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Viriditas
04:18
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Make room for the spirit
What's in our way?
There's an emerald forgotten, hidden deep
Beneath the rubble of our dry sleep
And our dreaming is laced with tears and bones
Tumbleweeds, thorns, and sun-bleached stones
Open the dam and let God in
To water the curls of fiddleheads
Weave carpets of moss in our riverbeds
And the glassy grass jewel inside of you
Will shine like a beacon in the night
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2. |
Sycamore Stars
03:15
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If I cry long enough will the fire go out?
I can’t do this alone
I need your help
Let me lace up my Keds and ring the bell
We’ll douse it in the water from your well
Now pour into the flames until a river flows
I'll float on my back in the shadows of sycamore stars and weeping willow
And the burns will fade away
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3. |
Flash of Ruby
02:48
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Burned cheek summer days melt like lava trickling to the sea surfacing in crimson memories of squeaky tricycle pedaling down sunset rusted streets and furry berry picking by the creek
Flash of ruby
I know a cardinal watches over my little home
Inside a stream flows in a circle around a wooden table and the green world waits outside
But the hearth glows garnet and gold for me through the night
First carnation stain and holding scarlet roses on a stage, taking bows with lacquered lips and cheeks
Geranium metal sweet running then a sudden nettle sting carmine constellations on bare feet
Flash of ruby
I know a cardinal watches over my little home
Inside a stream flows in a circle around my wooden table and the green world waits outside
But the hearth glows garnet and gold for me through the night
Flash of ruby
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4. |
Sunflower Eye
03:37
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serotonin rush
flutter belly crush
slutty coffee cup
stained glass honey drop
dandelion patch
smell of lemongrass
That’s the way I feel with you
ruffle daffodil
morning windowsill
fuzzy bumblebee
gilded maple tree
velvet atlas wing
kitchen dancing
That’s the way I feel with you
We can lay down in the grass looking up up up up up at the blue
Watch the clouds change from bunny to dragon to tree
We’ll stare into the eye of a sunflower towering
And follow where the lines inside go spiraling
golden butter pat
purring tabby cat
prickly pear in bloom
windows down and zoom
votive candle glow
firefly morse code
That’s the way I feel with you
We can lay down in the grass looking up up up up up at the blue
Watch the clouds change from bunny to dragon to tree
We’ll stare into the eye of a sunflower towering
And follow where the lines inside go spiraling
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5. |
Mend
03:15
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Who put the stone on my chest?
Who stole my breath?
Who took the floor from my feet?
Who moved my seat?
Why is the clock in reverse?
What is this curse?
When will I feel you again?
Where is a friend?
How did this happen?
How will we mend?
Dark, light thought-time threads unravel
Torn through, heavy as a black hole
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6. |
Special Pal
03:16
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You were a cream magnolia bloom
The one who hung the moon
The weaver at the loom
I remember the sound of your house shoes, shuffling over the smooth red tiles in your living room
Your workshop that smelled of gasoline, slow days spent on your swing to the mourning doves’ singing
You were a cream magnolia bloom
The one who hung the moon
The weaver at the loom
Your love of sweet tea and the written word, your charm of hummingbirds, smiling eyes and gentle words
Fishing in the bay when I was a girl, big stories that unfurled, and your travels ‘round the world
Looking for you in time’s push and pull
Pages turn yellow in albums full
An ache to the tone of your trumpet and train whistle
You were a cream magnolia bloom
The one who hung the moon
The weaver at the loom
Brushing your hair when it turned to steel in a bed with a squeaky wheel the soft tether I still feel
Dreaming to your dominoes’ soft click, your grandfather clock’s tick traditions made that stick
You were a cream magnolia bloom
The one who hung the moon
The weaver at the loom
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Treasure
03:56
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I met an old lady
she looked familiar
she carried a bag of gifts
she opened it to me - her bag full of treasures
and told me to take my pick
and there was a rose so full and lovely
with a smell so sweet it filled me with hope
and there was a bed just right for sleeping
and it gave me the dreams I needed most
and the lady just smiled because she knows
True Treasure
I met an old lady
she looked familiar
she carried a bag of gifts
she opened it to me - her bag full of treasures
and told me to take my pick
and there was a shell from a distant ocean
it spoke my name when I held it close
and there was a seed that harbored courage
I sowed it in me and watched it grow
and the lady just smiled because she knows
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8. |
Liquid Gold
02:33
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There's a feeling that blows in
Soft as whispers, soft as whispers
It cracks the shell and melts it into liquid gold
doubt . . pray
There's a feeling that blows in
Soft as whispers, soft as whispers
Lungs fill deeper, eyes turn soft, tendrils reach for the light of the sun
doubt . . pray
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9. |
Passiflora
05:43
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an amethyst geode cracked in two, tall as a crystal tomb
the aubergine bruise I left on you with the thoughtless things I do
the thistle prick years of lance and plume, fish-eyed in the dew
the winestain knife throwing review with the target that never moves
I sat in a chorus of highways and birdsong and found a little key,
held it to my chest and it opened a door so I closed my eyes to see
Passiflora incarnata
Violet rays burst under five and three
Passiflora incarnata
Turning slowly where my heart would be
the sickly sweet violet perfume candied all round you
the centipede scars under my shoes, hidden from their view
eryngo patches sway in bloom, warmed in plum dusk June
wisteria whispers soft and cruel in ears of ingénues
I sat in a chorus of highways and birdsong and found a little key,
held it to my chest and it opened a door so I closed my eyes to see
Passiflora incarnata
Violet rays burst under five and three
Passiflora incarnata
Turning slowly where my heart would be
--turning--
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Linky Barmore Fort Worth, Texas
Linky Barmore weaves percussion, harmonies, found sounds, & poetic lyrics beneath intimate vocals that transport the listener. Drawing on her background as a music therapist and backing vocalist for various bands, her debut album “Luminarias” showcases songs that are “alternately and simultaneously inventive, expressive, questioning and passionate and that is a powerful blend indeed” [Brian QTN]. ... more
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