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Fen Woman
05:00
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Fen Woman
Wild walks the fen woman
She walks in beauty and in light
Wild walks the fen woman
A pocket full of shadows round, and round again
Where the waters lie
I will take a cup of tin
That weaves the silver welkin in
And now the light is wearing thin
Will I awaken all my dreams and sins and times of asking?
Are you the siren or the ship?
Are you the siren or the ship?
Are you the siren or the ship?
Are you the siren or the.
I will take a golden thread
And bind it to the riverbed
For now the stars are overhead
Will I untaste the water’s loves and dreads and worlds awakened?
Are you the siren or the ship?
Are you the siren or the ship?
Are you the siren or the ship?
Are you the siren or the.
Stir, the water stir
And ringing in my ears a song and rising out of all the earth
And in my eyes a blinding haze that blocks the sun
And rising from the deep like Lazarus comes
“Know that I am time and I will move the mountains, part the oceans,
Be creation singing”
Wild walks the fen woman
Wild walks the fen woman
Wild walks the fen woman
To the light
To the night
“Know that I am time and I will move the mountains, part the oceans,
Be creation singing”
Wild walks the fen woman
Wild walks the fen woman
Wild walks the fen woman
To the light
To the night
To the light
I will take a cup of tin
That weaves the silver welkin in
And now the light is wearing thin
Will I awaken…
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Lay Low
02:59
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Lay Low
I kissed you when you drew the world beneath a starlit sky
I cradled you from earth to earth in clothes of endless flight
I held you in the magnitude of all your father’s fight
And watched the kiss of your undoing fly
Lay low my son and calm the waters
Lay low my son and see the day
Lay low my son or wear these promises unspun
Where’s the kingdom you have won?
In worlds of futures come and gone they will a light renew
On hallowed ground a face surrounded by the deepest blue
They’ll sing a soft refrain that I had joy to see your pain
When I would give my body and my blood to be there in your place
Lay low my son and calm the waters
Lay low my son and see the day
Lay low my son or wear these promises unspun
Where’s the kingdom you have won?
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Storyville
04:05
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Storyville
Smoke curls from the lips of the harlequin girl
In a papered parlour on a red light row
“Yes Sir, that’s a picture of my mother.
She won’t let me stay, but she knows where I go.”
And it’s warm tonight in Storyville
A soldier and a sailor and a velvet thrill
And these folks know where the good times go
As a street car named Desire rolls, rolls down the hill.
Wrapped in a frame sits the girl with no name
Like a marble figure on a pedestal
“Funny, I love the way you capture my body.
Do you think that one day, Mr. B, I could hang on the wall?”
And it’s warm tonight in Storyville
A soldier and a sailor and a velvet thrill
And these folks know where the good times go
As a street car named Desire rolls, rolls down the hill.
Then one day, Storyville was swept away
For a red brick jungle and a Superdome
But listen, and you can hear the voices of wisdom
Carrying down on the wind to carry you home
“And it’s warm tonight in Storyville
A soldier and a sailor and a velvet thrill
And these folks know where the good times go
As a street car named Desire rolls, rolls down the hill….
Down the hill…
Down the hill…
Down, down, down…”
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River Song
04:53
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River Song
You say “My darling be patient for Rome wasn’t built in a day”
You cry, and you’re ringing your hands while your holding the standard so high
You say that we should be the change we want to make
But I find once again am I on the defensive for your hurt pride
For if were a river, will I run
For if were a river, will I become?
For if were a river, will I run…
You say that I should be grateful for all these concessions you’ve made
Sorry, should I bow? Be reminded when looking at them “look at where we are now?”
I know we have to keep you comfortable and keep it slow
But I won’t be afraid that I live in a state of unbroken, continually wonderful rage
For if were a river, will I run
For if were a river, will I become?
For if were a river, will I run…
Saddle these horses for I am done
No more the vessel of a gilded man
March to the sound of a beating drum no more the song of a gilded man
March to the sound of a beating drum no more the song of a gilded man
For if were a river, will I run
For if were a river, will I become?
For if were a river
And if I am the river
And I am the river
Watch me run
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