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On Children
00:50
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Resurrection Fern
04:18
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Tomorrow is a Long Time
03:17
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Lawrence, KS
04:08
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Tombstone Blues
05:32
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7. |
In The Pines
03:05
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8. |
To Live Is To Fly
03:16
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Won't say I love you, babe,
Won't say I need you, babe,
But I'm gonna get you babe
And I will not do you wrong.
Living's mostly wasting time
And I'll waste my share of mine
But it never feels to good,
So let's don't take to long.
You're soft as glass
And I'm a gentle man
We got the sky to talk about
And the earth to lie upon.
Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a congadrum
Forget most, remember some
But don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
And nothin' is to much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.
Goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
Think of all the poetry
And the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low
And the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think to much
On things you leave behind.
I will be gone
But it won't be long
I will be a'bringin' back the melodies
And rhythm that I find.
We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all that's real.
Some fall on you like a storm,
Sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make,
Time is yours to take
Some sail upondive into the sea,
Some toil upon the stone.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
Shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes.
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Wayfaring Stranger
05:31
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11. |
Stuff of Us
03:35
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Almost biblical scenes unfold
Somewhere they’re deep in our minds
Smell of the asphalt after the rain
It disentangled the line
What if we just let all the deadwood burn down
Could we open our smoke filled eyes
Just little more deep and wide
Oh Heaven spread all around us, love
Maybe too close to see
And the stuff of us that’s most real
Is eternal and free
To be blessed is always to be cursed as well
Dark matter holds it all in place
So when we grind against it
Let’s keep our angels true
Our bodies bend the empty space
What if we just let all deadwood burn down
Could we open our smoke filled eyes
Just little more deep and wide
Oh Heaven spread around us, love
Maybe too close to see
And the stuff of us that’s most real
Is eternal and free [x3]
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Frank D. Hill Illinois
Singer-songwriter,
proud dad, writer, (happily) former attorney and mediator, living and writing in Illinois. Just trying to work it out.
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