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MY LOVE LEFT ME IN APRIL
My love left me
In April,
When the world was fresh and new;
My love left me
In the springtime,
When my heart was young and true.
Had he gone from me in summer
While I was harvesting grain;
Had I lost him in the autumn
When my heart was grey as rain;
Had he left me, old, in winter,
My heart would have known less pain—
But my love left me in April
And I shan’t know love again.
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LARK OF MY HEART
Lark of my heart, dance in the dark and say you love me.
Lark of my heart, right from the start and say you love me.
Lark of my heart, take back the night and say you want me.
Lark of my heart, turn up the light and say we can be
The same, same, same, same,
I can see it in your eyes, I can smell it in your lies,
You know I want you.
And I can hear it in your sighs, I can feel it in your lines,
You know I want you. I know, know, know, know,
I can see it in your face, on every marble place,
You know I want you.
And I can feel in your grace, in every golden trace,
You know I want you.
What can I do? Oh boy your mood creates the weather.
What can I do? Oh how I miss the sound of thunder.
What can I do? Roll down around and lift your finger.
What can I do? Give me your hand, it’s now or never,
Today, today, today, today.
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SPRING AND FALL
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
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Led to Sea - Old Haunts
04:09
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OLD HAUNTS
Raise my flag to the east and wait for you.
All’s been said, there’s nothing else for me to do.
But I will watch for, I watch for you.
Time slows down in my imagined state of grace.
You ascend to that unreachable place,
But I still wait for, I still watch for you.
Our friends move on with their busy,
fruitful lives,
Practical, knowing everything must die.
But I will watch for, I will watch over you.
I still watch for you.
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DEAR MARGARET
There’s enough rum runners and scofflaws
to drown you,
It’s a wonder how, how I found you.
My dear, my dear Margaret,
I hope that my transmission finds you well.
I’m leaving from the base here on Saturday,
Meet you at the Palace Hotel.
Wear your fur coat,
Formal on the late boat.
It’s been such a long time,
I can’t believe you’re still mine.
I’ll be counting down the days.
One, two, three days away,
Three days away on the blackball line.
My dear, my dear,
My heart grew faint upon your call.
Surrounded by a crowd of affection,
You know I will gladly trade it all.
I’m in a dream now,
I hope you hear me somehow.
It’s been such a long time,
I can’t believe you’re still mine.
I’ll be counting down the days.
One, two, two days to go,
Two days to go on the blackball line.
There’s enough rum runners and scofflaws
to drown you,
It’s a wonder how, how I found you.
Wear your fur coat,
Formal on the late boat.
It’s been such a long time,
I can’t believe you’re still mine.
I’ll be counting down the days.
Three, two, one day left,
One day left on the blackball line.
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Jherek Bischoff - Night
01:45
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NIGHT
A wind ripples along the leaves
Of the moon-paled aspen;
Some frightened thing slips from sight
Into a hissing forest of grasses.
Slowly from the bottom of the onyx pool
Silence uncoils,
Crushing each whisper into nothingness,
Smothering the wind.
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SONNET
I see you riding on a wooden horse,
Painted bright blue with flying tail and mane,
That trots stifflegged on a sawdust course
Of circuses, balloons, an endless train
Of childish things. And now with rumpled hair,
Your clumsy hands, your boyish games to play,
Your world has still not held a thought of care:
Your wooden horse still gallops on its way.
Do you remember one time long ago
You took my doll to play with, but instead
You dropped it and you broke its china head?
Oh I am wiser now; I’ve learned to know
It isn’t love you’re asking to take;
You only want another toy to break.
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Led to Sea - Patches
04:05
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PATCHES
I wear a silken flower on my shoulder,
An orchid made of velvet and of lace,
Because a hard wind, driving through my garden,
Of its carousals left relentless trace
In broken stems and darkened leaves. This autumn
I wear a silken flower in their place.
My marble god lies broken in the garden,
But I will patch him till he looks like new,
So people will not guess that he is shattered,
A lifeless Eros made of stone and glue.
And since I’ve learned to patch, you needn’t love me
If for a while you will pretend you do.
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MAKER OF MY SORROW
A good man is hard to find,
What’s his is yours and mine to throw.
He had an angry head,
He had a heavy heart to hold.
Poisoning the spring with an orchid
in his hand,
And a shadow on his thumb.
In the barrel of a gun,
Me, I will find my love.
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Lord knows, where did he go?
Keeper of my heart’s joy,
Maker of my sorrow.
A good man is hard to find,
God knows how I have tried repose.
Give me my aching head,
Give me my broken heart and cold.
Woman cannot hold with a diamond
on my hand,
And the water on my tongue.
In the barrel of a gun,
Me, I resign my love.
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh,
Lord knows, where did he go?
Keeper of my heart’s joy,
Maker of my sorrow,
Dealer of my heavy hand,
Healer of my wounded heart.
Lord knows, where did he go?
Lord knows, where did he go?
Lord knows, where did he go?
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FIRST DAY
On the first day
You sailed this sea,
The waves, they crested
So tall and free.
