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Desert Song
05:08
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open road ahead and I’m coming clean
taking what I need
moondust on the hills and they’re calling to me
they say it’s raining in the valley
widows on the march and they’re calling to you
they’re saying don’t you cry for me
cause oh, my sons and daughters love is a stone
made of lime and quartz and longing
and when you push it up the hill
it’s got to roll back down
so do your best not to be found
underneath it when it does
midnight in the desert smells like sun
when it’s been laced in skin
my books have took to rotting at my feet
they all forget how they begin
so strap me to the saddle I’m free enough
I’ve been chasing that word for years
and when I finally tracked it down one day
all I had left were my fears
so if freedom’s what you’re looking for
don’t you be fooled like me
you can operate a single ship
from the middle of a fleet
take me down to the ocean
take me back up to the lakes
freedom is a dream lovers relinquish
if they want to stay awake
take me down to the mountains
take me back up to the snow
freedom is a poem you must read softly
if you’re ever gonna know it
take me down to the desert
take me back up to the oaks
freedom is a trembling yellow bird
that puts music in our bones
freedom is a trembling yellow bird
that puts music in our bones
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2. |
Bullet Blanket Sieve
03:58
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it was Christmas eve of that year
you held me close sang something in my ear
we never seemed so alike my friend
my lover my stranger my double my brother
and when I tell you that I miss you I ain’t lying
or when I say you make me less afraid of dying
there’s a road and it calls to us both
I’d ask you for a promise if one of us believed in those
take anything that you will
I’ll be a river or a cup you can spill
and if you don’t come back in the morning
I will dream of our next meeting with my head up on that train windowsill
I don’t believe in chance I don’t believe in meaning
I don’t believe in knowing what to be believing
I wasn’t raised with my eyes on the stars
but that’s where I first found it just as near as it was far
and there was silence of some kind in the snow
that Christmas day in that blue-sky morning glow
if we’re both patriots to the countries in ourselves
we know patriots drink whisky and lament their fallen foes
take anything that you want
I can’t be trapped or persuaded or bought
but I can give you what I’ve got to give of love
and I’ll meet you out there singing of the rain and of the night and of the road
you like to say everything’s in my hands
but what I’ve got I keep up my sleeves
god of luck, god of wile and whisky breath
god of whet, clothes wrung, of hunger, god of gone
god of wood and lake, blank verse and hammer-on
loyal god of got your back, god of stray dogs
god of melody, of words that we outlive
you open like a bullet like a blanket like a sieve
you open like a bullet like a blanket like a sieve
you open like a bullet like a blanket like a sieve
take anything that you will
I’ll be a river or a cup you can spill
and if you don’t come back in the morning
I will dream of our next meeting with my head up on that train windowsill
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3. |
Lucid Dreams
04:17
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I’ve been having lucid dreams
multiplicities and somebody’s gun
and when I wake up in the morning
I’m a medicine woman
and when the sun is in the sky
I am just another human
and when I go to sleep at night
I am under construction
don’t take me at my word
take me by the wrist
sit me on a throne
cause I’m just a story that you heard
a plot with a twist
carrying a stone
that I believe will carry me back home
can you feel it in the air
hear it on the wind, coming down the mountain
no, we in the age of prophecy
look to our books for our predictions
go on and read yours out loud
tell me is it matching what you’re seeing?
before taking anything for truth
I ask you are you sure you aren’t dreaming?
don’t take me at my word
take me by the wrist
sit me on a throne
cause I’m just a story that you heard
I’m a plot with a twist
carrying a stone
that I believe will carry me back home
[we heard news that the chief of staff and the generals, these men, and Marcos, had agreed just to shoot us down. right when dawn broke, you know, we saw the choppers coming in, we were going, this is it guys. we’re done. but I just hope that other people carry on]
quiet, in the deep of war
someone’s lucid dream takes hold
and there, in the royal cockpit
she finds herself a rebel
and joins the people
I’ve been having lucid dreams
multiplicities
and somebody’s gun
don’t take me at my word
take me by the wrist
sit me on a throne
cause I’m just a story that you heard
I’m a plot with a twist
carrying a stone
that I believe will carry me back home
[all of a sudden they went into their dive. and you saw the guns point up, because they’re just hanging off the choppers. and right when they were coming, all of a sudden, the first leader pulled up. and I saw the guy holding the gun go like this—and this was our sign. it was ‘laban.’ it means fight. and he […] and he took off. and I went with the guys locked in with me I went: they’re joining us! and everyone was going: no, did you see—I said: they’re joining us! and nobody knew anything. then the other four came in, and they did the same thing. and they landed with the crowd. and they joined us. that’s when we knew—we were taking over]
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Nicole Olweean Kalamazoo, Michigan
Nicole Olweean is a singer/songwriter from Kalamazoo, MI and Riverside, CA. Combining genres like Folk, Rock, and a little Country, she delivers a sound all her own.
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