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1968
02:50
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Prometheus
03:16
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WHO YIELDS PROVOCATION ?
WHO YIELDS CRIME?
THE FIRE WAS NEVER MINE TO GIVE
I TOLD THEM THEY WERE WORTH MORE THAN WAGES
I TOLD THEM THE LAND COULD NOT BE OWNED
I SAID YOUR EVALUATIONS DEGRADED EVERYTHING
I POSITED YOU WERE AFRAID
Bound to love and bound to hate
Bound to want and bound to wait
I was not born for your hate
Release me
Now a stranger’s at your gate
Release me
God is a question
You worship an excuse
You turn time into an altar
And make sacraments of abuse
While your ego incartante
Incarcerated yourself
Turning land into wealth
And nature your perpetual slave.
Surely, what you worship is permission:
In the name of the freedom and the safety and the patriotism
Your words are cannon foder
Your sentence – sons, daughters
To relive the violent history you ignorance requires
Be lived again and again
You’re more likely to abuse power than challenge it
You’re more likely to try to control others than your own emotions
during times of such confusion, your hate feels too certain
but these are human problems and they must be met
we’re running out of time , running out of debt
We now interrupt good faith with a Tucker Carlson threat-
Fired from the Tower of Babel, now what’s he after?
I couldn’t trust anyone with that much vindication in his laughter
Desperate for validity, serving pudding cups of white fragility
Instead of selling replacement theory why don’t you try on humility?
Why does it take tragedy to catalyse?
What is this fear that overwhelms you?
Why doesn’t wonder quell your abuse?
This world is a beautiful place, and you have been used.
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Beautiful Place
06:38
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Your Love
05:11
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Looking out at the night you were feeling alright
With the earth at your back, moon and stars above you
Heaven’s art worked on your heart from so far away
And it seemed to say it loved you
So what about the closer
that seem to blur when you focus in?
They want you so bad, they need you so much
it should be straight- But who can you trust with your love?
It was like a sunrise when you opened your eyes
and the night gave way on the day you got that feeling
Someone showed the door you’d never seen before
and you crossed the floor towards the light with your heart reeling
But out on the road it can seem so cold And your lonely heart is looking for an echo You want it so bad,you need it so much
It should be straight, but who can you trust with your love?
I met a man who understands that silence is loud And the toll the noise is taking
You need to step back from the crowd
To take the time to hear your own heart breaking
Opinions hit you like a storm
Now your sails are battered and torn Set adrift from your love
Looking out at the night you were feeling alright
With the earth at your back, moon and stars above you Heaven’s art worked on your heart from so far away
And it seemed to say it loved you
But you had to look back over your shoulder They turned to slat when they saw you there
What could they say about wiser and older?
There is no end to your love?
You cannot run from your love
Nothing compares to your love
Everyone for your love
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Guilty
04:56
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You know I care more about you than your opinion of me
If you believe that , can we call it love?
Cause I don’t want to win, much less watch you lose this battle with yourself
I gave up trying to reconcile our different views
I gave up trying to blame you for my pain
Cause every time you put me on trial, I always lose
So what am I defending anyway?
I’m guilty
Of trying to keep you happy
And I'm guilty of trying to make you stay
I’m guilty for letting you let me down
And I'm guilty of
Calling it love
You know I learned a lot from you, that was long ago
You set the way I saw the world
I stood by that, I stood by you
I didn’t even notice you had gone
I though patience was key
And kindness the door
But your lies are so deep they’re now about me any more
I’m guilty
Of trying to keep you happy
And I'm guilty of trying to make you stay
I’m guilty for letting you let me down
And I'm guilty of
Calling it love
You know I care more about you than your opinion of me
If you believe that, let’s call it love.
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Ravensong
05:54
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All of the light
In the world
Won't stop the night
The bird has its flight
Water its course
Spare us some tears for our remorse
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Born into words
And into machines
The call of the wild
What could it mean
The hum of the crowd
Calling you to the game
Egging you on, drowning out your name
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All alone you might hear it
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Look at this man
What could be do
Look at these hands
Belonging to you.
Speak with your heart
hear the refrain
The call of the wild - the sound of your name
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All alone you might hear it
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To what do you belong
To what do you sing
This life, this raven song
Belongs to everything
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All of the light
In the world
Won't stop the night
The bird has its flight
Water its course
Fill us with tears
Grant us remorse
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All alone we might hear it
I know you can feel it
But will you get near it?
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Wasteland
04:48
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Shadows ahead
Shadows behind
Fear stalks the wasteland
And fear is so unkind
Troubled times
Desperate minds
When hope cannot reach me
I consider what my thoughts of you might teach me.
In your presence, everything seems alright
You’re kind and you are wise
You’re a beacon you’re a light
So don’t back down
Stand your ground
Should I come around begging for mercy
As if your kiss could free me
Like Prometheus unbound
As if my steps beside you occur on hallowed ground
As If your presence makes everything alright
Talk to me of love
Tell me what it is
Beyond definition
And our fickle bliss
I’ll talk to you of shame
What has it ever won?
But comfort to the cowards hiding from the sun
Your presence is the dawn’s early light
Each shadow is a promise
Of the ending night
Night is cold
And the day melts my brain
Until I feel them the same
In this dark, dark night
May your heart find its own light
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Barstow to Fenner
03:15
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How beautiful the accidents of harmony
When voices trust themselves enough to sing
We’re all a little too good at advising
I hope to see the sunrise on that day
When we admit we’re all just improvising
And all the handbooks finally get thrown away
A time will come when we’re not scared of dealing
Of hearts enthralled by opportunity
And love won’t have no walls , no floors, no ceiling
We’ll all be stoned on possibility
But right now
This is something like time that we’re spending
And I don’t think we’re getting our money’s worth
Guilt piled up
Like some debt never ending
The rent is steep
Ain’t it a drag
When the shit starts flying
How we all got to prove that it’s not our own?
Instead of cleaning it up, we’re more concerned with clearing our own names
But ain’t shit shit?
A Time will come of universal healing
All eyes, all hearts , all passions bent on peace
And love won’t have no walls , no floors no ceiling, we’ll all be stoned on possibility
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Go On 4
02:57
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Everything balanced on a nail
Everyone hanigng by a thread,
Being swatted by an unseen hand.
Everyone ready to explode
But you
There’s a quiet to you,
A constant that contrasts all contingency
When something falls, you clear the stones
For the sake of the survivor, you don’t obsess on what was lost
But build the day with care
Everyone mean and prejudiced
But your song is one of comfort
Your strength not to epose another’s flaw
But not to let it own any moment
I see you build a nest
And watch it fall
I see you build another and tend it
I see you sow a crop and watch it fail
I see you sow another
And another
So many in such a hurry
But you aren’t ruled by time
I wonder, is that what makes you so kind?
I leave you and I wonder-
What am I afriad of?
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12. |
The Dolphins
08:58
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Hugh Christopher Brown Ontario
songwriter, organist and pianist, clavinetist, what-is- necessaryist, to translate loveist, HCB makes music on Wolfe Island, in New York City and many other places. Founder of the pros and cons program producing music in prisons.
Hugh Christopher Brown recommends:
Geronimo
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A masterpiece by this incredibly gifted Irish bard
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