1. |
Ashes and Promises
04:18
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2. |
Blue Sunday
04:08
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3. |
Dark Star
05:07
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horizontal.... was the plane
and too many verticals.. reaching for a star
fell out of the sky ...when he played
......
only Oberon.. new the way
of a road across the plane
into the wilderness .. a dark play
...
and he stood ..on a lonely stage
and played a haunted melody.. twisting cadence
and a dark star fell when he played
and a dark star fell when he played
horizontal.... was the plane
and too many verticals.. reaching for a star
fell out of the sky ...when he played
......
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4. |
Friday Fights
04:39
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5. |
the Hopeful Shore
04:09
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for all the children drowned in the sea
the boats and crews that lost
there way to to some, far away, hopeful shore
take a brick from the wall
remove a piece from the wall
mountains and valleys, rivers and oceans
and great cathedrals all
may they remind of the small
birds that fly over the wall
take a brick from the wall
great armies may conquer all
the cities they destroy
and great administrators always fall
when they make a wall
take a piece from the wall
for all the children drowned in the sea
the boats and crews that lost
there way to to some, far away, hopeful shore
take a brick from the wall
remove a piece from the wall
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6. |
Rock n' Roll Station
04:09
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7. |
Rivers Under Bridges
04:36
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8. |
Spelling Names
04:25
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trying to remember what i know...
cream rises to the surface..
a rock falling in a well
flying in a plane over Europe
talking with friends or talking to myself
standing on stage at another show
a stone on winding road
to think about nothing makes me cold
empty mirrors,, empty places
a car on winding road
driving to town across nations
trying to spell my name today
write it on a wall in orange chalk
green light.. red light
walking in my sleep i can't tell
the with or depth of a cell
teen agers in prison teen agers at parties
some beautiful children stopped at the border
children and judges trying to spell
the name of the savior. a boat in a well
and good behavior if you walk on water
trying to remember what i know...
cream rises to the surface..
a rock falling in a well
flying in a plane over Europe
talking with friends or talking to myself
standing on stage at another show
standing on stage at another show...a stone on winding road
coda
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9. |
Syria
03:27
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Syria
intro
my mood was blue and orange
a caveat, and a proviso
i was thinking, about the lightning
a storm in Syria.
my thoughts were black and silver
black as the print in the Guardian
mud and blood in the Mediterranean
i was thinking about the children
ch
lets take boat and go see Europe
all that we have to pay for a blue sky
overhead and a peaceful village
away from the storms in Syria
i'll go walking in the mountains
the hills of Vermont and California
the wind is fresh and falling water
helps me forget Syria
but thoughts of black and Silver
Dark as the heart of the storm in a village
mud and blood in the Mediterranean
i was thinking about the children
br
lets take boat and go see Europe
all that we have to pay for a blue sky
overhead and a peaceful village
away from the storms in Syria
br.
lets take boat and go see Europe
all that we have to pay for a blue sky
overhead and a peaceful village
away from the storms in Syria
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10. |
Crane
03:46
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11. |
Walkie Talkie
03:38
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a walkie-talkie talks to itself.
a walk down Main Street or a ride in the bus.
-a boy on a page
that i i turn as we wave.
old stories, and a broken cup.
a bitter aftertaste, and fantastic love.
- a ride in a car
out to the beach. "mysterious waves".
and over head
in the night,
angles and gods
scattered stars.. in the sky
i poured green tea into.. a white cup.
i scattered news paper all over the floor
looking for the comics.
Picasso loved American comics
he stole them from Gertrude Stein "this is true".
he also made drawing from TV.
he liked wrestling
and drank herbal tea.
a walkie-talkie talks to itself
a walk down Main Street or a ride in the bus.
-a boy on a page
that i turn as we wave.
and over head
in the night,
angles and gods
scattered stars.. in the sky
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12. |
Apples in the Trees
04:23
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Ed Askew New York
The singer-songwriter / painter moved to New York for a few months in 1967 where he met Bernard Stollman of ESP-Disk, who offered him a contract. Between 1968 and 1986, Ed lived, mostly, in New Haven; doing occasional shows with his band, and later doing solo shows there. Around 1987, Ed moved to New York City, where he continues to write and record songs, and occasionally perform. ... more
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