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Emily's Caravan
04:11
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When I was Small
the smallest of all
the ones I called Bigger and Elder would frown
at the mud on my dress as we drove into town
but when meadows next beckoned I followed the call
when I was Small.
When I was Klee Wyck
my blood ran so quick.
With my brushes at Massett I knew it was good
where the old ways survived, where the totems still stood,
where light filtered through, where mosses lay thick
when I was Klee Wyck.
For the paint never dries
when you open your eyes
to the dark.
When I put on a show
sharing all that I know
the society ladies reacted with sneers.
“That’s the crudest artistic pretension in years.”
So I kept the shadows, where charwomen go
when I put on a show.
I faltered and fell
like a mouse in a well
where the doctors were stern and my birds were all flown
there was no face I knew and no colour my own
like a penitent waiting for heaven or hell
I faltered and fell.
But the paint never dries
when you open your eyes
to the dark.
He offered a ring
if I’d do the right thing
I was fond of him, true, but I knew in my heart
there was no room in marriage for freedom or art.
I couldn’t accept though the decades might sing
when he offered a ring.
In my caravan free
just my monkey and me
I can dance to the wind, I can paint until dawn
till the moon has her fill, till the city is gone
alone in the chapel of forest and sea
in my caravan free.
For the paint never dries
when you open your eyes
to the dark.
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Castle on a Hill
04:51
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1.
He promised her a castle, a castle on a hill
a castle built of stone and dreams, whatever she might will
Come with me a-sailing across the ocean blue
A new world is a-waiting, a better world for you
He started as a foreman but soon he owned the mine
he started as a worker but owning suited fine
The fortune he was seeking was hidden underground
where coal seams lay a-waiting, a-waiting to be found
They labour in the darkness the men who work unseen
far from the summer breezes, far from the forest green
They labour in the darkness, the men who mine his wealth
They buy it with their leisure, they buy it with their health
2.
The colony’s best craftsmen are working day and night
to build a sultan’s palace, a palace of delight
With ebony and marble they’re working night and day
to furnish an illusion and sweep the dark away
A poison gas is flowing and pooling in the dark
It waits but for a moment, it waits but for a spark
The coal cars are a-waiting, we can’t hold up the flow
So grab your pick and shovel and take your place below
A master in his kingdom a laird of mine and mill
If you don’t like my wages another miner will
It waits but for a candle and then the mine will blow
and who will count the bodies a-waiting there below?
3.
But death that comes to miners comes to their lords as well
A ticket to redemption no man can buy or sell.
Before the castle’s finished, this monument in stone
the laird is dead and buried. She’ll live in it alone
A castle on a hilltop, a castle built of bones
of miners’ blood and marrow, of widows’ cries and moans
A castle on a hilltop, a castle built of coal
of many an orphan’s nightmare, of many a miner’s soul
Across the sea from Scotland and down around the horn
Out to Vancouver’s Island, where fortunes will be born
Come with me a-sailing across the ocean chill
and I’ll build you a castle, a castle on a hill.
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3. |
My Utopia is DIY
03:31
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I love the way you play that song
If you teach the chorus I’ll sing along
It’s new to me but I’m keen to try
because my utopia is DIY
DIY, DIY
my utopia is DIY
It’s new to me but I’m keen to try
because my utopia is DIY
When the pails are full we’ll go home and shout
“Crank the tunes, get the jam jars out”
What we don’t can we can bake as pie
because my utopia is DIY
DIY, DIY
my utopia is DIY
What we don’t can we can bake as pie
because my utopia is DIY
Chopped up veg in a mixing bowl
Fermentation is how I roll
Time and culture will make it fly
and my utopia is DIY
DIY, DIY
my utopia is DIY
Time and culture will make it fly
and my utopia is DIY
There’s a coastal route that I need to hike
We can reach the trailhead by bus and bike
We’ll pitch camp under the open sky
and my utopia is DIY
DIY, DIY
my utopia is DIY
We’ll pitch camp under the open sky
and my utopia is DIY
Our potluck future, our common dream
The platform of an improv team
What we make ourselves we don’t need to buy
and my utopia is DIY
DIY, DIY
my utopia is DIY
What we make ourselves we don’t need to buy
and my utopia is DIY
You don’t learn to swim by staying dry
“Make and do!” is my rally cry
May I bake and knit till the day I die
because my utopia is DIY
DIY, DIY
my utopia is DIY
May I bake and knit till the day I die
because my utopia is DIY
My utopia, my utopia, my utopia is DIY.
