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Love & Everything
03:23
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LOVE & EVERYTHING
Midnight
Stranded at a standstill by the streetlight
Wrestled it around and it just ain’t right
And nowhere are our angels to be found
Well it’s so deep,
Been round 1000 times and still you can’t sleep
You’re buzzing like a hive and it’s a big leap
To anything that feels like solid ground
It’s a big big wall but I’m gonna tear it down.
It’s a big big wall and I’m gonna tear it down.
It reminds me
Of nights that I spent hiding in the bindweed
Wondering if anyone would find me
Lying there afraid to make a sound
It’s a big big wall but I’m gonna tear it down.
It’s a big big wall and I’m gonna tear it down.
It’s only love it’s only love, you know it’s only love & everything
It’s only love it’s only love, it’s only everything
Well it’s hazy
Are we difficult or blind or are we lazy
Outsisde these walls the world is going crazy
Press up against my heart and feel it pound
Then time slows,
Sound of distant footsteps through the window
It’s our angels out there walking in their street clothes
And they suddenly decide to come around
It’s only love it’s only love, you know it’s only love & everything
It’s only love it’s only love, it’s only everything
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2. |
Anybody's Heaven
03:32
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ANYBODY’S HEAVEN
There’s things you know, things you wonder
Things you try hard to believe
There’s spells that you can fall right under
Kisses that can set you free
Now Daddy’s mad, he’s not talking
Looks like I made Mama cry
They see me now, they think I’Äôve fallen
From my road up to the sky
Won’t you tell St. Peter he can close those pearly gates
Tell the angels I’m not coming in
Cause I won’t go to anybody’s heaven
Til I can see you one more time again
I guess it’s just the way they tell it
Streets of silver, roads of gold
No one dies and no one suffers
No one’s sick and no one’s old
I got close and heard those bells there ringing
Close and heard the trumpets play
Then I heard you in the backseat singing
And I’ve never heard that song that way
So I traveled back from that place
To hear your voice, see your face
Now, 35 cents in a tollman’s hand
1000 miles of golden fields
Will carry me to where you stand
You’re so rocky baby, you’re so real
Sun’s going down on a valley full of cotton
Victoria singing about a little bit of love
Guess I used to know but now I’ve forgotten
What I was supposed to be so afraid of
Won’t you tell St. Peter he can close those pearly gates
Tell the angels I’m not coming in
Cause I won’t go to anybody’s heaven
Til I can see you one more time again and again
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3. |
Sliptime
03:42
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SLIPTIME
Sunday in May
In a little boat for two
Drifting away
On a river green and blue
There’s a lot of rain behind this sunshine
There’s a world of pain outside this sliptime
Someday we may
See the world we long to see
Meanwhile you say
We’ll be impossible and free
Never really know what you been missing
Until you take the time to shut up and listen
Some say the way
Is to sweat a pile of gold
Nighttime and day
Stop and count it when you’Äôre old
Never really know how long we’re given
So baby off we go, let’s do some living
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4. |
Early Everlasting
02:55
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EARLY EVERLASTING
Speedwell, touch-me-not,
Ain’t no flower like the one I got
Loosestrife, wintergreen
The finest kind I ever seen
Lamb’s ears, lady’s thumb
Look out honey cause here I come
Sticktight, marigold
Gonna love you til we’re good and old
Shepherd’s purse and arrowroot and early everlasting too
Mayflower, celandine
A big wet ocean and a thin dry line
Heal-all, bleeding heart
We’re half a whole and all a part
Purple clover, queen anne’s lace
I never will forget your face
Bittersweet and cocklebur
We’ll never be the way we were
Foxglove, leopard’s bane
A little sun, a little rain
Ghostpipe, silverbud
The higher light, the daily mud
Goldenseal and feverfew and early everlasting too
Devil’s bit and meadow rue and early everlasting too
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Strangers
02:48
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STRANGERS
Red red blood in a red red heart
It beat so strong from the very start
Sometimes it’s hard just to tell the two apart
It’s a long long road, it’s a long long haul
There’s no one who knows, there’s no one you can call
Sometimes the path is faint, the rest of the time it’s not there at all
Angels pass you on the street
Faces cast down at their feet
Blue blue bird in a blue blue sky
And you feel so brave and you don’t know why
But you fill your lungs up for one last try
Strangers meet your on your way
Faces open and awake
It’s a quiet song for a quiet boy
You came in here just to escape the noise
Now all this silence flows like joy
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6. |
Made of Time
03:40
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MADE OF TIME
Moon is made of honey baby, hills are made of wine
House is made of open windows, air is made of chimes
The sky is made of swallows, your breath is made of mine
You and I are made of time
All the dogs in the valley baby, I can hear them whine
I can hear the want & waiting, right here where we’re lying
Everybody’s such a hurry baby except you and I
Baby we just made of time
Come and look across the valley baby, where the sunset’s dying
We can paint a little picture, keep it in our minds
I can do the colors baby, you can do the lines
Baby we just made of time
Time to find the little pieces, bring them in
Time to lose them all again
Ocean’s made of raindrops baby, mountain’s made of sand
Life is made of little footsteps, love is made by hand
We got a such a lot to do but that’s all somewhere down the line
You and I are made of time
Baby we just made of time
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Kris Delmhorst Massachusetts
“Long Day in the Milky Way” is a shimmering compendium of sometimes murmuring, sometimes urgent pop and Americana sounds" Boston Globe
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