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Winding Road
03:57
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WINDING ROAD (for a, always)
oh the roads we are tasked to travel / sometimes wide enough for waltzing in the street / only to turn and narrow so only one may pass / leaving the other somewhere behind
and so it was for you and i after a time we were not side by side / always a different view, not seeing eye to eye / we could have kept on, alone together for quite some time / if i had not heard a call from deep within / to take the road winding through the wood / and to leave you to your own winding road
telling me clear as the prairie night – i must change my course / telling me loud as a thunderstorm – this is not my home / telling me now is the time – don’t delay my lady, love / oh the path was ours and now this path is yours
well now you and i are miles apart but i can feel you near / somehow a string was tied tenderly between / and never a moment of wondering passes / if you and i have fared far better for having walked together
so when the voice is clear you must heed it / when the path is clear you must take it / come what may, you’re on your way / you must be brave, you must be brave / you must be / you must / and that is all
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Homing
03:47
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HOMING
the cathedral bells and heckling men / so it begins again / this morning on the street i found all of these: a folded paper boat / scattered flowers, red-blood / a pigeon, fresh dead with her heart beside her head
so i begin to search again for a petal, a poem to bring to him
so i begin to see again nothing will draw him in
my demons deep, my pride a well / throw a stone, no end is felt / but still my mind seeks him who held / my heart in his own hand / still beating for him, i am / just a pigeon homing him / but he does not want me in
so i return to what i know – all flesh and bone and stars of home
so i begin to bloom again – blood red i am
i see a brightness and i see clear / as i have known darkness long before coming here / here where the bells chime and here where my heart lies / warm and ready for her long walk home
home, where my people are / home, where the kids play in the yard / home, where sarah’s not far / home, where my people are
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Good Enough
02:52
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GOOD ENOUGH
this business is crazy / you never know who to trust / you open your tiny coffer / you get a pocketful of dust / the suits come and go / in their shiny new threads / well my threads are shiny too / from wearing to death
but i’d rather a song on my tongue / than a retirement fund / but i sure hope for both when i’m old / to draw water from
i’ve made so many mistakes / i don’t know where to begin / cataloguing the missteps / that bring me back to begin again / seems when i open my heart / it gets bashed in / but when i put up the wall / no light fills the dim
but i’d rather set the place blazing / and get burned again / than sit in the dark and the din / alone and wondering: do i believe?
this living is crazy / you never know who to trust / but you do it because you can / and you can – so you must! / and one day we’ll find it’s all turned to dust / all the money and the lust for the suits and the luxe / and aren’t we good enough? / i say we’re good enough!
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Anchor
04:55
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ANCHOR
your anger is an anchor and it keeps you in the bay / safe from squalls and safe from change / tethered by time and at the mercy of the tide / lifting you up just to take you down
you long to set sail in the blinding sun / shielding your eyes in sight of everyone / yet you turn away and scuttle down below / deep in the belly of your hollow little home / holding your breath in the hold of what you know / cradled on the waves, swaddled and alone / while they’ve gone their way, and you’ve gone yours
when you look out to sea and you see everyone / making waves and waving at each other /
do you hold them to blame for believing their dreams / are worth more than a fear of going under?
when you close your eyes do you see what is real, what is real? / turn away from the veil and see you are good, you are good / you are good
so lift your anger and your anchor and set out to sea / join your family in the tumult and the peace / may the wind be at your back / or you know just when to tack / may the oars be close at hand / if the billows should go slack / and may the compass of your heart / know true north is where you’re at / it’s where you’re at
yeah they’ve gone their way and you’ve gone yours / yes they’ve gone their way and you’ve gone yours / they’ve got their way and you’ve got oars
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Rachel Ries Minneapolis, Minnesota
Rachel Ries, hailing from the prairies of middle America, crafts sly and compassionate songs for the crooked-hearted. With an electric guitar and piano; a clear voice and steady hand; she deftly pulls listeners in with disarming candor and holds them there with smart and tender poetry. ... more
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