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Forget the Great Heart
03:17
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Every heart has turned to fire
Every star has met it's horizon
Now it's safe to open your eyes
Come and tell me where you been.
I've been lost in the last great sea
I've been doused at the river bank
When you run so long from the great red star,
The Great Heart drifts away.
Every man has lost his heart
And every heart is in your hand
I will paint a picture for you
Ask me all the questions you have.
Will I see when the sea turns to city?
Will I know when the river runs black?
Will the Great Red Star shine a light around here?
Will the Great Heart ever come back?
Forget the Great Heart you've known
and wash away your bone-white skin.
Left alone to pump your blood
It's a fine thing to feel again.
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Red Star Blues
03:25
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3. |
Bibi Andersson
03:27
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Pull out my hair for love
and keep it on the oaken floor.
Step on the glass and keep down your voice
And I will say nothin' no more.
I cover my face for some,
but you don't see no one but me.
You kiss all my cuts, and raise up your cup
While I steal the things I need.
So cover your oaken eyes
and think of me in black and white
Out on the sand with blood on my hands
Everything is goin' just fine.
Pull out my hair for love
and keep it on the oaken floor.
Step on the glass and keep down your voice
And I will say nothin' no more.
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Little Grey Finch
02:42
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Red on the Vine
04:27
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Red on the vine so bright, deep in the winter light, under the low and icy sun.
You will not hear my song, you will not know my name, but red on the vine I pray for you.
They say a man who wants isn't a man who loves - Deep in my heart I know they're wrong. 'Cause I have wanted truth, and I have wanted you, and I'm a man who's known much love.
Buildings of fine black glass under the city night make me feel old beyond my years, so I will strike them down, so I will build anew, then on the vine I'll wait for you.
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Dream of the Draft Horse
02:13
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Slow as Snow
03:36
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Through the dust you could just see the words coming down.
They looked like stars, they looked like angels, falling down slow as snow.
All of my prayers they were answered, all of my cares had come and gone.
I watched my words fall like dancers and let night come slow as snow.
In the morning when I was awoken, I could not see the pale red sky.
They fell all night, they fell in bunches, and buried me here slow as snow.
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8. |
Fare Thee Well
04:43
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Zeb Gould New York, New York
Since moving to NYC from Indiana in 2003, Zeb Gould has released several critically-acclaimed albums both under his own name, as well as under the monikers of Bowery Boy Blue and Swojens. His earlier works fall under the genre of acoustic guitar instrumental (In the vein of John Fahey), while his later output, falls within the realm of indie folk singer/songwriter (akin to Will Oldham, etc.) ... more
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