1. |
Our Boats Are Small
05:12
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2. |
Skeleton Bone
02:31
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It's a hot, hot heat movin' on through
but the fire in ya core ain't burnin' you
you got a red, red heart pumpin' yo chest
blood to the extremes n'back to yo breast
so tell me,
what makes you dead inside, deaf inside?
what makes your eyes wide open eyes?
what makes you come alive, come alive?!
What makes you move?
What makes you move?
What makes you moo-oo-oove?
It's a tall, tall day movin' on night
walkin' air for hands and feet, water n'light
you got all, all looks wearin' yo skin
rockin' wiley, slyly wise and ya knowin' grin
so tell me,
what makes you dead inside, deaf inside?
what makes your eyes wide open eyes?
what makes you come alive, come alive?!
What makes you move?
What makes you move?
What makes you moo-oo-oove?
Ska-bi-dee be-bop, be-dee-bah, be-dah! yo!
skabitty-bopitty-be-bah,be-dobitty bopitty-bah! ha!
yabitty-doo-betty do-boop, be-doo-goop, she saw! hey!
yo betty, go betty! goo boop! yaw bitty, yo, betty, grow!
so tell me,
Yo Foxy, where ya been, where ya been?
Hey, Maker, where ya been, what ya done?
Sup, Joker? Why ya gone, why ya gone?
Hullow yr majesty
Oh, tell me,
what makes you dead inside, deaf inside?
what makes your eyes wide open eyes?
what makes you come alive, come alive?!
What makes you move?
What makes you move?
What makes you moo-oo-oove?
What makes you move? What makes you move!
What makes you dance? What makes you dance!
What makes you groove? What makes you groove!
How do you
Make! your
Secret!
Plans!
(Again!)
What makes you move? What makes you move!
What makes you dance? What makes you dance!
What makes you groove? What makes you groove!
How do you
Make! your
Secret!
Plans!
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3. |
It Depends On Us
04:55
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Once you tole' me 'bout the rising seas
once you tole' me 'bout the moon above
once you tole' me 'bout the southern pine trees
once you tole' me that these roots can grow love
we could crash and burn
I'm still hopin that the tide will turn
Just thought you might wanna know
that it's possible
It's not inevitable
but it's possible
I wanna be stronger
I wanna run faster
I wanna be kinder
I wanna last longer
I wanna fill our lives with serious laughter
I wanna be kinder
we could crash and burn
I'm still hopin that the tide will turn
We could simply learn how to let love grow oh, oh
Just thought you might wanna know
this is possible
it's not inevitable
but this is possible
you might wanna know
and this is possible
it's not inevitable
oh we could make this probable
Once you tole me bout the rising seas
Once you tole me bout the moon above
once you tole me bout the loblolly trees
once you tole me that these roots can grow love
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4. |
Poema de un Sueño
01:36
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Ahora yo tengo un sueño del amado
Un Sueño mas dulce tán lo que he imaginado
yo ahorita sea una muñeca y ahora un hueso de pie
hay floraciones en cada célula de la piel
y cada célula esta lista para brillar en tu cara
allí, pero más cerca tán la corazón
allá, pero más cerca tán la respiración
ahi, en la brisa dulce de tu boca
aquí, con el cuna de los brazos del cariño
alrededor puede oír las llamadas de los pajaritos rojos
me están llamando y cantando
espero que tu sepas y existas en la vida real y vivante
yo haría ser tuyo porque también quiero eso en nuestro mundo
azul, pero más profundo tán el cielo
marrón, pero más oscuro tán madera dura
violeta, pero más poderosa tán un reino de un rey
y dulce, más tán una rosa después de la lluvia
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5. |
Honeycomb Home
07:52
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I thought I heard your voice,
I knew I heard your tone
and so I asked, who's singing, who's sung?
Then I saw how my words, they stung
Don't get me wrong.
Don't get me wrong!
I was looking to break the ice,
well, you'd been melting it all along
Well if it takes sixty-four years
to melt the ice around this heart
I pray we're both around to feel
the heat from the flame you sparked
you've kindled a fire
do I inspire you, too?
I know you'd go there if that's where I am
please know I will walk there with you
Oh that I had wings like a dove
I would fly away and rest
I'd find shelter in you away from the storm
and together we'd build a nest
show me how to build a fire
show me how to heal a bone
show me how to hold desire until
we build a honeycomb home
well I been waiting, feels like seventy years
for the ice round this heart to melt
either I heard your voice, or I never did hear
I'll insist that was you I felt
I love what you do to me
I love everything that you do
G-d bless the living you
I love you
when will we do this right?
doubtless, tonight carry a song in your heart darling
and be prepared for our song to be bright,
love, be firm, for our song will be light
we sang so sweetly now
these many years ago
these were the moments I was satisfied
when we were singing soft and low
in an instant, trembling heartbeat oh
we were quavering gently and slow
Oh that I had wings like a dove
I would fly away and rest
I'd find shelter with you
away from the storm
and together we'd build a nest
I love what you do to me
I love everything you do
G-d bless the living you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
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6. |
Thou Art My Love
04:48
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Thou art my love
and thou art the peace of sundown
when the blue shadows soothe and the grasses and the leaves sleep to the song of the little brooks
woe is me!
Thou art my love
and thou art a storm that breaks black in the sky and sweeping headlong drenches and cowers each tree and at the panting end there is no sound save for the melancholy cry of a single owl
woe is me!
thou art my love
and thou art a wary violet
drooping from sun caresses, answering mine carelessly
woe is me
thou art my love
and thou art the ashes of other men's love
and I bury my face in these ashes and I love them
woe is me.
thou art my love
and thou art a temple and in this temple is an altar and on this altar is my heart
woe is me.
ah, g-d, the way your little finger moved as you thrust a bare arm backward
and made play with your hair, and a comb, a silly gilt comb
ah, g-d, that I should suffer so much because of the way a little finger moved
Thou art my love
and thou art death - aye, thou art death!
black and yet black!
but I love thee!
I love thee!
woah, woah, woah
welcome woe to me.
woe is me!
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Ellen Morey Elkhart, Indiana
Ellen Morey's acoustic freak folk has a unique blend of bright down-home lyricism with dark bluesy undertones of youthful hope and fury, like a good micro-brew. Ellen is currently learning how to grow gardens in Elkhart, Indiana. She sees writing music as an organic process, from the roots up, and loves entertaining folks of all walks of life. ... more
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