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Stop'n'Fight
05:06
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Sondria writes the love songs
Love for her and love for him
If you want to sing a love song
You’re gonna have to learn to swim
I’m waiting for the moon to rise
on the Topanga hills again
Thinking of the people I know,
of the ones I call my friends
And I don’t want to talk about it
What you do and where you been
Take me to the Stop’n’Fight
Anywhere I might fit in.
Carolina loves the sunshine
in her hair and on her skin
Her man is so down now
I don’t know if he will arise again.
I don’t want to talk about it
What you do and where I been
Take me to the Stop’n’Fight
That’s the place I might fit in.
Sondria writes the love songs
Not for her and not for him
If you want to sing a love song
You’re going to have to learn to swim.
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Rolly Poley Daughter
04:21
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I’ve got a rolly poley daughter
I’m a rolly poley man
And I’m riding a piragua
Down the mighty Magdalena
I’m going on the Magdalena
To the Caribbean Sea
All the way to Baranqilla
A cumbiambero to be
If you ever see Amparo
Tell her she’s the best
Please tell her I’ll never forget her
She left a feather in my chest
Going down to Honda
Down to Puerto Boyaca
I watch for the anhingas
Never know where they go
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Matilija Poppy
01:39
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Yes, you know it’s true
If you go you’ll know it too
The most beautiful woman in the world
lives on Echo Park Avenue
Oh, pretty baby you fly
When you do there’s a stillness in the sky.
I heard your sister say
How your eyes are like
The Milky Way
She’s high as you let it
Turn and go and get it
Dressed in flowers
And her clothes are floppy
She’s wise so forget it
No one’s seen it yet
She is disguised as matilija poppy
Matilija poppy
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Woopsy daisy my mind is crazy
The dove sings coo coo carru
I was sleeping with DoReMe
By the spring where the does walk through
In my dreaming mind
The lilting rhymes
Of Enheduanna’s verses
Uhurru’s locks, her grace, her face her shocks
Are flooding my mind with blessings and curses
And so I walked that sacred walk
from here to Eagle rock
Mary wore three links of chain
And each one of them could talk
And they spoke to me so eloquently
to the time of an old Sligo air
There is a new Irish king
in LA singing
Let’s go hear what he’s saying
And the trombone notes like baby goats dancing to the reggae and the ska.
Calling a nation that has lost its voice
Like the dances of Florencio Yeska
A connection there
In the dry night air
No I did not see it coming
Like a thief in the night
Yes I heard that right
Like the sound of the whistles and the guitars strumming.
I awoke from my rest at Barley Forge, Costa Mesa
Far from where I thought I was.
I Timothy, Jesse, Danny and Theo
were playing
And Molly Moynahan was dancing.
And the living word was plainly heard
The trombone and the flags where there
And the tune they played while the beer was made
Was a New Dream Of Old Moygara
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5. |
Santa Susana Pass
04:13
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Heaven tries to find me
Hell is so afraid
Homer and Sappho try to
remember what I said
Oh Santa Susana
Go on and cry for me
there’s a shadow on my shoulder
there’s a banjar on my knee
Cherokkee O’Day
and Anastasia Fite
are working in the mountains
of chaos and delight
I see the twelve apostles
I bathe above their heads
Magdalena and Kisandra
are singing again
Oh, Santa Susana
Go on and cry for me
there’s rainbows ‘round
my shoulders now
as far as I can see
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Sacred Melody
03:39
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I dreamed I was
in Lilly’s Bar in Red Hook.
Michael Coleman’s
grave I came to see.
To hear the songs of wisdom
and I longing, longing
for that sacred melody
King James killed Irish men
and sent the women
and children far away
Across the sea,
Shakespeare wrote the bible
And the children sang
that sacred melody.
And I hear it in the songs
of Ras Tafari
The power of the holy trinity
Bridget and her sisters
I hear them singing
the sacred melody.
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7. |
Haul Away Joe
02:12
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When I was a little boy
So my mother told me
Way haul away we’ll haul away joe
If I did not kiss the girls
My lips would all get moldy
King Louis was the king of France
Before the revolution
then he got his head cut off
it spoiled his constitution
Way haul away
We are bound for better weather
Way haul away we’ll haul away joe
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You’ve got county fried chicken
On the east side
You’ve got yuppified chicken
on the west side
You’ve got ten dirty things
You’ve got to decide
You’ve got a record with Burpo
on the B side
You’ve got a bunch of bad news
you’ve gotta tell me
a bunch of junk mail you’ve got to send to me
You betray yourself and then you betray me, you done them chickens wrong.
You’ve got calcifies corridors
for entrails
You’ve got god and the devil
in the details
You’ve got the boys from Damascus
And Estonia
And secret reasons to live in California
You’ve got underground gardens up in Fresno
The oysters in San Luis Obisbo
Paul Chesney singing the calypso
You done them chickens wrong
You e got Queen Califa’s magic circle
Michael row your boat
just like Erkle
You’ve cool and you’re bad
With a beard like Ahab
You done them chickens wrong.
You’ve got a bunch of bad news
You want to tell me
A bunch of junk mail you want to send to me
You betray yourself
And then you betray me
You done them chickens wrong
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Weep Wail Moan
02:16
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Weep, wail, moan, belly ache and sob
All I really needed was a better job
but I got you.
Tie-dye, rib eye, discotheque
I needed you like a broken neck
And I got you
Yesterday, next week and now
I wanted to dance but I didn’t know how... I got to
Cut your nails and saw your bones, a Tequendama cocktail like a crosseyed jones just like I got you.
You take my blood like a crosseyed nurse I thought it was bad and then
it got worse and worse and worse.
Coughed up, creeped out, cooped up,
I look at you, you sit on my lap, I got you!
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Noble Drew Ali
02:25
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Sitting here next to me is the presence of Noble Drew Ali
From Lincoln and hood
To coeur D’alene the rain, the rain
The rainbows in the sky
Minerva’s got you in a net
You haven’t learned your lesson yet
And there’s rainbows in the sky
Rona and her niece they walk
Let the crazy people talk
And there’s rainbows in the sky
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Maeve
05:04
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To you I’ll tell a tale
Of a wish lost in a well
a hidden spring, a wounded deer
a broken crow
Oh my love, on my way back home
My love the wind that weaves
The scent of eucalyptus trees
I was so tired, I fell so far
Down through the trees
Maeve look inside
In the sweet countryside
I’m torn in two
And the map leads to you
Strange it did seem
I stood alone in this dream
I flew so high above the trees
Maeve look inside...
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12. |
Nur
03:20
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Take me Nur
someday we’ll go
on a train in Asia
in the rain
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You are born with a beautiful face
Filled with a passionate glow
Born with a beautiful face
don’t you know?
A child falls into the world
Into a silence so deep
Are you a boy or a girl
or just asleep?
There’s lightening
And stars fall in showers
into the heart of the muse
but she makes not too much
an hour.
No wonder she gets so confused.
You are born with a beautiful face
Filled with a passionate glow
Born with a beautiful face
don’t you know?
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Tim O'Gara Los Angeles, California
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