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08/17/2010 |
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2. | Knowledge of Good and Evil |
3. | Really Very Small |
4. | Chacarera |
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7. | As a Sprout |
8. | What a Friend |
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10. | Inútil paisagem |
11. | Short and Sweet |
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Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath;
And the want
of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
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Knowledge of Good and Evil |
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Love me, love me
Love me say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one chorus
Satisfy this hungriness
For we're creatures of the wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
When you kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You cling to me
All things to me
Don't you know like life itself
Like a leaf clings to a tree
So my darling cling to me
Let my love flow through you
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind
As the wind
Wilder than the wind my love is
Wild as the wind
Let my heart love you oh
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind
Wild creature of the wind
Love me wild again
The wind
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Mother of the Spring
Her branches cradle slipping,
Buds, yawning open,
Welcome by an aging man.
He greets them fondly
With memories of when
Her bows were arms that held him as a younger man.
Together, they would marvel at
The birth of Springtime.
Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where they used to go walking.
And he tells Her about the summer and the autumn,
The winter in his heart,
And their Apple blossoms.
In summer they would dream
Of being three and smile,
Imagining how round,
As the apples on the ground.
That fall, they loved and waited.
But winter came too soon
Before their seed could bloom.
She wilted from the chill.
And all felt cold and still.
Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where they use to go walking.
And he tells Her about the summer and the autumn,
The winter in his heart,
And their Apple blossoms.
As he opened the earth to receive her
he prayed heaven would be waiting to meet her.
He kisses her cold cheek goodbye,
But he couldn't surrender the hope they had sired"
So in her fallen hands he placed a seed from their favorite tree----
And he laid her to rest beneath the blanket of white
Til they'd meet again in the springtime.
Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms,
Every year where they used to go walking.
Walking:
And from above she's always watching
But her body lies beneath the apple blossoms.
Apple blossoms.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Blossom.
Mother of the Spring
her branches cradle slipping buds
Slowly, [they] unopen.
'Welcome, by an aging man'
He greets them fondly.
Fondly---- her branches cradle slipping buds
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Once autumn's glow
Has gone away
And gray cotton clouds
Blanket drowsy days
You're the winter sun
Once fallen leaves
Have lost their crunch
And turn to confetti
Brown and orange
I know soon
You'll come tame the whip of the wind
And bathe the naked branches with warmth and light
When tired bones tremble
From the cold
One kiss of your warmth
Heals the soul
Shine winter sun
Make this cold heart whole
Once autumn's glow
Has gone away
And grey cotton clouds
Blanket drowsy days
I know soon you'll
Come tame the whip of the wind
And bathe my naked branches with warmth and light
You're the winter sun
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