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Glitterfeet
03:06
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Dark green moss 'neath my feet
Blood dripping down my shin
I'm tenderly diffusing
Nature becoming kin
Leaves aglow with sunlight
Conversation on our tongues
Who knows where we'll go today
We women we can run
Will you remember me
As I remember you
Running free
Will you remember this
As I remember morning summer mist
In winter I'm a painter
Guessing at what's underneath the snow
Guessing what is Real
In summer I'm a swimmer
Investigating fish and what I feel
What I feel
Investigating fish and what I feel
Will you remember me
As I remember you
Glitterfeet
Will you remember this
As I remember morning summer bliss
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Free The Animals
03:39
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Ants all walking in a line
Each one's got something for the mother
People say ants can't talk
But what then are they doin' when they wiggle their antennas at each other
How the heck do we think we can decide
Who can die and who can get to be alive
People say an ant does not have higher thoughts
But have you ever asked an ant if she believes in God?
And what if God is food?
x2
How long will it take? (Inside the Earth that is our home)
How long will we bake? (Inside the Earth that is out home)
x2
Before we free the animals
Before we free the animals
It's time to free the animals
Did it hurt when you got your nose pierced
"Ouch!" they shutter and they sympathize
But what if I had told you I had gotten my lip pierced
Biting into a sweet peach pie
How the heck do we think it is okay
To enjoy Mother Nature while throwing her children away
People say a fish cannot feel pain
But have you ever noticed that her nerves connect directly to her brain?
And what if God is pain?
Yikes, what if God is pain?
How long will it take? (Inside the Earth that is our home)
How long will we bake? (Inside the Earth that is our home)
x2
Before we free the animals
Before we free the animals
It's time to free the animals,
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You are like the flowers that you love so much
Sweet with color and sugar and so kind and clean and careful with
cinnamon
"Get a room," he said, when I told you this and it's true
There's nothing more I'd like than a room alone with you
To hold you close in focus
Heart of gold, you've got a heart of gold
You've got a center of nectar, so sweet to hold
It could be beautiful
If we grew perennial
Like a hydrangea tree
The voices in our heads tell us rotten sweet nothings like how to hate
yourself in ten million other ways
But the solar wind rolling out of your hair and your sleeping lungs blows it
all away, making flutes of my arteries
And they're singing and dancing and melting and mixing
So much so that my blood might splatter the walls
Let's share a poultice of hibiscus tea
You've got a heart of gold, you've got a heart of gold
You've got a center of nectar, so sweet to hold
It could be beautiful
If we grew perennial
Like that hydrangea tree
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May she burn, burn, burn, with rosy love
May she bleed, bleed, bleed, with iron blood
Yet she floats forlorn in the grey-blue sea
May she touch the sheets of her bed and feel alive yet again
In her world of floating, singing whales
Moonlight and starlight on their backs in the night
As they come in tens, lick the algae off your rooftops
The wind from their bow-waves blows you out of your bed
And you float up out of your window to join them
Extend your hand
To the satellite-high, face-sized, wise, wide, eye
And it is there, and it is there, and it is there, that you get lost
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Birder
02:27
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I was walking through the forest one day
I turned when I heard a bird say
"Well hello, Sir, you seem to be looking well
Good day to be your last, wouldn't that be swell, hey, hey!"
I am a murderer
A murdering bird!
I murder birders
But don't you take me absurd
I am a murderer
A murdering bird!
I murder birders
But don't you take me disturbed, no no!
Oh my word, bird, I don't know what you mean
Are you suggesting that you are going to murder me
I don't really feel good about this
I am afraid to die, take me off your death list, hey hey!
I am a murderer
A murdering bird!
I murder birders
But don't you take me absurd
I am a murderer
A murdering bird!
I murder birders
But don't you take me disturbed, no no!
You don't know what's going on
In your future's destitution
You don't know I see planned
No, you don't know what's going on, on, and on, and on, and on...
[the man and the bird ready themselves for battle]
I went walking in the woods one day
'Twas there where we fought
And there where my body lay
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Cloud Princess
02:29
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When summer squash blooms in May
Beside you I'll lay
When Sun rises in the West
Beside you I'll rest
Oh, what have you been up to
Hey, it's been a while
I can only imagine
What you've been up to
I don't know where or when
I will see you again
My love from beyond the clouds
I wonder where you are now
Oh, it's been a while
Oh, when I see you you
I can only imagine
What you've been up to
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Not Anyone's
02:20
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I like it when
My breast
Rests
In my
Guitar
Not anyone's
But mine
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Tangerine
03:58
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The ocean flows like the juices in my tangerine
'Round a core of minerals our body needs
I wish to go there, and sail in a boat made of a seed
Perhaps it will sprout and grow me another tangerine
Your blood flows like the blood that flows through my viens
Round a heart pumping blood with no oil or natural gas
Fueled by love and what you ate and drank earlier today
Perhaps I'll make you 12 chocolate cookies to fuel your soul
You soul, your soul
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Hush
00:59
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10. |
Math
07:20
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I think a lot about decay
Cool dirt mixed in with your skin
And there you lay
The worms are whispering in your ears
What do they have to say
Can you hear them when your brain
is four more miles every day away, away
In my arms, in my arms
There you are, in my arms
Warm and soft, you smell like rain
In my arms, then to your graves
If only all your wounds had mended
I was you to be defended
So smell the flowers splendid
And after all your life is lended
Salt marsh hay is left untended, untended
In my arms, in my arms
There you are, in my arms
Warm and soft, you smell like rain
In my arms, then to your graves
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So I dig your graves
With my hands
The air in February's warm
But the dirt's still cold
I breathe it in
With my lungs
Keep it underneath my fingernails
So close
And my home now feels truly broken
Four more ropes blow untied
I only will heal when once again we have spoken
I only will heal the day that I die
And considering I wanna live to be a hundred
And I'm only 18.2 months percent through
I still have 82 to go
So I won't be joining you anytime soon
And to say that implies I think there's a heaven
But what I really wanna say
Is that I never wanna be a bug trapped in resin
In about 82 years I wanna decay
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Skunk spirits are crashin' down the town tonight
Madame skunk tells me everything is gonna be alright
A white stripe like a road to freedom
If you've got ideas then plant and seed them
In the end we're all just little skunks
Madame Skunk, she died we thunk
She became very old and she lost her spunk
She became a ghost and what hurts the most
Is our friend Madame Skunk she burnt the toast
A white stripe like a road to freedom
If you've got ideas then plant and seed them
In the end we're all just little skunks
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