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Sink and Rise
03:58
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I don't want to sink to the bottom
But I don't mind sinking with you
Life will float us clear to the surface
Riding undercurrents of truth
I thought I'd rather fly in the sky so high
But that was never part of the game
Until you said you'd swim in the sea with me
Well, now the rules have totally changed
Sink to the bottom with you
Rise on a current of truth
Flying high was never the game
With you the rules have completely changed
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Trempe Ton Pain
04:06
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Marie trempe ton pain
Marie, trempe ton pain
Marie, trempe ton pain dans la sauce
Marie, trempe ton pain
Marie, trempe ton pain
Marie, trempe ton pain dans le vin
Nous irons dimanche
À la maison blanche
Toi en nankin, moi (z) en bazin
Tous deux en escarpins
Le long de la Seine
Allons à Suresnes
Pour manger des gâteaux
Et pour voir passer les petits bateaux
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Into the Ground
03:45
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You, in that time of the year--
cold season, dry season,
when dormancy's here--
keep that dark feeling deep down:
nothing inviolate could ever be found.
But it waits under ground,
then up in the crown
of that most patient tree
like whom we'd all like to be,
to be both rooted and free,
to be just like a tree.
Strange we don't feel that we feel
love first deep down for the fundamentally real,
not apparitions of need:
urgency, tragedy, the sweetness of greed.
The chorus of voices believed.
Change, well, for that we'd have to personally bleed
Into the ground...
Then up in the crown
of that most patient tree
like whom we'd all like to be,
to be both rooted and free,
to be just like a tree.
Just like a tree.
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Estuary
04:06
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Barefoot walking on that road
every step pressed all the holidays
into red of Africa,
then it spread through all the hues of gray
reflected on the lake,
the sky about to break.
Breath-stirred hem of Bangladesh
at your knees and hair across your face--
clothed like estuary birds
in the warmth of estuary days.
They'll push us past the waves.
They'll push us out to sea.
Whate'er will be will be.
If you will walk with me,
we'll always keep each other free.
Clothed like estuary birds
in the warmth of estuary days.
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One Little Buffalo
03:03
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One little juniper
Two little junipers
Three little junipers
Four little junipers
One little hummingbird
Two little hummingbirds
Three little hummingbirds
Four little hummingbirds
Four little junipers
Four little hummingbirds
Juniper, hummingbird
One little butterfly
Two little butterflies
Three little butterflies
Four little butterflies
One little buffalo
Two little buffalos
Three little buffalos
Four little buffalos
Four little butterflies
Four little buffalos
Butterfly, buffalo
Juniper, Hummingbird, Butterfly, Buffalo
Four little junipers
Three little hummingbirds
Two little butterflies
One little buffalo
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He Hideth My Soul
02:40
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Simple Toil
05:00
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Mary Magdalene and her basilica-‐wrapped bones
brought a fancy fame to the village of Vézelay.
But I like to think of her in her cave of cold, wet stone,
meditating on her man all night and day,
who Gibran says looks upon her
like the Seasons look upon the fields of hay.
What work-song started then amidst the juniper and sage,
sprouting seeds of memory folded in the soil?
Then aromatic legend came out baked by sweat and age—
it took a song to wring out the sacramental oil.
Now we remark in wonder,
blind to what went under,
“How blessed, pure, and holy”—
what might be made of only simple toil.
Sacrament is holding you and me;
Tighten up unless you want to be free
to love this dirty damn family.
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Tim Koehn Nicosia, Cyprus
Tim Koehn, currently based in Cyprus, teaches for a living but writes and makes music any chance he gets.
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