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methamphetamine
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here’s a way to go all that whispers how it will make you strong
keep you awake all night long make you laugh like you belong
rushing around from inside out emptiness that you should doubt
make your loved ones cry and shout leave you flat broke down and out
turn your dreams to iron and rust leave your skin an empty crust
scraping floors for a bit more dust or baby’s feet because you must
see a hag from a beauty queen change this home to a black latrine
smurf your shops for ephedrine, a hungry ghost with a busted spleen
methamphetamine
here’s some dude with lots of dough selling out the people’s soul
cording stove with heat on low, he don’t care what you don’t know
hydrochloric and benzene, drano, flame, and gasoline
pistols in a ripped blue jean bloody red on the dead street scene
methamphetamine
give me rocks and eightballed crank and tell me who I have to thank
biker beer and prostitute, children I can rob or loot
gravestone bankers buy me clean snorting tubes of magazine
God just help me sleep and dream
God just help me sleep and dream
God just help me sleep and dream
methamphetamine
swear if I could stop you now long before you don’t know how
stopping then it won’t allow addiction makes you bend and bow
crystal ice and words enough always trying to be so tough
God surrender and find love you are always worth that much
you are always worth that much
you are always worth that much
methamphetamine
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If we were trees, we’d never be angry
Rain or shine, we’d understand
Go on growing when the season said to
Or feel the cold with every outstretched hand.
If we were trees, we’d go on living,
Try to be healthy and grow up strong.
I’ll bet a tree would be forgiving—
The first to say ‘I may be wrong.’
If we were trees, I’d be a willow.
I know a good one of a hundred years
Behind the concrete and the power lines
And the tall buildings made of mirrors.
Rub a hand on the roughness,
Feel the edges of the toughness
The sensation lingers on.
Can you hear that willow’s song?
Will you come back to my willow?
I’ll show you the moments we lost
Trying to give our love out in fractions
And then measuring the personal cost
In the willow, I can reach deep inside my heart
In the willow, I can accept who you are from the start
Whether we hold on or fall apart
Push me down with cold and thunder,
Blow me back with fury and fire,
Although I may still hurt and hunger
To bend like that, I do aspire.
Children play beneath my branches.
Roots intertwine beneath their feet.
Given that, what are the chances,
If we were trees, we would feel complete?
Beneath the peace of the rainy waters,
Of the misty air that enters me,
I mean to be the kind of person
Who’d make a pretty good willow tree.
(You got the time, we got the climb,
C’mon and climb in my willow tree)
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In August, 1917, we were summoned
To Fort Lewis, Washington
Michael and Jacob and David and I
All refused to put their dungarees on
So they took us together to Alcatraz Island
There they beat us with clubs
Until we wished that we were dying
Then each to his own private hole
And in the filth I prayed for their souls
Then the guard threw this uniform in
He said “put it on and you’ll see home again.”
He told us, “just stay quiet.”
They put us on a starvation diet,
Made us stay on our feat
While our comrades were beaten
And tied to a hook in the ceiling
Soon we collapsed from their violent dealings
They put me in this uniform for the hate
That they were feeling
Please take comfort in knowing
In spite of our pain
We die for them in God’s name
Oh, forgive them, ‘though they know no shame
I believe somehow we all are to blame
Lay me down near the banks of the Missouri
Lay me down near my kindred and friends
Can you see where the currents run deeply?
There, the soft Kansas rain meets its end
Oh, Maria, do not cry
‘Though in uniform I lie
We all suffer for their fear
We must be brave, Maria dear
Could it be wrong to hold no gun?
We have been strong; we did not run.
They spoke falsely but God still knows.
They cut the oak tree but the seedling grows.
They dam the river but the water flows.
They kill the body, oh, but not the soul.
Lay me down near the banks of the Missouri
Lay me down near my kindred and friends
Can you see where the currents run deeply?
There, the soft Kansas rain meets its end
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The sun, deep in the western sky,
Lending its alibi to the day
And you, waving a sad goodbye,
Wishing that you could fly
Far away
Listen to the waves upon the shore
Hear them in your heart
There’s nothing more
Lost inside of what you want and need
In the music, be the hollow reed
One within you through the coming night
One beside you in the morning light
Have no fear
Always near
Run and hide
Still locked inside
It’s always your right to choose
You’ve nothing left to lose
You’ll never run out of love
You’ll never run out of love
Learn to stop in the stillness now
Practicing to allow this love to come through
Find there’s no longer be need of you,
Stay only clear and true and renew
Everything you do, a mystery.
Everything you touch and all you see.
Although the world keeps calling you back again,
This is the place where sunsets never end.
Not one drop of ocean without salt
If you won’t understand, then who’s at fault?
