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The Girl at the Tower
03:04
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A young girl sits at the foot of the tower
Weeping all day by the hour
Up in the tower her true love waits
They'll be gone by the end of the day
There's no time, no time you see
There's no time for her lover and she
They'll be gone by the end of the day
And so by the deathly tower she waits
My daughter, my daughter, oh, why do you weep?
Is it a lord or a husband you seek?
Weeping by this tower all day?
Why, my girl, do you pray?
There's no time, no time you see
to sit all day by this tower and weep.
There's no time, no time I say
Weeping by this tower all day
Father, oh father, oh what can I do?
For I seek no lord, and I seek no groom
I seek the one in the tower waits
They'll be gone at the end of the day
There's no time, no time you see
There's no time for my lover and me
They'll be gone by the end of the day
And so by the deathly tower I stay
There's no time, no time for me
There's no time for me
My true love is gone at the end of this day
and leaves me in this wretched way
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Quotation from "La belle se siet au piet de la tour" by Guillaume DuFay
La belle se siet au piet de la tour,
Qui pleure et souspire et mainne grant doulour.
Son pere lui demande: “Fille qu'avez vous?
Volez vous mari, ou volez vous seignour?”
“Je ne veul mari, je ne veul seignour;
Je veul le mien ami, qui pourist en la tour.”
“Et par Dieu, belle fille, a celui faudrés vous,
Car il sara pendu demain au point du jour.”
“Et pere, s'on le pent, enfouyés moy desous,
Si diront les gens: vecy loyaus amours.”
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2. |
Catch and Release
02:36
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He trolls around barstools with his wriggling bait dangling
And the big-mouth beauties get hooked on the action of his shiny jig
Catch and release
Most of the time he's caught in the weeds, but he don't mind
It's the thrill of the catch, when lands a big one that gets caught on his lines
Catch and release
My dad used to say, "The fish you reel in don't feel a thing."
A hook in their throat and their mouths agape like they're trying to scream
Catch and release
The world is a bucket of scum
The world is a wasteland of boys
It happened here to me
Catch and release
He'll toss them back
and stride outside into the drafty street
Catch and release
Catch and release
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3. |
The Bones Still Glow
03:26
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The wind on the highway tosses me around
And I think about thinking about you twelve years from now
And I think like I'm twelve and I'm thinking about now
Swaying between lanes on the open ground
I hold myself open, outstretched and wide
To catch all the years as they wrestle inside
Like invisible brothers who still hold sway
and spin me with gusts of future long-gone days
And the wind still blows, and the wind still blows
The wind still blows, and the wind still blows
And even though you know I tried
I never could tell you what I feel inside
So there it lies
Come and explore my radioactive core
Let's take a dance before the glow fades more
They'll find our bones still dancing in the dirt
In the old fields where they grow their wheat
And the bones still glow, and the bones still glow
The bones still glow, and the bones still glow...
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4. |
Switchback
03:40
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We roll through scenic routes by night into the creamy sky
Horizon thin as fishing wire
Please don't pass me by
I feel you in each sudden dip along the switchback route
Wondering who I'm gonna find when the road runs out
Your train glides west while I drive east
No signal along the way
I'll sing for you when I come back to Omaha someday
Wandering through chicago on an empty street
I hear the train and suddenly I'm swept up in a dream
I'm nine years old, the sleeper car is rocking me to sleep
But when I wake, the city sidewalk is underneath my feet
Your train glides west while I drive east
No signal along the way
I'll sing for you when I come back to Omaha someday
I'm working hard to reach you
I'm working hard to reach you
I'm working hard to reach you
Can you hear me calling?
Your train glides west while I drive east
No signal along the way
I'll sing for you when I come back
I'll sing for you when I come back
I'll sing for you when I come back to Omaha someday
I'll sing for you
I'll sing for you
I'll sing for you...
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5. |
Cobra
02:53
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Those early days I felt my skin glide on the earth so free
But soon my feet were buckled, and every step was steep
I found him in October as frost began to lay
Bewitched him from behind the glass before he could escape
He begged me, "Please, forget these fangs that pierce my gentle skin, and let your tongue rest like a lamb, your poison be subdued."
