1. |
The Pixie Can't Sleep
03:20
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The dreams are coming, wild and still
The dreams are coming in.
The thief of love collects her kill
The night can now begin/the walls start closing in
The Pixie Can't Sleep
She loved you better, but could you let her?
She's banished back to the dreaming; just forget her.
Out with the hungry; in with the burned
The lesson is learned-you both played the victim.
I know you know the Pixie can't sleep/sleep is overrated.
Since she heard you can't sleep she's devastated.
Rest is overrated; love is a dream without a world.
Its language is empty as a coma, floating free of all concerned.
The lesson learned-let go and go.
There's more room to breathe when you're alone.
The Pixie Can't Sleep
Just a little too late the dragon dreams
The goddess rises and she screams:
Girl, what are you doing? Your love is a dream
Without a setting, and you're forgetting the lesson learned.
The dreams are coming wild and still
The dreams are coming in
The thief of love collects her kill
The night can now begin/walls start closing in
The dreams are singing wild and shrill
She vanishes in the din
The thief of love can drink her fill
But the sleeper's growing thin-I am stretched too thin.
I can't sleep.
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2. |
Bad Apple Lament
03:57
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Rotten apples everywhere, raining like the sun
shine down through my bones, through the gray
of the path I've been walking
Rotten apples in my way, falling on the sidewalk
every day, like the lists of the things that
I have not been guilty of, no
Rotten apples in my way, falling on the sidewalk
every day, like the lists of the things that
I have not been doing.
Best not be rotting on the vine, no
You gotta let it go in time.
Your heart's grown and so has mine, but
apple bruises never really heal
They leave injured, spongey places
which we can no longer feel.
Fill it in with secrets if your apple overflows
like mine; it'll clot in time
for you to breathe, take stock, and listen
So if you're folded up and in,
can't get your soul sewn shut again,
you've found the wretched garden where I've been imprisoned
All in time you'll heal and reawaken, awaken
Rotten apples everywhere, raining like the sun
shine down through my bones, through the gray
of the path I've been seeking
Rotten apples in my hair, falling on the sidewalk
everywhere, like the lists of the things that
I have not been telling you, oh
If this love is rotting on the vine
You better turn me loose in time
For baby, if I'm painful fruit to bear, I swear,
I will release your heart in no time, in no time.
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3. |
That One Song
04:35
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We met up on the stage in the safe Heartland
started lending each other a hand
Huddled in the light, conspired in the moonlight
Perfect harmony in a stranger's world
No news that something was wrong at all
until we drummed and laughed 'til dawn
Two nights later, left half-alive
Staying up unloading deep dreams until five
CHORUS:
Then we were rescuing the One and Only
Getting him back to where he needed to be
Rescuing the one and only
If you love someone better help his *** get free
Cross not the princess with the tourniquet
'round her autumn hair
She tries to steal my thunder
Dislodge her from her father and she
just might deign to care
But one thing at a time left to do
and first priority's You
Not our job to get her outta there, just to whisk you
away through the road and the air, get you outta here
CHORUS
Losing heart in the sweet Heartland
but the pressure is on to pitch in, to understand
I understand
Make it so, pack up your heart and go
We'll meet you out on the road and ride out of the sunset
One with the red-ended day and the blue-hearted storm
No more the ivory cloth and the crimson fruit
You've been reborn.
CHORUS
I don't know what will be.
Just hop in with me. We'll just have to see.
Goddess knows now you're free.
Keep your strength and keep your power
Don't give up; that's all that matters.
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4. |
Baba Yaga
05:56
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Baba Yaga woke today in the form of a sage bag-lady
weaving tales on the edge of the city exit 93
The Children of the Overpass leaned in to listen
to the words, to the wisdom of the ages and the story set them free
The Crone, our Mother, watched tonight from her vantage point above
in the cloudspace high above the city's anger from a safer place than we.
She watched the Freeway/Cellphone Generation as it shrank away from the real
They called the Highway Patrol to ask Baba Yaga to leave
But she would not be escorted, shook with laughter inside her shawl,
Asked the nice young policeman "where shall I go?
Your brothers may witness me tomorrow, hear the same words you resist,
learn from the prophecy that escapes you here, what you refuse to know."
And she smiled then, all toothless, a Rock of Ages standing still
At the Campfire of Baba Yaga, the Street Children held their Dance
She turned to face the brave ones, those who listened without fear,
those who left their houses, highways, their reality just to hear her speak,
all who took that chance
Chorus:
She said "I will be here when you're ready.
My fire will still burn when yours starts to go."
She said "I have always been here,
I with my fearless feet in the snow""
She said "I'll be here just to watch you grow."
Daddy's Little Girl awoke today, in a form all self-sufficience
She packed her bags and left the house long before he rose
He awoke without his coffee, checked her room but she was gone
gone to meet someone he'd never seen, he smiled and sighed
"she's a woman; it's the path she chose."
Well, Daddy's little woman's on the edge of town,
can't remember where she came from
Heaven only knows what's become of her lover,
left her high and dry we suppose.
