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hummingbird
02:13
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prophet of the sound
03:36
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take a bus ride to the sound tonight
tell your mother you have seen the light
tell your father you are wise enough
you have risen from the holy mud
take my right hand with a falling gaze
take my body to a resting place
tell the prophets i have met my lord
seen the face and bled for my reward
you can count on me when the sky is quiet
when the man above isn’t home for a while
i’ll be there when the angels hide
when their words run out i will prophesize
30 miles out into the salty salish sea
you will find your calling buried 10 to 20 layers deep
with every shovel full of mud and water you will sink
you will find another chain around your ankle in the drink
trust me my son
trust me my son
well 90 miles out into the dusty red and brown
you will find a book of ancient tongues just seven layers down
with every shovel full of sand your body will cry out
and i’ll remind you of the deep blue water you had cursed about
trust me my son
trust me my son
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albatross
03:18
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annie mae is having visions of a great black snake
within the valley gives its warm embrace
and kiss the smokin’ ridgeline
albatross, who has sent you here to haunt this rock
are you the father sent to judge and mock
have you a line to offer
oh my daughter
leave the light on dim and purple
you can never go back now
six years more, is what you wasted down in valley forge
stripping bottles you have yet to pour
but your eyes are nice and blue
lemonade, in the arizona mountain range
carrying a dog in burning pain
is this the land you’re meant for
oh my daughter
leave the light on dim and purple
you can never go back now
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blood mountain
02:40
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there’s blood on the mountain
i’ve eaten my share
i can’t look down
there’s snow in your hair
your friends have told you
they’ll buy up your bones
you just have to ask
to pay what you owe
beautiful things
on a roadside
creations of god
don’t seem to mind
maybe they’re in on
the purpose and plan
sold them the goods
watched as they ran
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yakima two-step
01:33
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what i'm missing
02:52
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lightning bolts and totem poles and open mountain air
washing all the sorrow from our bones
and if you can run fast enough you might make it home
before the sun goes down on lake ontario
what would you give to see anthony again
what would you give to forget where you have been
well i know what I’m missing
well i know what I’m missing
you think you saw that fortune laced my wrists and laced my mind
man are we all in for a good show
but i have made no promises and i have signed no line
that i will not sink further down below
what would you give to sing fervently again
what would you give to forget where you have been
what would you give to see anthony again
do i know what I’m missing
do i know what I’m missing
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my dear one, it's time
03:49
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the seashells cut your fingertips
and i walked back to the pier again
and i counted all the diving birds
and you bled out as the water churned
and the sun it sparkled on the sand
as you raised your scarlet blooming hand
and i stopped
hold on a little longer
i said it’s almost time
ohh it’s almost time
ohh
well your friend she’s on a mountaintop
and her arms are spread like wings of god
and the springtime birds are satisfied
as they sip on shiny emerald eyes
and they say
just hold on a little longer
oh it’s almost time
my dear one it’s time
ohh
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washington
04:12
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stones
on the side of a riverbend
fireplace and a shallow bed
in the arms of the rushing water
find
revelation in honeycomb
stratification of how to cope
if you follow design
fantasy
in the curls on your upturned brow
feel the warmth of the green and brown
books stacked up on your bedside
firewood
all soaked up in the backyard now
washington has a way about
the rain on embers of childhood
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cold morning
03:34
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coal county west virginia
photographs in columns black
thirty dead and they’re still counting bodies
thirty dead and they’re still
calling us inside
they’re calling us inside
i saw my father at the breakfast table
i saw my brother flipping pages
wiping hands and getting black soot on the china
wiping hands and getting black soot
but do not raise your voices
do not raise your voices
cold morning in west virginia
cold morning in my twin size bed
cold morning when my mother heard the door talk
cold morning with the soot upon their heads
so do not raise your voices
oh do not raise your voices
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cincinnati
02:03
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cincinnati
time is wasting
catch your blue birds
time is wasting
pull the moon close
tidal wading
august in a
photographic blue and white
the lightning
binary code in the
sky is full his
belly full of dandelions
and empty
watering cans in moonlight
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hummingbird II
01:26
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highwater
02:40
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come clean the table
come wash your face
come sew your sweater
come put the wood in
the fireplace
say i’ll be better
and sang his cello
as robins cried
with every downturned bow
a stage light captures
collapsing tides
of molecular glow
come over sunday
i won’t be free
but i will never be
come write my letters
come drink my tea
come do it all for me
what am i missing
what am i missing
what am i
i wanna go back
i wanna go back
what am i
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nowhere, nowhere
01:31
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finally (be at peace)
04:20
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40 acres from your mother’s side in utah
candle makers from a vintage catalog
can you remember what her daddy said
can you recall the yellow quilted bed
i do, i do
she came from england with her purple tinted bottles
she wrote in cursive in a never-finished novel
she saw your daddy in that uniform
the angel gabriel in human form
to the desert now, desert now
her first child emmy was a daughter fit for achin’
she cursed the rainfall and laid hands on the ground shakin’
i do not know this soul, her blood’s not mine
our father will bless us the second time
he will, he will
so mark had come into the world halfway through april
the prayers were whispered that he’d be like his father gabriel
but he came out with black and sunken eyes
he had no heart inside his chest that night
it’s god’s will, it’s god’s will
you were the third try and by then they gave up prayin’
it was their debt that all ones before were payin’
but you were different you would speak in tongues
a cactus flower blessed with holy lungs
finally, finally
be at peace, be at peace
finally, be at peace
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hannah wyatt Washington
hannah wyatt is an indie-folk singer/songwriter with a dark americana edge.
new ep "underground" out now.
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