I did some time take rest in him, and settle in his warmth
But slitherin' folk don't work upright, and quickly I was leavin'
Give me not a place to rest, but fresh earth where to glide
And towns where non suspect a snake in their grass to hide
My heart is still a cobra out searchin' for a meal
But I try to look a lady, at least from toe to heel
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6. |
It All Comes Back Around
03:58
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So you've been studying
Cataloging
Measuring
You wanna know the secret of the stars
You wanna know the secret of the stars
Meet me at the boundary line
Those stars, the rollicking lovers that silently hover in Heaven above us
They'll go on, somehow, with or without us
At some point, it all comes back around
Those stars are drawn to eachother
Pulled in their cycles
Returning
Returning
Bound to eachother
I wanna be bound to eachother
Let's be moon jumpers
Pull me into your orbit
We're dancing
Encircling each other
Spinning
Shoot me into space
It all comes back around
and around and around
and around and around
and around
It all comes back around
Meet me at the boundary line
It all comes back around
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Spoken text quoted from the Gemini VII Mission Transcript
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7. |
Tyger
03:08
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Does your heart, the root of your arms,
feel the metal click?
Does it have a favorite blade?
And tell you when to switch?
What the flame that beats my belly,
skin taut as a frame drum?
What emerges from this fire?
And whose my life become?
Will I ever see the end
of this unknowing night?
And will my song still pierce the skin
to stranger hearts ignite?
Tyger, Tyger, burns now cooled,
now, don’t you look a fright?
Served your master as a tool,
but oh! how you shone bright.
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8. |
Melting Away
02:50
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My heart is like an open shore
Powerless to you
You're in and out like the waves that answer to the moon
With no explanation
A mouth inside a muzzle
A mind inside a cage
Consumed by the fire of irrational rage
With no explanation
Away
Melting
The night
Going
The longest night
So that...
I've heard it said a thousand times
"The stars were all invented. Equality of day and night is what they represented"
There's no explanation for the twilight
But while it feels impossible to trace our formation
The answers of our origins
The alters are forgotten
There's no explanation
Leave it behind
Away
Melting
The night
Going
The longest night
So that...
Away
Melting
The night
Going
The longest
The longest night
So that
Away
Away
Away...
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9. |
Ammie's Music Box
01:26
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You opened your door and you gave me a key
I slept on your couch and I drank your coffee
I rummaged your books and I played with your cat
Put my bags in your nooks
And I borrowed your hat
I remember the day your whole place filled with flowers
And all of the times that I cried in your shower
I can still smell the eucalyptus
You made me a better feminist
You're a velvet embrace in a faraway place
And I always go at a dizzying pace
But if made me so happy to see your face
At the end of a day on the road
Thanks for being my home away from home
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10. |
Measure My Life
02:35
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I had a big sky out ridin’ the road
A hog without a barn in the middles and nowhere’s
Came home empty, not a dime to my name
Life ain’t fair, so the cynics proclaim
But I found me a portable sleeping bag
Made of milky star-scapes and
Shaped like a cave
A bag that won’t lock, no key to lose
That floats you to sleep like a summer canoe
So, save your judgment for the pearly gates
I’ll measure my life in what I give away
Knock knock, I have a joke for you
Time is a sieve and most things fall through
The lucky ones are caught and washed anew
I still wanna count the Milky Way with you
Still wanna count the Milky Way with you
At the end of our life we lose everything
But my grandpa still loves to whistle and sing
Anger is a luxury I can’t afford
If I could do it again, I’d give away more
So, save your judgment for the pearly gates
I’ll measure my life in what I give away
All the good times wear down so soon
You love the sky until it falls on you
So, save your judgment for the pearly gates
I’ll measure my life in what I give away
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11. |
Fontenelle
01:38
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Amanda DeBoer Bartlett Omaha, Nebraska
Amanda DeBoer Bartlett is an experimental vocalist, improviser, and songwriter featuring "rainwater fresh" vocals (Chicago Tribune), deep storytelling, and heart-bursting emotion.
photo credit: Tommy Bartlett
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