She lingers on the freeway with her eyes upon the smile
of the wise and ancient Baba Yaga.' And So It Goes.
Chorus...
And I'll let you know, I'll let you know, oh...
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5. |
Weightless
03:00
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verse 1
So congratulations, boy, you kept me up til dawn again
but this time I had to put you on a plane
Not knowing when I'll see you next,
I head back home-the place is a mess.
Seems like happiness is changing my familiar terrain.
chorus 1
I will sleep the day away, your sweet self holding court in my brain,
my prince of mischief, bringer of exquisite pain.
You'll be headed halfway round the world, your best-laid plans unbroken
and here I'll stay, soon be on my way to weightless.
You have me well on my way to weightless.
verse 2
So much for all my suits of armor, baby, you got through.
Loved what you found, set up camp, and it's a good thing, too.
Now you spin around me, like the wondrous tales you tell,
and I find happiness is changing almost everything I do.
chorus 2
I will sleep the day away, your sweet self wrapped around my brain,
all my dreams enchanted into conversation.
Though you're headed halfway round the world, the best is yet unspoken,
so on I'll play, soon be on my way to weightless.
You got me well on my way to weightless.
bridge
My lover is the west wind, you see it in that devil's grin
still keeping me company after I've closed my eyes.
He lifts me up high as life, with both our wings out, brave and bright.
So maybe Juliet was right, and it's love at every single sight!
verse 3/unbridge
So the queen of spades and the jack of all trades
separate on perfect terms of amity and perfect days to come.
'did you bring your keys?'
'yes, and you're coming with me!
hold on to your heart, love, I'm about to set you free.'
chorus 3
I will dance the day away, your sweet self wrapped around my brain
I will dance the time away, it's no time til I see your face,
and it's love, we'll say,
on our way to weightless
We are well on our way to weightless
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6. |
Drum
05:04
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verse 1:
celtic drum sings, yoruba drum dances
the pulse takes us all and becomes our heartbeat
we are all the same heart and all the same drum
cross culture, whether or not you accept
our drum is the same
our heartbeat, our blood
the color of our bones when we dance
in bones alone
aborigine dust, irish rain
saudi prayer, navajo truth
druid sight
pulled into me
pulled into you/the truth
refrain:
pulled into our drum
which is the same
and ever shall be.
nomatter what you say to me.
nomatter if your heart be free.
we share a common/the mother's heartbeat
we share a common drum
verse 2:
christian heart may fail
pagan song may rise
hearts and minds stretched open wide
at the turning of the tide
here at the century's painful dawn
we find we still are drumming
but our guns are drawn.
sensibility has failed
and yet the drum is still resounding
time is not yet done
there is room to turn it back around, children, but
we may find we have to hurry, may find we have to run.
we are all the same heart
and all the same drum
in spite of the sickness
we have become.
(refrain)
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7. |
Darker State of Grace
03:00
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I am your dying sickle moon
I am your circle dance
Halloween in the midnight blue
has left for you a sliver of a chance
to love a wet-lipped, well-lit spectacle
in silk and tattered lace
hold me in your arms;
transcend a darker state of grace
Let me under your wing, smoker angel;
I'll be good.
Let me hear your heartbeat, smoker angel
if you would that I would
fly with you
let me die with you
if this isn't to be pursued
what in heaven's name will i do?
won't I die from lack of you?
I am your fading afternoon
Your raven on the wing
leave behind your twisted halo, boy,
just to come and hear me sing
Stop that flying 'round and come to me
have done with this merry chase!
What high time 'twould be to kiss
the shadows from your face.
Let me under your wing, Smoker Angel;
I am cold.
I'm not flying off now, Smoker Angel
If my heart's too bold,
then you'll forgive me here
I'll keep you warm and near
If your destiny's unclear, go find it
I can wait here
without fear for you.
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8. |
Rain Falls Hard
02:48
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So, love's got you wandering in a January haze
With no tornado warning to help classify these mixed-up days?
Someone's got you thinking that you'll maybe be okay?
Hold onto that every time you gotta watch your baby walk away.
Oh, the rain falls hard when he's gone.
(the) Radio is blasting, can you find the strength to sing along?
Rain's got a gloomy beauty,
but all these goodbyes make the sunlight look wrong.
I'm left holding on.
Oh, gather, brave young lovers; let me sympathize with you.
Comes the night, I'll be feeling ghostly arms around me, too.
Is this not the life we choose?
To be in so deep, so torn asunder, and so bravely sing these blues?
But the rain falls hard when he's gone!
The radio is blasting, can you help me sing along?
Rain's got this gloomy beauty, but these goodbyes make the sunshine seem wrong.
I'm left holding on.
The sky falls black when he's here.
The rain pours down beautiful, cleans out all the poison and the fear
All Five Horizons are sunsetted clear
Oh...
The rain falls like a lover when he's gone.
And I'm left dreaming on.
I'm left holding on.
