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Lay It Down
02:39
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I can lay down that history
Lay down my glasses and my ordinary keys
Lay down imaginary lists of what to forget and what must be
Lay it down in the sand along the sea
Lay it down in the sand
I shake the sun out of my eyes
Trace the horizon where the water meets the sky
I can lay down that history
Lay down imaginary lists of what to forget and what must be
Lay it down in the sand along the sea
Lay it down in the sand
I cut a line right to the sea
Dive underwater
I’m suspended
I am floating
I’m a creature of the water
I am free
Lay it down in the sand
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Dreamtime
03:45
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Rising wind blows longing through the eaves
Veils are lifting softly in my dreams
In the wild bone marrow memories roam
I can feel them shining on the stones
Back when we were young together
Summer could go on and on and on and on and on and on and
Rising smoke prayer offerings fill the air
All our love and all our longing there
Rising smoke prayer offerings are received
What we want is seldom what we need
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The Garden Grows Over
04:23
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The far destination is beckoning
Leaving me reckoning with miles to unfold
The stars are elusive and I am reclusive
A wish-maker out in the cold
Look for the bridge
Feel for the passage
Maybe it’s closer than I can imagine
The meadow’s grown over the path I am travelling
Ambitions unravelling, falling away
The garden grows over with violets and clover
The world is unfolding the wings of my eyes
Birch leaves trembling, I am remembering
The place I turned off the main road
Path less taken
I have forsaken convention
To travel alone
Look for the bridge
The meadow’s grown over the path I am travelling
Ambitions unravelling, falling away
The garden grows over with chicory and goldenrod
Crickets are older and dragonflies fly
The garden grows over with violets and clover
The world is unfolding the wings of its eyes
The garden grows over with chicory and goldenrod
Crickets are older and dragonflies fly
The world, it is wise.
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4. |
Wind on Water
03:49
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A flicker, a whisper
You and I in a long distance mystery
Of words unspoken
A question, a gesture
With a meaning we knew before this sequestering
Left us guessing
I wish I knew
How to pass through
Along the ripples of the wind on the water
To you
Mercury in retrograde
A messenger lost in a forest glade
Just takin time
To watch the dragonflies
A whole world in the grasses
Time moving like molasses
Mercury only sighs
I wish I knew
How to pass through
Along the ripples of the wind on the water
The wind on the water to you
As we travel worlds and landscapes
In and out of time
Feel the dragon’s breath on water
Turn your heart toward mine
I wish I knew
How to pass through
Along the ripples of the wind on the water
To you
To you
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5. |
The Heart
03:35
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The heart is right to cry
When even the smallest drop of light is taken away
The horizon fades to grey
Something that’s missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft
Come walk with me among pools of clear water
And fallen leaves awake on the moss
Something that’s missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft
Come walk with me among pools of clear water
And fallen leaves awake on the moss
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6. |
Leaves of Green
03:19
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Gather branches of evergreen
Circle them together in the crisp air of December
When the nights are long
Pine and spruce and holly
Cedar juniper and ivy
Sage and mistletoe
Spiral of the night
The lonely night
Holy night
Candle flames lighting leaves of green
End to the beginning
The beginning to the end
And we are in between
End to the beginning
The beginning to the end
Seen and unseen
Spiral of the light
The shining light
Holy light
Gather branches of evergreen
Roll them in a spiral
To remember for revival
When you cannot see what you know to be
Spiral of the dark
And of the light
Dark and light
Just this one taste
Leaves of green
Leaves of green
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Sleighbells and turnpike traffic
Windshield wipers, automatic
Here we are
Driving in our car
Planes are taking off from Newark airport to the west of us
Manhattan skyline’s looking down upon the rest of us
The lower deck of the GW’s congested
But the upper deck is moving freely
We’re going home
Where is home?
We’re on the road
And this old Chevrolet is our one horse open sleigh
Over the river and through the woods
Past factories and neighbourhoods
I love this moment where we are not where we’re going
But we’re moving freely
We’re on the road
We’re going home
Where is home?
Where is home?
Where is home?
Sleighbells and turnpike traffic
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Currents Moving Through
05:15
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Falling into green
Rolling into blue
Following the ebb and flow of currents moving through
Riding on the waves that move through me and you
The moon that pulls the tide
The tide that pulls the moon
Sky is falling open
Time is spreading wide
We are speaking languages old as constellations in the sky
Night is falling fast
I’ll meet you in a dream
We will sail our silver lanterns on a stream
Falling into green
Rolling into blue
Following the ebb and flow of currents moving through
Wind that moves the leaves
Leaves that move the wind
Eyes are looking out
And sky is looking in
Time is open wide
Threading through our bones
Matrices that link us together yet
We are all alone
Looking for the face
Wide awake as any stone
Yielding into space that is nearer than any other home
Green and blue, currents moving through
Green and blue, currents moving through
Elements at play
Ornaments of light
Here’s the lullaby of the morning to carry through the night
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Kathie Brown Nova Scotia
Kathie Brown is a pleasantly obscure songwriter living on the South Shore of Nova Scotia.
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