Have no fear
Always near
Run and hide
Still locked inside
It’s always your right to choose
You’ve nothing left to lose
You’ll never run out of love
You’ll never run out of love
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I feel that life is so unfair-
How can I get some rest?
When her smile comes to me from somewhere
Sparkling like a sequined dress
She’s in every tender leaf that grows
And everything that’s green
Calling out from the Unseen—
What will you make this mean?
Chorus:
The Ordinary Princess is never very far away
Crossing by the doorway on the other side of the day
She only wonders why we have to cry—
“Have you never seen a caged bird fly,
Finally free in an endless sky?”
Then she laughs while we try
I get so lost in this material life—
Imaginings and delusion.
All the subtle truths she liked to talk about
Bring me only more confusion
Living oneness, singing unity
How I miss this spiritual girl
Calling from where the galaxies swirl—
Will you make a better world?
From a sorrow-stricken shelter
Turn your face toward the Everlasting Nest
From this dark and narrow world
To where the spirit birds go to rest
Love
Emily
Love
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Opening My Hand
05:25
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Sacred are these days we have
‘though we may know them not,
they're like strangers who have passed our time
with stories we forgot
or seedlings we neglect to plant
or waves that won’t subside
who by their presence seem to say:
be glad to be alive.
And yet hunger drives us ever on
Consumed by our desires.
We feel the coldness at our backs
more than the warming fire,
lit by moments that are passing now
impermanent as wind
with flames so hot, we burn with fear
of trying to begin.
But oh to begin, begin,
I’m feeling my hand open my friend
with all that I was and all that I am
I’m breaking away
well before the rainbow’s end
all the time I have left
I’ve decided to spend
just opening my hand.
You can feel your heart exploding forth
with blood fed by your breath.
Each moment you are alive to now
should contrast with your death.
All that we love and seek dissolves
yet forever are we born;
between pleasures sought and peacefulness
are wandering hearts are torn.
So too this suffering yearning lost
we may feel we have been tricked
by the cruelties that are done to us
or the cruelties we inflict.
Competing for some golden ring
or just one hour more
with bitterness in our offering
while these beggars pass our door.
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I feel that life is so unfair-
How can I get some rest?
When her smile comes to me from somewhere
Sparkling like a sequined dress
She’s in every tender leaf that grows
And everything that’s green
Calling out from the Unseen—
What will you make this mean?
Chorus:
The Ordinary Princess is never very far away
Crossing by the doorway on the other side of the day
She only wonders why we have to cry—
“Have you never seen a caged bird fly,
Finally free in an endless sky?”
Then she laughs while we try
I get so lost in this material life—
Imaginings and delusion.
All the subtle truths she liked to talk about
Bring me only more confusion
Living oneness, singing unity
How I miss this spiritual girl
Calling from where the galaxies swirl—
Will you make a better world?
From a sorrow-stricken shelter
Turn your face toward the Everlasting Nest
From this dark and narrow world
To where the spirit birds go to rest
Love
Emily
Love
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the wounded fawn
06:31
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The Wounded Fawn
My name is Will Daley
And I hunt or I track
Being accustomed
To carrying my home on my back
And for days at a time
Am I out on my own
My company kept
In living alone
It was late in the autumn
When the moon hangs too deep
And the rustling leaves
Make one idle with sleep
With wet scents abundant
And the colors subdued
When the chill hints of winter
Bring a darkening mood
I was in the West Country
Where the wild trees rise
And for days at a time
No food met my eyes
Then in stark desperation
As the sunrise drew near
I caught hints and signs
Of a small herd of deer
And being a hunter
My arrow’s my tool
So what I'm to tell you
May seem to you cruel
I aimed for a yearling
In the first light of dawn
But as the mist cleared
I’d wounded the fawn
The wound at her shoulder
With red was imbued
And there, in the meadow,
My arrow lay skewed
Astonished, ashamed
I sought to just turn away
But she spoke to me plainly
"Stay and hear
What I say . . . "
"Now with this sin
You have severed our trust
Your curse be to wander
Far from your blood lust
And wherever you go
Whether far away, near
The cries of the children
Forever you’ll hear."
So I, William Daley,
Run out of my grove
Compelled by that angel
To wander and rove
Made mad with the weeping
And the pain they endure
The suffering children
We’ve never heard.
Each sob or moan,
Of hurt or of dread
Without knowing the source
They all enter my head
And I never can rest
In this world that’s gone wrong
Since the morning my aim failed
And I wounded the fawn.
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david edward walker Indianola, Washington
"With a style that encompasses urban and rural images, rich metaphors, spiritual themes, moving ballads, and ambitious
fingerstyle guitar work, David Edward Walker (aka 'David Folks') is a singer-songwriter with special ability to reach listeners on an emotional level."
~ Music Hound,
The Essential Folk Album Guide
"Spilled poetic love." ~ Dirty Linen
"Folk Hero."
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