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9. |
Mary Mary
05:14
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Sun rises behind clouds soft and slow
your mother sits waiting for the light to overflow
The gray's come uninvited and she shall not have her sun
think about whether you'd rejoice if you were the chosen one.
the winners write the history and religion writes the rules
but prophecies are nothing acted out by men and fools.
we take chances on nothing and hold our secrets high
chances taken long ago gave birth to the immaculate lie
chorus 1:
ooh, mary mary what burdens you carry
heart and mind both broken, damage no one would believe
ooh, mary mary what scars you must carry
sin runs in the family running all the way back to Eve.
fire is only fire; gods have many names
they'll stone you like a liar if you dare dance in the flames
and know yourself a woman;
fear hand in hand with "i don't understand"
the hate will flow as quick, as strong
as water from your hand
blood from your baby's wounded hand
He came without your asking, no laughter in the summer night
gods and angels come and go just as men, and who are we to fight?
to know ourselves as daughters and take pride in the phrase
takes courage, strength, and wisdom
but they used you, used you up in so many ways
ooh, Mary Mary what burdens you carry
a prophet and his mother--both of you insane
ooh, Mary Mary what scars you must carry
they'll honor your sweet name and never know the truth of pain
bridge:
your pain...as daughters we have suffered all the slander of these years
blame, mistrust and evil dance the galliard of our fears
so next time he calls you baby and belittles all your tears
let him know your strength is boundless as your frailty disappears
sun sinks below the ground, gaudy pink and gold
the maiden sits believing in the lie she's madly told
as mother, sits believing in the miracles she's told
like biting backward glances, mary's chances all dried up and gone
tell me boy, would you take your chance to be the chosen one?
carpenter and harlot unwavering eye to eye
to see the other sides of the old original sin; original lie
ooh, Mary Mary what burdens you carry
slivers of the goddess that they never let us see
ooh, Mary Mary what scars you must carry
too late we resurrect you, reverently set you free (wish we could have set you free)
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10. |
Tori Day
03:39
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Walk out the window in your favorite dress
Straddle him in your favorite jeans
Why don't you just eclipse me?
Marry me Bury me...
They all know you're up to what you're up to, girl.
It's a Tori Day, and there's nobody here.
so take your time out of time.
It's a Tori day and the boy says he can't love you,
so go ahead and bleed.
Maybe you can talk to him
if he stops analyzing things.
Go ahead and bleed, girl. go ahead and bleed
Would you like to dance, my love?
I'll meet you out by the swings.
Go ahead and cry, child. go ahead and cry
walk out the window in your favorite dress
and straddle him in your favorite jeans
why don't you just eclipse me?
yeah why won't he just eclipse you?
oh, you've cut yourself again. and you had to let them catch you.
They all know you're up to what you're up to, girl.
but it's a Tori day, and there's no way they'll find you.
Take your time out of time.
Cuz it's a Tori Day, and there's no one to fight you.
Go ahead and bleed. Go ahead and bleed.
I once confessed what was in my head,
Later on realized it was better left unsaid
Walk on out the window
Take your time out of time.
Why dont you just eclipse me, yeah Why?
They all know you're up to what you're up to, girl.
It's a Tori day, and they'll go on with or without you.
They all know you're doing what you're doing, girl.
But it's a Tori day, and there's no one to stop you.
Go ahead. Go ahead. Go on.
It's a Tori Day.
And you are beautiful here.
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11. |
My Kind Of Angel
06:04
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I want to sing, maybe not out loud, to your singing soul
beginning to think I'm looking too hard for angels lately.
Your eyes are so young, but I know mine are younger
Just to hear you speak-- It calls up the hunger again
to run away with you, without you, just away, be gone
Your hair in your face would make me cry if I let it, let alone the grace.
I want a piece of you to walk with me, somehow,
anywhere magic would go.
You make me remember-- I don't know anything at all
Answers, answers, answers are all we all wish to see
is there anything you could tell me?
Make me a believer in the fact that I won't fail
Will you be my guardian angel?
Never gonna be a groupie, just the girl up on stage
but you make me wonder.
Young and believing means you fall in love and everything too easy
this easy spell you've got me under!
You can say you feel too deeply, but maybe you just feel right.
I can say I feel too deeply,
but maybe I'm just beginning to feel all right
I'm under your light.
It might come from not getting out much
or not knowing enough people I can love
but when I look I look too often within and not above.
Straight ahead now, I'm watching you
hanging on the stem of every note
Would you smuggle me out of heaven?
Hide me under your winged coat?
Post-love songs are as good as any to hear when my love is away.
Love and music kill me, but I wanna drown in them both every possible way, any day.
I've grown out of boys before, but angels make for new classification.
I'm so eager, and I'm so scared,
just some crazy little flower all touched
by what you've shared
Tears hung back somewhere
so I can still see you play,
You're an angel.
You're my kind of angel,
oh, if just for today.
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S. J. Tucker Perry, Arkansas
“Without our songs and stories, we are nothing.” S. J. Tucker has been captain of her own music career since 2004, when she left the workaday world behind to sing songs and change lives. Tucker is the voice of lore at the campfire and the sharp laughter of modern myth. With one hand anchored in her art and the other held out to us, she is songs and stories, community and wit. ... more
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