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Womanbud Deborah
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Womanbud, Deborah, gentle growing thing,
Do you ask for answers and seek yourself in visions?
What you seek is given,
What you ask for has been taken,
You long to know if you are perhaps a poet,
If you are perhaps a prophet.
But you are beautiful and someday you will know;
Confusion is a rich soil from which to spring.
Only listen to nothing except that which speaks to you in the night.
Not even this.
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Great Wall of China
04:49
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Where the great wall of China meets the ground,
A man can stand and know mountain beyond
And brick beside and, ignorant of how it cause or when,
Can recognize the hand of brother man.
Where the great wall of China meets the ground,
A man can stand and know mountain beyond
And even this mountain is walked by shepherds and yeti.
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I’d like to live in sunshine
Beside tall and rocky mountains
Where the air is clean and biting
And smells of strength and pine trees.
I would like to know forever
The feel of freezing free streams,
To know the strong true seasons
Where snow is hard and sun is close forever.
And I’d like to see the green below
Up here where I can feel and sing
As deep and loud or soft and low
Where I can run and laugh and cry
Among the clouds that always fly
In storms or in clear weather
For there is where I’d take my love
So it could be completely fine forever.
I’d share my love of brightness
And my heart among the rocks and pines
I’d sing for him a love song
Of life and all its splendor.
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Now Is Made in America
04:28
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Now is made in America, imported from Japan.
Vaccinated, sanitized, Good Housekeeping approved.
Streamline, Brooks Brothers Madonna.
With lifelike bendable legs
And a detachable halo.
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The Crimson Uniform
01:25
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The Crimson Uniform, the one that keeps you warm
If can’t compare to the one you wore in the war.
You left reluctantly. You know most certainly
You can’t depend in the end on where you will be.
You won’t remember this, the hate and loneliness.
You died without ever knowing what it was about.
I now await the day when they take me away.
I can’t believe you can give but never receive.
How can we wile away, wile precious time away.
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Poughkeepsie
01:55
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Don’t want to go Poughkeepsie, New York
Don’t want to go Poughkeepsie, New York
I’ve been there once before
I never want to see it again
They paid my fare Poughkeepsie, New York
They paid my fare Poughkeepsie, New York
Showed me Holiday Inn
I paid my own fare back again
I’m not your man, Poughkeepsie, New York
I’m not your man.
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Smelling Like A Rose
02:30
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Several times this morning i fell out of bed
Must be something someone did or someone said
I don’t know exactly what to do about the
Things that happened yesterday
‘Cause I’ve been feeling so sorry for you.
If I’d told you not to do the thing you did
You’d have thought I wanted you for me instead
Now the whole world knows exactly what’s gone on,
Now don’t be said, don’t let me down,
Survival of the fittest will prevail.
A few of us it always seems will end up feeling better
Some good will come from learning how the other half survives.
If you’re smart take my advice and no one will be wiser
Relationships will melt away, I’m certain you’ll emerge
Smelling like a rose.
Situations worsen if they take too long
Extricate yourself and you’ll do something wrong
Crying can’t control a life uncluttered by
Dependence on normality
It’s usually later than you think.
Bad choice in companions may entangle you
Care must be applied to find out who’s the fool
Then I’m sure you’ll implement the promises
You make when you think you’re in love
Don’t miss the forest through the trees.
A few of us it always seems will end up feeling better
Some good will come from learning how the other half survives.
If you’re smart take my advice and no one will be wiser
Relationships will melt away, I’m certain you’ll emerge
Smelling like a rose.
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Victoria Falls
00:47
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Emperors waltz as Victoria Falls
Bosporous shouldn’t when Ovaltine can
I saw Victoria smile
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Jack of Hearts
01:22
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The Jack of Hearts resigned today
Without a word he went away
To lose himself in solitaire
Broke rank to find a little way
To get a little air.
All around, reactions mixed;
Indeed, some were inclined to say
The whole report did strangely sound
Like still another of his tricks
And some did clearly seem to feel
’Twas no big deal.
