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King Whirl
04:45
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1. KING WHIRL (Least, Last, & Lost)
In this old world where whirl is king
Look away bound away from the feather to the wing
For the least, the last, and the lost we sing
Turning the wine back to water
I drone on the summit, when the moon is high
Unarmed Forces, by my side
A scout on the mesa, with the calvary behind
Turning the wine back to water
Tell me when the horses of war will be
On Flower Mountain, loose and free
And we’ll close the big banks of misery
Turning the wine back to water
There’s golden handcuffs, on your mind there kid
And a black snake crawling through the water-shed
And star spangled nails on your coffin lid
Turning the wine back to water
So tonight I smell the smoke, from an un-lit fire
Black Elk he listens to the lonely choir
St Francis and the wolf, in their funeral attire
Turning the wine back to water
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Still & Still Moving
05:02
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STILL AND STILL MOVING
Oh my, snowblind winter’s here again
Is that so, torn coats, beggars in the wind
Dharma bums, wine and rum, north-bound underpass
Someone might, remind this night, that nothing’s built to last…
New moon up over King’s Hill…
Still and still moving, still
I’ve tried, to live kind, spend my love on you…
Worried spirit, worried mind, strum the worried blues
Didn’t know, couldn’t know, how deep to dig the well
Hearts learn, or do not learn, to ring out like a bell…
In the valley of the shadow’s chill…
Still and still moving, still….
So good bye… to high crimes, the race the game the lie
Don’t know, can’t know, what happens when we die
But when we live, what we give, like thunder in the sky
Linger’s long, never gone, an old-world lullaby…
The cup that’s never empty filled…
Still and still moving, still...
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As Below So Above
04:26
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AS BELOW, SO ABOVE
Death did I say, well I meant uncoiled…
There is no death just a change of worlds…
I’m writing you this letter, cause the end is not the end…
All fragile where the season’s turn…
The captive mind just burns and burns…
I wanna be there when your ashes, find a new home in the sky…
Well you light my way, make straight my path
All the way to heaven is heaven at last
And the first and final word is love
As below, so above
When the frequencies are set to lies…
The apocalypse will be televised…
I’m whispering this love song, called be thou not afraid…
I’ll think of you when the wood-smoke curls…
On your long journey to the spirit world…
With this farewell poem in the heart… of sailor’s where they sleep…
Well you light my way, make straight my path
All the way to heaven to heaven is at last…
And the first and final word is love
As below it’s so above
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Heart, Wherever
04:00
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HEART, WHEREVER
In the false dawn of the morning, in the moon of popping trees
I cut across the south field with the stalks cut to my knees
I’ll just use the rain for my rain coat in the mist
While i’m looking for the heart…. Wherever it exists…
looking for the heart, wherever it exists
A cardboard sign by the interstate, “hopeless” spelled in black
She dressed her dreams up for a train but failed to bring them back
Everyone wants heaven now but no one wants to die
When you’re looking for the heart…. wherever you can find
I was waiting on your message, I was waiting on your call
I was waiting on someone, who could be my all in all
We were waiting for the miracle of not asking for too much
And we were looking for the heart, something we could touch
I would have recognized your ghost shirt
But my eyes got in the way
It’s hard to teach this stone to talk dear
When it’s got so much to say
So time it grabs your throat and it throws you against the wall
In such slow motion you don’t notice at all
You wake up one sweet day thinking of everyone you miss
While you been looking for the heart… wherever it still is
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Everywind
03:34
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EVERYWIND
Golden arrows in the sunlight… and the great lake a hungry ghost
And we wake if we wake at all to the rumors of violence coast to coast
I’m standing ‘neath the gallows… of 2017
And it occurs to the songbirds whose nests are in shambles to take heart in times like these…
Some call her earth mother, some call her my girl
The Night-Flying Woman who always knows
My sister my daughter, the lady of the water
Grandmother moon to the fox and the crow….