Cresting like fire
With no smoke,
I heard your voice
Before the silence broke.
Heart beat like thunder
With no light,
Like horses gallop to war
Just beyond our sight.
Pleased to meet you,
And if I might,
I would like to spend my life
In your eye’s light.
And pleased to meet you,
And if I may,
I’d like to be with you
Till my last day,
Till my last day.
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Lonesome Leash - Firefly
03:34
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FIREFLY
Margaret had a garden full of fireflies,
She herded them at dusk and dawn
before the sun or moon rise.
They danced with her like children dance,
Like drunken angels flicking lanterns at the sky.
Till one day a hard wind drove through
And winter stayed, yes, winter stayed.
The fireflies, they looked askance,
They asked of her, they asked of her,
What had gone askew with the man who always,
always hid from view.
She sighed to them a well-worn sigh
and they limned her with light.
The thing, she said, about the man who strays
from sight.
Well I love him so and he loves me, but his soul’s
grown tangled and far from free.
His mind’s been poisoned by man’s war.
He forgot what his body’s for.
The fireflies swarmed amongst themselves
And made a terrifying swell,
They said to Margaret, they might could help
To dull the pain, the pain to quell.
‘Cause we know of another world,
Where your love could wait
Painless and timeless for thee.
Margaret sighed her well-worn sigh,
Said that could be best.
She walked upstairs with a comet tail of fireflies,
Into the room where Justus lies.
She made the coffee, took his hand,
Said I’ll see soon in other lands,
For you needn’t love this world so full of pain,
If but for a while you pretend you do.
The flicking lights, they came as one,
And covered him in their soft glow and hum.
They pulled the light right out of him and raised it
to the sky.
He looked down upon, where Margaret alone lie.
He said I spent my last breath in the light,
in the light of your eyes.
And I needn’t love this world so full of pain,
For such a long while, I pretended to.
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POSSESSION SOUND
Soak up the blood from the carpet,
Wash what’s left of his head.
But who’s gonna tend to you Margaret,
Now that your husband’s dead?
Gather his hair for your locket,
Sons in their trundle bed.
He took his gun from his pocket,
And saw to himself instead.
Fare thee well, fare thee well, my angel.
Fare thee well, they can’t hurt you now.
Just rest your head
From whence we were wed,
In sweet Possession Sound.
Send my regards to my father.
Goodnight to George and John.
We’re meant to care for each other,
Until the great beyond.
And high as I held you above me,
As sure as my words were true,
I know that you’ve never loved me,
But still you pretended to.
Fare thee well, fare thee well, my angel.
Fare thee well, they can’t hurt you now.
We’ll rest your head
From whence we were wed,
In sweet Possession Sound.
The rites were read and Justus is dead,
In sweet Possession Sound.
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Jason Webley - Pyramid
05:23
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PYRAMID
Tell me Margaret, what is coming down this river?
You’ve been watching so much longer now than I.
Do you know Margaret, just what will this day deliver,
Does it work out tooth for tooth and eye for eye?
They started stacking up the stones the very day that you were born.
No matter how you grew, they would tower above you.
You could change your name, move all the way to sunny California.
But when you start your life anew, does that long shadow follow you?
Who was it Margaret, that chose to resurrect you here for me, in scattered lines of poetry,
This distant, wistful girl I see reflected in your eyes?
Forgive me Margaret, all the ways I am mistaken, all the liberties I’ve taken,
I’ve projected you in costumes I don’t think were quite your size.
Now here I’m climbing up these stones a hundred years from where you were born,
Looking for a song that could take me to you.
I have traced these roads, drove past your home in Burbank, California,
But you were not inside—you’ve found a better place to hide.
And tell me Margaret, when I’m gone, what will I want,
To be left at the bottom of a garbage bin, or dusted off and pulled up onto stage?
Will it please me when someone lights a candle and says my name?
Will I say—leave me in my pyramid, blow out the flame and close the lid,
This story’s done, why don’t we turn the page?
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My Love Left Me In April
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MY LOVE LEFT ME IN APRIL
My love left me
In April,
When the world was fresh and new;
My love left me
In the springtime,
When my heart was young and true.
Had he gone from me in summer
While I was harvesting grain;
Had I lost him in the autumn
When my heart was grey as rain;
Had he left me, old, in winter,
My heart would have known less pain—
But my love left me in April
And I shan’t know love again.
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Eyes of Margaret
03:55
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EYES OF MARGARET
When morning comes to me,
I see the eyes of Margaret.
I see the eyes of Margaret,
When morning comes around.
And when she comes near me,
I see the eyes of Margaret.
I see the smiles of Margaret,
And time rolls around.
When darkness comes near her, and I see a sign,
The pen and the letter have faded and died.
A promise is broken, a change in the tide,
Someone is singing her song.
And when she is lonely,
I’ll take the hand of Margaret.
I’ll hold the hand of Margaret,
And she’ll come around.
And when she is troubled,
I’ll hear the cries of Margaret.
I’ll dry the eyes of Margaret,
And time rolls around.
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