They all, of course, desired to find
Just what it was that messed his mind
And caused his paint to peel
Destroyed his will to spring, to kill,
To passionately jump to trump
And overtrick to steal.
But how could he, their heir apparent,
Destined by the Ace in Heaven
To be the one to lead his suit
Have ended up so very errant?
We’ll put him in an institute
And hire an eleven.
The Jack of Hearts resigned today
Without a word he went away
To lose himself in solitaire
Broke rank to find a little way
To get a little air.
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O Mistress Mine
02:09
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O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear your true love’s coming
That can sing both high and low
Trip no further pretty sweeting
Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting
Every wise men’s son doth know
Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting
Every wise men’s son doth know
What is love is not hereafter
Present mirth makes present laughter
What’s to come is still unsure
In delay there lies no pleny
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
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Cap and Bell
03:20
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The Queen was loved by a jester,
And once, when the owls grew still,
He made his soul go upward
And stand on her window sill.
In a long and straight blue garment
It talked, ere the moon grew white.
It had grown most wise with thinking
On a foot-fall hushed and light.
But the young Queen would not listen,
She rose in her pale night-gown.
She drew in the brightening casement,
She snicked the brass bolts down.
He bade his heart go to her,
When the bats cried out no more.
In a garment red and quivering,
It sang to her through the door.
The tongue of it sweet with dreaming,
On a flutter of flower-like hair.
But she took her fan from the table,
And waved it out on the air.
“I’ve cap and bells” he pondered,
“I will send them to her and die.”
And as soon as the morn had whitened,
He left them where she went by.
She took them into her bosom,
In her heart she found a tune.
Her red lips sang them a love-song,
The night smelled rich with June.
She opened her door and her window,
The heart and the soul came through.
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
They set up a noise like crickets,
And a chattering wise and sweet.
Ans her hair was a folded flower,
And the quiet of love in her feet.
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Walk In, Walk Out
03:32
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Walk in, walk out
There are no doors in my life
No doors to stop the wind walk
In through my last memory
Walk in, walk out
Forget and be forgotten.
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THESE ECHOES
These echoes in my head
Of whippoorwills and cougars on the mountains,
These echoes in my head
Of whippoorwills and cougars on the mountains,
Keening through the green and growing nighttime April silence.
These echoes of the stillness filled with lightning bugs
Of sulking rainy summers,
Of harmonicas and bird dogs howling,
Hailstorms and whirlwinds and mournful hallelujahs.
These echoes are my memory,
The tape on which my life must be recorded.
MY GRANDMA ROCKS
My grandma rocks in twilight, twilight,
Dusty dusky rocker rocking.
My grandma’s face is wrinkled, wrinkled,
Strain of age and impotence.
And when the motion is no comfort, she stops.
We wrecked her husband’s house,
To build my mother’s home.
And grandma poked among the wreckage,
Carrying memories away in her apron.
Wondering if the new house had a room for her,
And yes, it did.
A nice big box of sterile sunlight,
In which at night the whippoorwills sound strange.
In which by day her rocking chair,
Her portrait of her husband
With his death certificate enclosed.
Her sewing machine, whose pedal was my first toy,
All seem not out of place, but superfluous,
As if the room expected other guests.
My grandma rocks in twilight, twilight,
Dusty dusky rocker rocking.
My grandma’s face is wrinkled, wrinkled,
Strain of age and impotence.
And when the motion is no comfort, she stops.
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14. |
St. Ives
03:05
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A woman with a hunk of wool
Two penguins
A man with a drum
Has anyone been to St. Ives?
Has anyone been to St. Ives?
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Mormos Paris, France
In the 70s, a US group, led by James Cuomo, moved from Champaign, Illinois, to Paris, France; made 4 recordings with CBS- France; & performed in France, Switzerland, Belgium & Holland; an original brand of music now known as “psychedelic folk". These are the highest quality re-masters available, including Live never-released material. STAY TUNED FOR MORE!! ... more
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JIm Cuomo was also the leader of Mormos in the 70s, so now you get to hear Jim from two centuries! Jim was a talented soloist and composer, very unique and original.
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