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Prelude
03:06
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In Solitude of Airports
06:13
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In solitude of airports, I breathe again
I am, I am a blessed woman
Of the lies which are believed by the liars and nobody else
You’ll be too late, you’ll be too late my friend
I’m wading through the wreckage of all the stones left unturned
There’s a moment, there’s a moment in my mind
When all the past endeavors, and future dreams still unlearned
Come together, come together in my light
In solitude of airports, I breathe again
I am, I am a blessed woman
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3. |
Shoes in the Sand
04:36
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You paint what you remember, and dance with what you saw
And soar above the rooftops, and wave to nature’s law
To others this is madness, to you I simply say
You are way out on the water, sailing away
Your body’s full of cancer, corn liquor and Thorazine
Your heart is full of memories from some enchanted dream
One day you’re truly crazy, one day you’re clear as day
And you are way out on the water, sailing away
Sometimes you don’t know me
Sometimes you’re good as dead/
Please remember our last moment
Remember what was said
The universe expands, and holds you in its hands, in its hands
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4. |
Samurai
04:53
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Love of a dream allows you, skill of the soul endows you
Samurai stare, swords in the air
Were it up to me, I’d make it clear
Not allowed to fear
Watch you take the form unto your frame
Samurai to your name
Love of a dream allows you, skill of the soul endows you
Samurai stare, swords in the air
You become the force, you dance the dance
Draw future to chance
Shape the stratosphere, and if you dare
Ever watch, everywhere
Voice of my dream is sounding, shape of my scheme is rounding
Samurai stare, swords in the air
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5. |
L’Eternité
03:57
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Manuscrit inconnu.
Reproduit d'après l'édition originale de la Saison (1873).
Elle est retrouvée
!
Quoi ? l'éternité.
C'est la mer mêlée
Au soleil.
Mon âme éternelle,
Observe ton vœu
Malgré la nuit seule
Et le jour en feu.
Donc tu te dégages
Des humains suffrages,
Des communs élans !
Tu voles selon...
— Jamais l'espérance.
Pas d'orietur.
Science et patience,
Le supplice est sûr.
Plus de lendemain,
Braises de satin,
Votre ardeur
Est le devoir.
Elle est retrouvée !
— Quoi ? — l'Éternité.
C'est la mer mêlée
Au soleil.
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6. |
Talking to the Radio
03:49
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I wanna hear Ray Charles sing Seven Spanish Angels
I’m gonna stay up all night til I do
I’ve got my court date tomorrow
Section four, part two
They say I ain’t got a chance in hell on the street
Lying here in the hallway, tangled in a sheet
With you on my mind
I’m fine
I wanna hear Ray Charles sing Seven Spanish Angel
I’ve called every goddam station in town
I got to hold on til morning
Morning meds come around
They say I ain’t got a chance in hell on the street
Lying here in the hallway, tangled in a sheet
With you on my mind
I’m fine
I love you
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Evening Star
04:45
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You were born yesterday, and you’re a million years old
You had a story once, but it’s never been told
You are standing in the limelight and you’re shaking in the cold
Evening star
You have always had an answer when I never had a clue
You’re blowing in the wind, now I’m curled up next to you
It’s hard to comprehend what is happening to you
Evening star
You could die and never tell me just exactly how you feel
I think I knew you once, now I wonder was it real
I remember when you showed me in an instant we can heal
You showed me
Quiet
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Dreamtime
03:44
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In dreamtime, yours is mine
In dreamtime, I thee thine
In dreamtime, rich is poor
In dreamtime, less is more
I’ll see you in the dreamtime
In dreamtime, you are me
In dreamtime, and I’m a tree
In dreamtime, a wave’s a shore
In dreamtime, nothing more
I’ll see you in the dreamtime
I’ll see you, I’ll feel you, I’ll be you, I am you
I’ll see you
See you in the dreamtime
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Anne Watts, Charles Emmett Freeman Baltimore, Maryland
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