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Tree of Life
07:00
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Numb you did. Ah, my numb blood; after feeling so much. Numb you did, my numb blood; after knowing so much.
I've a box. I keep it on my dresser here. Inside of that the hair is gold and red.
I've a box. I keep it in my heart; black as night.
On and on an on and on, it goes on and and on and on and on, it goes on and on and on...
Numb yet? Are you numb yet? I saw through when I was driving by. The windows are too big. It's a late plate glass nevermind. What did you want to see out there if you didn't want to see me? My car rolled down the pavement past that road where I looked, and I saw: Tree of Life, round, green fruit. Oranges I have eaten all my life. They don't come from here, you could never grow an orange in this part of the world. I eat them every day. They don't belong to my family.
Growing on a tree, I had a dream. Mama, you see what I'm drawing? It's a tree; look at my mind. And the fruits are green, and the fruits are orange, and they taste like life
Here
Here
Here
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Lie Here
05:10
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Why did you wait meeting, ancient one?
Why did you wait meeting, ancient, gentle?
Sunshine on your face
Why did you wait?
Lie here, over my body
Lie here, you're such a soft-hearted boy
Lie here, hands and tongue; you're so strong over my body
Why did you wait so long?
Today we are
going to cut
designs into silver fish
silver skin
silver wall
silver wall
Today we are
All
Lie here, over my body
Lie here, you're such a soft-hearted boy
Lie here, hands and tongue; you're so strung out over my body
Why did you wait so long?
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Thumb
03:27
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How do you run?
How do you run?
Where do you hide?
How do you run?
Under that warm, strong thumb.
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The Darkness is a Seed
03:51
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How can I comfort you?
Dark is a seed
The water is sorrow;
The first thing you ever needed
If I could anchor the brown, bitter swell
If you could speak to me,
what stories would you tell?
When the hand comes
The fingers grow out
There are no teeth in your fingers
sucked by your mouth
There is no milk
there is no meat
but you'll both eat and breathe
The darkness is a seed
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Yell Lullaby
02:48
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Open Eye
06:05
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In the shelter of my open heart;
those wondering, open eyes
What do they see?
Who are they, really,
Those open eyes, opening?
Staring down,
light light brown,
examining; the way that we do,
I see a love in you
for ages now was true
(My love is old
My love is new as November snow lies in hush, in unbroken folds,
The unborn souls of children know my love is old)
Staring up; well like cup
imagining the way it could be
I see a love in me,
for ages now; was free
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Big as a Wall
04:04
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Lullaby, lullaby; dream, dream, dream
Lullaby, and goodnight; dream, dream, dream
In that country was a man with a daughter. The woman was dead. It was some time ago.
There was a fire; big as a wall, in a new house, but it was outside. He worked with iron, and he made things tall, and he was alone. He was a lonely man.
I was passing by. I said hello." I was was passing by on my way to where I don't know. And I met his girl; she was very sweet, then I met him, too.
He didn't say much of anything; melting, bending iron on the fire. I said to myself, "I could stay here, for awhile." How long could I, though?
That man couldn't have a conversation if he tried.
But I see the iron and the fire in his eye. Could I go on not talking all the way through my life? Could I go on not talking if it saved my life?
I have to go, the road is cold, your grass is warm, your fire's tall, but I have to go, the trees are tall, the wind cries out, it calls me home.
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Apple
05:42
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I am the apple of loneliness inside the apple of my loneliness
I am the apple incarnate again in crimson red
I am the apple of my onlyness inside the apple of my loneliness
I am the apple I can't understand in my heart, in my hand, in my heart
You shook all my mountain, you took
You turned your face, and you struck with your hand
I am the apple of my loneliness , crying O, apple, o my loneliness
I am the apple confessing the man, he’s my friend
I am the apple of your Holiness, inside the apple of your holiness
I am the apple of consonant plan: Begin again
Turn my tears to dancing
Strip off sackcloth, clothe me with joy
And I sing forever, my spirit sings forever, my spirit sings forever:
I am the Storm
I'm Nothing
Turn my tears to dancing
Strip off this sackcloth, and clothe me with joy
I am the apple of loneliness inside the apple of my loneliness
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Robin O'Brien Santa Rosa, California
Eclectic mix of recordings; mostly lo-fi. I've been a closet home-taper, recording my music since before multitrack was
available to us common folk at home. It's my joy.
George Reisch re-imagined some of these tunes, and you can find them at Luxotone.com
recordings by Jean Farmer and I are at notan.org
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