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Crystal Cave
02:55
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Crawling through the crystal cave
Long gone, light of the day
Don’t be afraid
There might be rain but I am here with you
Leaving the world in the dead of night
My body grows long
The passage is tight
It’s a secret place in the green belt.
Enter as one, leave as something else.
Don’t be afraid
There might be rain but I am here with you
No turning back.
Who’s to say we’ll get out alive
Silvery rock and dying headlights
Don’t be afraid
There might be rain but I am here with you
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New New San Antonio Rose
03:44
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Deep within my heart
Lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live
With a memory
Beneath the stars
Moon in all your splendor
Knows only my heart
Bring back my rose
Rose of San Antone!
Lips so sweet and tender
Like petals fallin apart
Speak once again my own
Broken song
Empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
(And the fall of the empire!)
And rose my rose of San Antone
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The Cloud and The Snail
03:52
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Does the cloud even see the snail?
Crushed on the driveway
The sadness is in the sound of
Having to go that way
Does the earth feel the weight of me?
The burden of my two feet?
The weight of my sorrow?
Better tomorrow…
Nothing is special
Nothing is new
I’m riding horses through the drive thru
Is it all wasted time?
To ride for the feeling?
Being young and running around?
Not really trying
Lost in the current
Found on the internet
I wish it was memorable
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I woke up confused like, what has happened to all my free time?
I did a lot of things ceaselessly, endlessly.
I made a habit of keeping up and looking cool.
I didn’t come here to improve the situation, to solve things, to fix things, to share what’s on my mind, only to celebrate my
To absorb and empty out
Feel free
Bridle my pony without cruelty lead her back to the path when she has strayed, hold her head as we walk, feel her heaving sides, her strength her gait
Wonder and wander be untethered with our only connection to our senses and each other even if the path we ride is an endless circle let us trust
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Angels smoke cigarettes,
Drive Subarus,
Have no regrets,
Grow hollyhocks,
Bless Saturdays,
Have their reasons to leave LA.
Life in the mountains has its ups and downs
I’ll hold your hand no matter what and you can hold my hand no matter what
Many arms bright and starry
Are holding me always
Finding home in my longing
I’m a tree I don’t count my own rings
And the queso volcano does what it wants
You hold my hands no matter what and ill hold your hands no matter what
Pecan trees make spiral shapes
All over us on that day
I called to you and you came to me
Peering up through Barton springs
It’s such a gift to our city
And you are a gift to me
I’ll hold your hands no matter what and you can hold my hands no matter what
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The sun rises over the sea
Tankers on the horizon
Dolphins racing the ferry
out to mustang island.
Mosquitos bite through my shirt
The dunes are scrubby and white
Bioluminescent at night
Out at mustang island
The waves are bath water warm
The surf is lazy and free
It’s the place that I wanna be
Out at mustang island
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The Gate
02:28
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I built a a gate for my grief to go freely,
I’m not meant to contain wild horses.
I see them run and I feel their hot breath, alive.
I can’t pen them in and I can’t let them go.
Oh to be among their warm bodies,
I cry every day drawing from the infinite well of tears.
I see them run and I feel their hot breath, alive.
I can’t pen them in and I can’t let them go.
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Murmuration
04:44
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The Great Divide
03:04
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I've been walkin' in my sleep
Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep
Where the years went I can't say
I just turned around and they've gone away
And I've been siftin' through the layers
Of dusty books and faded papers
They tell a story I used to know
It was one that happened so long ago
It's gone away in yesterday
And I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction
Across the great divide
Well I heard the owl calling
Softly as the night was falling
With a question and I replied
But he's gone across the borderline
He's gone away in yesterday
And I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction
Across the great divide
The finest hour that I have seen
Is the one that comes between
The edge of night and the break of day
When the darkness rolls away
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The Golden Hour
02:42
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Walk with me in the golden hour
We can hold each others hands
It’s the golden hour
I don’t believe it’s over yet
It’s the golden hour
Flowing like the ocean in the golden hour
Feel the crazy wisdom of the golden hour
Tell someone you love them it’s the golden hour
And my black dogs running in the golden hour
And the answers begging questions
Of the golden hour
Twinkling in my heart light in the golden hour
Ghosts and meditations
It’s the golden hour
And I’m watching for the second arrow in the golden hour
And the ever loving mystery
Of the golden hour
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