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Soil
03:34
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Turning hot faster
unlike before
our farm is all burnt up
now leaving my land
we're walking north
to a new country
leaving home forever
moving across new lands
for a new life, maybe
new chance for my family
school and jobs
"Move along there!" but "Stop here!"
yes, a border blocks us on stolen land
all soil is ours
to walk upon
to stand upon
all soil is ours
to stand upon
to live upon
held in detention
treated like dirt
the children are taken
to where I can't say
calling us aliens
abusing us in our new country
todo el suelo es nuestro
para caminar
para pararse
todo el suelo es nuestro
para pararse
para vivir, para vivir
all soil is ours
to walk upon
to live upon.
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2. |
It's Time
02:21
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It's time to seize the times today
it just can't stay the same
no dithering, no holding back
and no more playing games
history shows us momentum
can we catch its pace?
so step lively to action friends
we're moving around the globe
no more grow, grow
we'll grow food and trees
it's time to seize the times today
it just can't stay the same
it's time to seize the times today
it just can't stay the same
no dithering, no holding back
and no more playing games.
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3. |
Terrene Ambler
03:07
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Binocular and guide
he trekked the outside
science met spirit
to tramp the wild
a green devotee
among boulder, turf and tree
warbler, thrush and crow
their music he did know
field, knoll and grove
fern, pine and snow
from mountain down to creek
western deserts to the east
between sky and river
he fell earthward
a terrene ambler
a terrene ambler.
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4. |
Haney Creek
03:30
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Let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll stay out there all day
let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll float around and play
let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll jump in the deepest part
let’s go up to Haney Creek
we’ll stay out till almost dark
bring some sandwiches and salty snacks
pack towels, the tubes and raft
it’s hot and humid the whole day long
we’ll put our T-shirts and cut-offs on
we’ll pick up Jane and Nancy on the way out of town
goin’ up the mountain to go splashing around, yeah
let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll stay out there all day
let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll float around and play
let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll jump in the deepest part
let’s go up to Haney Creek
we’ll stay out till almost dark.
the stream water is fresh, clear and cool
on High Rock by the deepest pool
fly off the rope swinging line
among crawdads and dragonflies
sit in the rapids, or go look for rocks
sunbathe or shade under oaks and hemlocks, yeah
let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll stay out there all day
let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll float around and play
let’s go out to Haney Creek
we’ll jump in the deepest part
let’s go up to Haney Creek
we’ll stay out till almost dark.
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5. |
1939 Escape
04:49
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I packed my wallet and knapsack
and four changes of clothes
I'll sleep all day tomorrow
and start off in the dark...
leaving my world behind now
and very far on a distant journey
leave out the back gate
through my town the last time
to meet the guide in the hills
for a three-day trek...
walking many miles through the mountains
over a fence at the border line
I keep a low presence now
until I meet the comrade sailor
at night we'll stowaway me
then soon, ship passage...
so I turn the light out this night
tomorrow we sail for South America
waves waves seasickness
waves waves seasickness
waves waves homesickness
waves waves seasickness
waves waves homesickness
freedom.
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6. |
Where the Waters Flow
03:46
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7. |
One Can Only Love
03:54
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8. |
Big Red House
04:40
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Some forty young and old souls are we
we hike the old rails not the roads
we seek our way to a communal inn
there's food, fire, a water spring
if no rooms then we'll pitch our tents
we've been walking several weeks
on the cold, hard scrabbly ground
the big red house is two day's walk from here
we've lost some friends along the way
yet we've seen no vigilantes, no drones
I'm sore and blistered, and our water is low
it's quiet, walking sticks click a beat
if we get there well alive
we might hear our new hosts sing:
"Welcome to the Big Red House!"
"Welcome to the Big Red House!"
"Welcome to the Big Red House!"
they might sing...
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9. |
Raven
02:14
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I once loved a raven haired one
with dark brown watery eyes
once she down a mountain forest strolled
two black snakes moved abreast
they descended in silence
she came to the river
and floated on her back
she saw the stars come out at dark
an owl came by to watch
her smile brought the Moon up
and she flew away in the night.
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10. |
The Party's Over
03:32
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The party's finally over; how it went on too late!
the rowdy revelers have all gone home; what a mess they've left
see all this wrecked furniture; so much rebuilding to do.
now we will aid you; you can help out too
food, health and haven; we will carry us all.
we've certainly crossed a brink; denial was never ours
the public circus is over; our heads we'll put together
talk and walk through turbulence; arrange a feasible path.
we're running hospitals and public libraries
solar wind and geo, and we run it for all.
everything for everyone; we'll talk and walk it through
everything for everyone; we'll talk and walk it through
everything for everyone; we'll talk and walk it through
now we will aid you; you can help out too
now we will aid us; we will carry us all.
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11. |
Epistle to Derroll
07:59
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Duff McIntosh New York, New York
Musicker Duff McIntosh presents his debut solo album. "Plaints, Marches, Chants," has elements of folk, rock, psychedelia. Musings are on nature, climate, refugees, a future worth living, freedom.
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