longer live with out your sensitive
trembling soul, to console…
Marry Me!
I will no longer be outside your muscley
Man-arms and chest, Let me rest…
Marry me…
it's out of fashion to settle down,
Square to be hetero
Together stand sraight
it will grow
so…
Marry Me!
Sunday we're keeping the sabbath by sleeping
in to uncover God as lover
Marry me!
I'll keep the hearth warm, If you keep dark ones
Far from the door, I am yours…
Merry Me!
I'll wear your ring, change name
Won't turn my back to the sun
Together taking on
What has begun
so…
Marry Me!
I'm in an apron when you bring the bacon
home for the stew
I love you…
Marry Me!
Marry Me!
(please, please….)
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4. |
Writing Down an Epiphany
01:19
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5. |
Manhattan
05:08
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You hand my suitcase to me
Unceremoniously.
Manhattan shrinks
thumbnail picture - window view
As the bus rolls home
Through the tunnel…
Back home my husband waits
His mind circumambulates
Manhattan eats
Holy hearts and held-out hands
As the bus rolls home
Over the mountain…
Your smile gets through to me
apologetically.
Manhattan's kiss
High rising light, shadow long
as the bus rolls home
To the valley…
Manhattan bleeds
Over the rainbow, down the road
As the crossroads moan
To the center…
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6. |
(Ashokan) Reservoir Song
05:46
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Green grass don't grow here no more
At the bottom of the reservoir
They built a dam, filled the town like a sink
New York the island needs something to drink
it aint fair -
Mama's church and Daddy's flour mill down there
All the things I couldn't take
Now at the bottom of a Lake.
Sun doesn't rise anymore
At the bottom of the reservoir
We built a house with a family of hands
Yet some speculator has rights to the land
it aint fair -
My babies were born in a room down there
All the things I left behind
Now flood the halls of my mind.
New York City - look at your children
Did it ever cross your mind to be asking where the source is
You're so thirsty - look at your children
You don't give a damn where water comes from
You just need some
One day a steam whistle blows
For two years the rivers in flow
2,000 people abandoned their homes
Grandaddy dug up our ancestor's bones
It aint right -
Pulling up the roots of everything in sight
History, gardens, goodwill
Those devils to the south of these hills
Sick-a-the crack of the trees
Break the mountains to pave Wall Street
You think the earth gives itself up for free
Take it from here and you'll get some from me
eminent domain -
It's like a wolf tryin' to take on a train
A curse on your prettiest girl
The prettiest girl in the world
New York City - look at your children
's it ever cross your mind to be asking where the source is
You're so thirsty - look at your children
You don't give a damn where water comes from
You just need some
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Continue
03:56
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I am a seeker
You are a secret
I
'm committed and we are sisters
I've checked you out
Swooned at your pout
But I can't climb over that wall.
On a subway
You are a stranger
Let's make a story
How's it possible?
Our eyes meet - it's 14th Street
You get off, and I continue on below....
I choose this - I press continue;
Mystery, pounce me!
Crossroads haunt me...
You are a genius
You confuse me
T
he sand, and I am in low tide.
Darkened sky
Or closed eye
Forest through an open window.
You are protection
And I want to leave you.
Bound souls
Truth in your footsteps
Oh, guardian angel
Rebirth is painful
No sin, but born an orphan this time.
I choose this - I press continue;
Mystery, pounce me!
Crossroads haunt me.
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9. |
Ronaldo's Lullaby
04:43
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Miles we come, babe, and miles to go
Can't believe what my footprints show.
Wobbling 'cross this timeline stretched from birth to being dead,
Must I go straight, can I go left instead?
When did you step into my territory?
When where you written into my story?
Miles to come and still so many in between
How many frames until we're in the same scene?
You dream your dreams and I'll dream my dreams
And we'll meet up when we're ready to wake up...
But until then - call me on a weekend, dear,
Come and see me once a year,
Just let me know you're breathing and when we're done teething...
Something solid we'll start, but until then, guess we're apart.
This world aint for children, or so they say.
Then how come I love it most when we play?
Don't ride through it tandem, every man for himself,
But that's only true as long as you've got your health.
When did I step into your territory?
When was I written into your story?
Doors we've opened, babe, and doors we've sealed,
But the hallway's long and only one and a time is revealed...
You dream your dreams and I'll dream my dreams
And we'll meet up when we're ready to wake up...
But until then - call me on a weekend, dear,
Come and see me once a year,
Just let me know you're breathing and when we're done teething...
Something solid we'll start, but until then, guess we're apart.
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