But her name was Everywind…. oh her name was Everywind…
Seek the woods, protect the water…. the chop and carry days are through
The hearts of the women have survived the manslaughter madness they’ve suffered through…
New songs to sing their praises… new shelters from old storms…
I believe in the strength of the softness that bears away burdens of new worlds being born…
Some call her earth mother, some call her my girl
The Night Flying Woman who always knows
My sister my daughter, the lady of the water
Grandmother Moon to the owl and the crow
But her name was Everywind… oh her name was Everywind…
Her name was Everywind, born on the trader’s road
In nineteen and seven in unknown snows
The islands of the Ojibwe, water wave and stone
Her story was carved in the birchbark scrolls..
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THE LOST 40 (Some Dark Hollow)
In the Lost 40 where they mis-drew the maps
In the old growth forest that fell through the cracks
Between the rich man’s greed, and the white man’s axe
When it’s nine to the graveyard but eight coming back
And peace like a river jumps its tracks
And takes the last nickel from your nation’s sack
Mercy and grace…. the haunted air is unlaced….
In some dark hollow……… I escape….
It takes a lifetime to build, and one day to destroy
Your elections bought by poster boys
Right sleight of hand, left hand decoy
Where’s the thicket of dreams, to shield us from harm
From the emperor’s fist and the law’s long arm
In the Mother’s nest where the raven’s swarm
Mercy, and grace…… the haunted air is unlaced….
In some dark hollow………… I escape
Give me a moment of silence…… after a season of violence (2X)
Give me a moment of silence… after a season
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Starring The Night
05:43
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STARRING THE NIGHT
Well the dharma she rolls, over reeds where deep waters flow
East to west like a heron in the dark where nobody sees
It’s November again, a blue norther is coming in
And I abandon my post in the moonlight, so I can go
Starring the night…. Starring my dream state…
Over barbed-wire fences that never tell the whole tale
Oh hear our prayer…. Mend up the broken glare
And deliver us from darkness as we go…. We go starring the night
And God only knows… which seed dies and which grows
And which planets pull the tides in the hearts of man
I met a seer…. And Ojibwa with eyes so clear
He said original mind is neither sacred or profane…
On that long drive alone…. False dawn and the undertones
I remember the rock wall in the garden by the meadow on my grandparents farm
And i thought of my friends…. To the ends of the earth, to the ends!
And how many moons have passed since we used to go…
We’d go starring the night…. starring our best laid plans
And we burned the horoscopes that sent us apart
Oh hear our prayer…. Deliver us here from there…
In the heart of the moment where love commands the day, we go starring the night
And it’s poison control…. The politics of division grow
And the greater good is tossed out on its ear
And the future looks grim… our flagship in a tailspin
And we look for a savior but the savior hides within
And you come to me scared… and we shoot off emergency flares
Can our love take the beating the winds of change must give
And i say that it can… and i say that we must stand
Like a snowflake in the fire and get ready for to go…
We go starring the night…. Starring our best selves
And the frost in the window is starring as itself
Oh hear our prayer… sage burned and laid low
And deliver us from darkness as we go…. We go starring the night
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Stranger Angels
05:16
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STRANGER ANGELS
I’m the next of kin to the wayward wind I’m goin…
I can’t sing this dance, or dance this song I’m gone…
Someplace where I won’t make the greedy richer…
On the rock and birchbark shores of Old Minong…
So gather everything you hold dear…. and practice giving it away…
There’s another world but it’s in this world…. Stranger Angels know the way
I’ve grown old in love, from seven til seven times seven
The scorched-earth campaign, you marched across my heart
Now i only live by silence, cunning, and exile
Cause you never know just where the fighting starts
Who built these playgrounds on our cemeteries?
Who stuffed these broken mirrors into our hands?
To whose voodoo economics are you in debt dear?
Who said it was the clothes that make the man?
