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They own the seeds
they own the sky
they're trying their best
to take away our questions,
why?
they own the fields
they own the trees
they own this very
song I sing
oh if I were the wind
it'd be no big sin
to touch every inch
of your skin
and if I were the grass
I think I'd ask
every question I
could think of
and if I were the sun
I'd shine down on everyone
oh, if I were the sun
I'd shine down on everyone
so they could feel my love
feel my love,
and it beats me how we could
trust the makers of agent orange
to grow our seeds
and it beats me how we can
trust our sustenance, and our governance
to the makers of war
oh I am torn, by this chemical growth.
'cause they own the seeds they own the sky
they're trying their best to take away our questions, why?
they own the fields, they own the trees
but you know they'll never own me
they'll never own this song I sing
oh if i were the wind it'd be no big sin
to touch every inch of your skin
and if I were the grass I think I'd ask
every question I could think of
and if I were the sun, I'd shine down
on everyone, oh if I were the sun
I'd shine down on everyone
so they could feel my love, so
they could feel my love,
so they could feel my love,
And fuck monsanto, yea,
fuck monsanto, yea,
fuck the Federal reserve
and the profit schemes
the proxy wars and
the magazines
fuck monsanto.
Lyrics by Abigail Godfrey
'Abigail the Brave'
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The Pirate Atalanta
03:24
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There was a fair and feathered maid
who trode upon the seas
and she swore up'oon her weddin' dress
that n'ary a love have she
quoth she 'my one and oonly loove
hath died beneath the waves
to bring for us a bounty
to have our weddin' day'
so she took to piratin'
a fierce sea captain she
and though she pillaged
and plundered
oh nary a love had she
a shipwrecked man wooed
for her hand, and with a laugh
quoth she 'I s'pose if he'd come
courtin', I'd wed the pirate king'
In the morrow sunlight
he strode aboard the deck
she did not recognize him
by the feather in his cap
nor the pistol by his side
nor the crew at his back
he said 'I am the Pirate King
here to fetch my prize, I believe
just yesterday you agreed to
be my bride'
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Wander Less Wunder Lust
03:34
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Tristan
03:25
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Oh, your name it means sadness
but you are the very voice of joy my child
my child, in every beautiful blade of grass
greeting with a billion inwards eyes
oh just echo and report back to you
that's all we can really do
report in other mammal space ships here
how are you diggin, are you diggin this
atmosphere?
we all have the answer,
we are perfect and innumerable minute
in existence's dance
every eye of every cell is dancin'
in that which is
just an echo
just echo and report back to you
that's all we can really do
report in other mammal space ships here
how are you diggn, are you diggin
this stratosphere?
and I may sit and wonder why
why I can't be satisfied
but I am a space explorer
I am my own, my own daughter
so I will raise a billion
of my own faces to the sun
until this vibration echoes on
so welcome, welcome child
I hope you run run, run run wild
and grow to grow again
and become...
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5. |
Persimmon
04:59
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I was picking persimmons the color of fire
and I watched the skin burst from the touch of the sunrise.
but the birch trees don't speak to me no more,
but the birch trees don't speak to me no more,
for I am West wind teased, I am westward ever bound
for I am west Wind teased, I am westward ever bound,
I won't die not today not today not today
but I walk through fire anyways, any ways, an yways
&if they catch me singin' oh oh, if they catch me wingin'
will I finally fall despite it all
&if they catch me dreamin', oh oh, if they catch me screamin'
will I finally learn to take it all,
&the June rose bloomed in the
clenched love affair of warm
air in January
maybe if it kept its damn legs shut
we wouldn't be in this mess
we wouldn't have this early death
& this long life,
and when the see rises one degree
they'll sea they'll sea the reality
sidhe was truth, truth was she
they'll say, as I embark
upon an arc made of seeds
as I embarc upon an ark made
of my own seeds.
I won't die not today, not today, not today
but I walk through hell fire anyways
and if they catch me singin' oh oh oh
if they catch me wingin'
will I finally learn to take a
fall
I was pickin' persimmons
the color of fire
and I watched the skin burst
from the touch
of the sunrise.
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Sweet Darlin' Mine
04:00
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Oh darlin, sweet darlin, oh darlin of mine
your voice is as sweet as the summer sunshine
and every day I'm searchin for you, time after time
oh darlin, sweet darlin, of mine
oh darlin sweet darlin, my faith is strong
that it can sustain me all the winter long,
but I can't find you in all the wrong the faces
in all the wrong faces, places and time
and I don't deserve more love than
any other man
but I guess we're all broken so
come on and take this hand
and I can't promise I'll
make you happy but I'll
try to understand
oh darlin, sweet darlin of mine
oh darlin, sweet darlin
there's a pillow on my head
and layin' all alone in my
big empty bed
I tell myself nobody
can love me like I do
oh, nobody can love
me like do,
and I hope it's true
oh darlin, sweet darlin of mine,
oh darlin sweet darlin,
your touch is as kind
as the finest and oldest
of that Spanish red wine
and I'll reach for you always
and I'll pray that you're there
and I don't know if I left it behind
cause I've said no so many times
oh darlin sweet darlin, oh darlin of mine
oh darlin sweet darlin oh darlin of mine.
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Abigail the Brave Colorado
Abigail the Brave is a neo-classical, self-taught multi instrumentalist, vocalist, poet, artist and world traveler originally from the United States.
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