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Homeside
05:37
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The cows in my colorbook munched weedless pastures
near big white barns that had silos
The children always smiled at their smiling friends
in clean white clothes.
The mothers never yelled and fathers had belts
that never whipped.
The grass was clean and hid no snakes or glass
or rusty tin.
And no one was ever lonesome
at all.
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I’m a woman
I love my man
And I love to walk beside him
Hand in hand
The good and bad may come our way
We’ll take our changes day to day
Oh yeah
We’re walking in the light of the Lord
I’m a man
I love my woman
And I love to walk beside her
Hand in hand
She lifts her head in the morning time
And she lays it down right next to mine
Oh yeah
We walk in the light of the Lord
I’m a woman
I love my man
And I love to walk beside him
Hand in hand
I love to listen when he sings me a song
And if I know the word I sing along
Oh yeah
We’re walking in the light of the Lord
I’m a man
I love my woman
And I love to walk beside her
Hand in hand
I’m gonna love her til the day I die
Because she lets me dip into that honey pie
Oh yeah
We walk in the light of the Lord
Just walking
Just walking, yeah, yeah, yeah
(He: And I love to walk beside her hand in hand)
(She: We’ll walk, we’ll walk, we’ll walk in the light of the Lord)
The good and bad may come our way
We’ll take our changes day to day
Oh yeah
We’re walking in the light of the Lord
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3. |
OctoberSong
00:38
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Winter’s coming on again
The hunting season’s on again
The bars are packed with warming smiles
In place of summer cool.
These days a lover’s like a Christmas tree:
You take him in in spite of flaws
Turn the sparse side toward the wall
Throw extra tinsel here and there
And hope he lasts until you’re set to throw him out.
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4. |
Plastered in Paris
01:26
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Got a new language and I’m doing fine,
Got a new heart she’s pumping nothing but wine,
I’m bald and I’m hairy, baby at the same time
I’m singing everybody’s theme song but the words are all mine.
Moon over Paris got a hold on me,
Might even prepare us for a patisserie,
I gotta go now ‘cuz it’s half past three,
I’ll leave a message with the lady as to where I might be.
Plastered in Paris
Plastered in Paris
Faster than a Ferris wheel,
I go round and around and
What could be better than
Getting a letter from home?
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5. |
Doves Are White
01:53
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Doves are white
Pigeons grey
What a sad day.
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6. |
Cows in My Colorbook
03:57
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The cows in my colorbook munched weedless pastures
near big white barns that had silos
The children always smiled at their smiling friends
in clean white clothes.
The mothers never yelled and fathers had belts
that never whipped.
The grass was clean and hid no snakes or glass
or rusty tin.
And no one was ever lonesome
at all.
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Hush. Yes. Hush.
Sshh.
We ae silence.
We are feeling not said, just felt.
Feel. Do. Create.
Leave words for Adam to bless us with.
We are God
In a universe two souls wide
That grows as we grow closer.
Grow closer. Creation’s just begun.
Grow closer, and
I no longer am, and
You are no longer, but
We are / were / will be
Closer.
Grow closer,
Grow
Closer,
Grow
Closer
Close, close, yes
Closer
Yes
Close
Yes
Yes.
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8. |
No. 5 in the Book
04:38
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Your body is my dying place.
I stretch against you undefended, part to counterpart,
and let your lips dissolve the taste of lonely.
But briefly this side of oblivion I balk at losing me in you.
Your smoothness and your warmth surround me and hold me hostage and I struggle in your grip until I moan for mercy from the pleasure
(forgetting pleasure is our mercy).
My nerve ends jump in terror from the torture of your
lips until they and I are caught up in your joy
and give ourselves to death in one, long, grateful
oh...
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9. |
RIT Yellow
09:48
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The RIT yellow of the sun
The RIT yellow of the sun
The RIT yellow of the sun
Splashes across the arena.
Soaking up the bullfight
Soaking up the bullfight
Soaking up the bullfight
An animated travel poster.
The bull fighting for room to die
From an unclean kill.
The crowd displeased
The matador swearing blue satin.
But the bull
But the bull
But the bull
Had found a way to die a week ago.
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10. |
Lady of Night
03:22
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Lay me down right, lady of night.
Down me up right, lady of night.
Phantom afoul, a foot on the prowl.
There’ll be laughter all night, oh lady of night.
Lay me down my life will be over, over.
Long before my time is through.
Lay me down my life will be over, over.
Long before the payment’s due.
La me down my life will be over, over.
Long before the night is through.
And I’ll stop my crying if you’ll listen.
Lay me down right, lady of night.
I’m a beggar in white, lady of night.
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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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