So gather everything you hold dear… and practice giving it away
There’s another world but it’s in this world…. Stranger Angels know the way…
Wild mustangs starve in the hills outside Las Vegas
And the West is burning like a Lake of Fire
When the desert comes to swallow up our prairies
You’ll wish you had not dared called god a liar…
There’s another spirit on the water… there’s another hollow square they say
There’s another world but it’s in this world… Stranger Angels lead the way
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The Field & the Pearl
05:29
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The Field & The Pearl
Four-score nightingales hear them sing
Calling your name on the whistle-black plains
It’s late in the evening in the early spring
And I’m scared once again…. of every dream…
There’s no such thing as safe and sound
Most of what we lose, it can never be found
Like a migrant camp at the edge of town
We’re just one false step… from every edge
Out in the field where you found the pearl
At the stillest point, of the turning world
For the love of night, please tell no lies to me
Everybody’s talking but it’s still unknown,
I’m underground trying to make heaven my home
For the love of night, please stay so close to me….. so close to me…
There’s nothing you can sell me that I want more
Than to keep my vows to the old North Shore
What we’ve done to the Mother shakes me to the core
Where the clocks don’t sleep…. it’s later than you think..
As below it’s so above….
Spring brings everything back ‘cept the one’s we love
Still the cosmos fits you like a glove
You can have everything……………… but not tonight and it won’t be here….
You my love are a wonder behold
The shadow brokers can’t break your flow
I wouldn’t mistreat you for my weight in gold…
And the dark is just another… thing the light can do…
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You Get Got
05:45
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YOU GET GOT
I’ll be damned but that barn…. it needs a new coat of paint….
I’m not saying you’re wrong, but I’m not saying you aint…
The brush-pile needs burning… but i guess it can wait…
You’d better get if you’re goin, cause it’s already late…
go on if you’re going stead of making me wait
I coulda swore it would rain… think i’ll go check the mail
And Frank’s been drinking again… i think he thinks he’ll make bail…
Well I told him the last time, he gave flowers store bought….
Sometimes you get love, and sometimes you get got
Sometimes you get love, and sometimes you get got…
My country’s showing it’s ass…. It gets worse every day
Now the rich eat the poor… and for the privilege they pay
They trampled the wounded, and they hurdle the lame
They march up and down bullshit, mountain all day
Oh it’s best not believe, even one word they say
I feel crazy again…. This time it’s not going away…
I keep thinkin of John… i wonder what he would say….
A lifetime of near misses… one continuous mistake…
Then at just the right time, you watch everything change
Not a minute too soon, you see everything change
You spend your days and your night-times
Not being what you’re not
Sometimes you get love, sometimes you get got
Sometimes you get love, and sometimes you get got
Sometimes you get love…
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False True Lover Blues
04:55
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FALSE TRUE LOVER BLUES
In the days of old in the days of gold, in the good old golden days
I left from old Clay County with my head a forest blaze
How to say and who could know just how much was to lose…
In the darkness before morning and the false true lover blues
I started out to mending all the holes from sky to sky
But it takes a plan to make God laugh, a promise to make her cry
You can dry your vale of tears with the scar tissue you choose
Like a singing dust bowl with the false true lover blues
Just what was it you’re missing that you’re so sure you were owed
It’s quickly separated like a fool and his gold
The better angels of our natures have some breaking news
I’m afraid it doesn’t look good for the false true lover blues
Now the mourning dove is practicing her songbook all the day
If you want to practice being born than start without delay
Everything we think we know comes up just shy of truth
And you’re mumbling underneath your breath, the false true lover blues
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12. |
Star Nation
04:07
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David Huckfelt Minneapolis, Minnesota
“Room Enough, Time Enough”, the new record of folk songs, activism & Native Americana from David Huckfelt founding member The Pines. Twelve new songs from the borderlands of the Southwest & celebrating the Indigenous voices that Huckfelt has partnered with for a decade. “Room Enough" picks up where “Stranger Angels” left off, transporting the listener from the northwoods of MN to the AZ desert. ... more
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