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America, A Prophesy
07:09
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America faints. Enraged the Zenith grew. And in the red clouds of blood
rose a Wonder
Over the-Atlantic sea.
The morning comes, the night decays, The watchmen leave their stations Let the slave grinding at the mill
Run out into the field.
Reviving shake, inspiring move Breathing, awakening
Spring like redeemed captives
When their bonds-and bars are burst.
CHORUS:
Let’s look up into the heavens And laugh in the bright air Our chains are loose,
Our dungeon doors are open.
The Sun has left his blackness And has found a fresher morning the fair Moon rejoices
In the clear and cloudless night.
Oh, lover of wild rebellion
And transgressor of the law
All that lives is holy (everything) (for) life delights in life.
CHORUS:
Let’s look up into the heavens And laugh in the bright air Our chains are loose,
Our dungeon doors are open.
CODA: For Empire is no more,
now the Lion and Wolf shall cease.
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I taste a liquor never brewed – From Tankards scooped in Pearl – Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I
And Debauchee of Dew –
Reeling – thro’ endless summer days – From inns of molten Blue –
When ‘Landlords’ turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove’s door –
When Butterflies – renounce their ‘drams’ – I shall but drink the more!
CHORUS:
Reeling through endless summer days Leaning aginst the Sun!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – And Saints – to windows run –
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!
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3. |
'Til I can rest Again
06:49
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I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.
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4. |
Four Doors
06:51
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The first door is the only door.
The door is between what is and what is not. Mother, the door is between your legs. Father, the door is between your ears.
I go through it and I die.
I go through it and I am born.
The second door appears out of the blue. It is the clear and cloudless sky.
I see a mirror that reflects nothing.
God is seeing me seeing God.
I walk through the mirror as slowly as I can, Savoring myself disappear.
The third door is at the bottom of the ocean. I throw myself into the waves.
I dive into the cool, dark depths.
I run out of air, but must go deeper.
To find the door, I drown, I grow gills. I return to the first cell.
The fourth door is at a crossroads.
It is the way of the cross.
I look back to where I've been.
I remember and vow not to forget.
I cross the threshold and all is forgotten. I know the pain of learning again.
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5. |
Cloud Call
06:50
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We disappear very well
The bee in the cactus flower
the gazelle fleeing over the plains, the tortoise into its shell.
It disappears all too soon rain in the sandy dune, Wells run dry
The rice is planted
pray for the coming monsoon
Coyotes howl
the moon turns copper
over cliffs receding in the dark The western diamondback devours its prey
the arrow finds its mark
A flock of ravens descends to roost the hawk rests on a cactus spine aloft a hummingbird drinks nectar from the desert columbine.
Call the clouds overhead to feed the riverbed
may it rain soon
with banks overflowing thanks be to the monsoon.
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Hurricane
06:17
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Sleep at noon. Window blind
rattle and bang. Pay no mind.
Door go jump like somebody coming:
let him come. Tin roof drumming:
drum away — she's drummed before.
Blinds blow loose: unlatch the door.
Look up sky through the manchineel:
black show through like a
hole in your heel.
Look down shore at the old canoe:
rag-a-tag sea turn white, turn blue,
kick up dust in the lee of the reef,
wallop around like a loblolly leaf.
Let her wallop — who's afraid?
Gale from the north-east:
just the Trade . . .
And that's when you hear it: far and high
sea-birds screaming down the sky
CHORUS:
high and far like screaming leaves;
tree-branch slams across the eaves;
rain like pebbles on the ground . . .
and the sea turns white
and the wind goes round
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7. |
Gate Of Love
07:57
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I will come, I’ll come, I will,
I will greet the sun again
I will come, I’ll come, I will,
I will greet the earth again.
I will come, I’ll come, I will. and the gate will be all love. I will come, I’ll come, I will I’ll greet them all once more
I’ll greet the sun once more - that stream running in me
those clouds unfurling my thoughts, pangs of the growing poplar grove through seasons of drought.
crows flying with me
offering the scent
of their fields at night
my mother who showed me my old age in the mirror where she lived
and the earth,
swollen with greening seeds,
lusting to make me again —
I’ll greet them all.
I will come. I’ll come. I will,
my hair trailing in underground scents my eyes heavy variations of darkness herbs in my hands culled
in those woods beyond the wall
I will come. I’ll come. I will. and the gate will be all love and those who love
and that girl waiting there still in the gate of love -
I’ll greet them all once more.
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8. |
Eight Miles High
07:32
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Eight miles high,
and when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known. Signs in the street,
that say where you’re going
Are somewhere just being their own.
Nowhere is there warmth to be found Among those afraid of losing their ground Rain gray town, known for its sound
In places, small faces unbound
Round the squares, huddled in storms Some laughing,
some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines Some living, some standing alone
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