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February 27, 2019
February 15, 2018
selection & rearrangement of "our mother the mountain" lyrics - townes van zandt
The moon's dancin' purple
All through her black hair
She's standing 'neath my window
The sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
She tells me she comes from our mother the mountain
She silently slips from her throat a medallion
Slowly she twirls it
in front of my eyes
I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison
Her hair turns to splinters
Her flesh turns to brine
She throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
Walk these hills lightly
Watch who you're lovin'
By mother the moutain
I swear that it's true
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February 13, 2018
selection & rearrangement of "highway kind" lyrics - townes van zandt
My days, they are the highway kind
They only come to leave
Pour the sun upon the ground
Stand to throw a shadow
Watch it grow into a night
and fill the spinnin' sky
Usually I just walk these streets
and tell myself to care
and tell myself to care
Sometimes I believe me
Sometimes I don't hear
Sometimes the shape I'm in
won't let me go
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selection & rearrangement of "rake" lyrics - townes van zandt
I used to wake and run with the moon
I covered my lovers in flowers & wounds
The sun she would come and beat me back down
But every cruel day had its nightfall
I've fallen, it's true, but I say unto you
Hold your tongues until after I've spoken
My laughter turned round, eyes blazing and said:
My friend we're holdin' a wedding
I buried my face, but it spoke once again:
The night to the day we're a binding
Now the dark air is like fire on my skin
Even the moonlight is blinding
My laughter turned round, eyes blazing and said:
My friend we're holdin' a wedding
I buried my face, but it spoke once again:
The night to the day we're a binding
Now the dark air is like fire on my skin
Even the moonlight is blinding
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selection & rearrangement of "nothin" lyrics - townes van zandt
Hey mama, when you leave
Don't leave a thing behind
I don't want nothin'
I can't use nothin'
Take care into the hall
And if you see my friends
Tell them I'm fine
Not using nothin'
Almost burned out my eyes
Threw my ears down to the floor
I didn't see nothin'
I didn't hear nothin'
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