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4. |
Sleepwalking Nation
04:27
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O sleepwalking nation, arise in your ranks
and drive to your offices, churches, and banks.
Pick up a script, we’ve assigned you a part.
Mumble your lines till you learn them by heart.
O sleepwalking nation, don’t worry your head
with biased accounts you might have once read.
We’ll teach you a truth that’s so simple and clean
you’ll never have questions or doubt what we mean.
O sleepwalking nation, remember your pills
Obedience prospers but negligence kills.
The doctor is waiting, the experts know best.
Go study all night, for tomorrow’s the test.
O sleepwalking nation, the pablum is good
so take a big helping, you know that you should.
Don’t worry if sometimes you spill on the floor.
We’ll package it up as a gift to the poor.
O sleepwalking nation, we value your views.
We’ll mould you a world that’s whatever you choose.
The longing you’re feeling, the flavour you crave
will shape what we feed you from cradle to grave.
O sleepwalking nation, there’s enemies near
but leave it to us and you’ve nothing to fear.
Our spies are among you, they’ll root out the rot
and see that the hidden subversives are caught.
O sleepwalking nation, you’ve earned your gold star.
The teacher is pleased with your progress so far.
Repeat the right answers, make sure that you pass
and one day you’ll sit at the front of the class.
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5. |
Sweetest Kind of Terror
03:33
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Though you’re bigger now than I am
still I want to wrap you in my arms
I want to draw a circle in the sand
that will protect you from all harm
I want to shield you with my own mistakes
from every pain I ever knew
But I know that just as I did
you’ll have to find your own way through.
When I see your inner beauty
I feel a rush of joy inside
I want to shout aloud to all the world
I want to share my welling pride
I want to paint a banner with your name
and raise it high for all to read
But I know that too much watering
will flood the budding seed.
And it’s the sweetest kind of terror
watching while you come of age
knowing all the battles you have yet to wage.
It’s the sweetest kind of terror
watching while you come of age
knowing all the battles you have yet to wage.
Once I thought I was your teacher
now I see how much I learn.
Once I played the intrepid leader
now I try to take my turn
Once I hovered close for every step
that you ventured on your own
but I know that part of growing up
is learning how to walk alone.
When the changes flow too quickly
I want the rush of time to slow
I want to freeze this moment in its frame
I want to never let it go
I want to build a cabin in the woods
where we can dwell forevermore
but I know the stream needs freedom
if it’s to reach the ocean’s shore.
And it’s the sweetest kind of terror
watching while you come of age
knowing all the battles you have yet to wage.
It’s the sweetest kind of terror
watching while you come of age
knowing all the battles you have yet to wage.
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6. |
Breath of the Planet
02:48
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breath of the planet, once locked underground
is escaping
a mouth, through the ages held fast without sound
now gaping
wrenched open by fire unimagined by those
who first tended
flame at the hearthstone, this spark they chose
and defended
cry, you can hear it
heat, you're so near it
spells all broken
a new god has spoken
what marks us as human, what boon or what curse
do we carry
what force drives the animal dreams to disperse
now so wary
kindred are sundered, fruit of the land
has been taken
miracles woven by mind and by hand
godforsaken
cry, you can hear it
heat, you're so near it
spells all broken
a new god has spoken
breath of the planet, once locked underground
is escaping
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There’s a silence when I’m stumbling
over all I haven’t said
and it feels like fate and it’s far too late
as we lie awake in bed
and the distance that’s between us
could swallow centuries and stars
but I know if I could find the words
I could melt these prison bars
There’s a silence when the melody
that held us in a trance
has trailed away and the light of day
wants to lead its fateful dance
but we’re still bathing in the moment
of this oneness that we feel
at the core of our emotions
at the heart of all that’s real.
And there’s a thousand kinds of silence
of the mouth and of the heart
when we’re closer than a whisper
when we’re continents apart
when the lines have all been spoken
or we haven’t said a word
when the chimes we’re hearing
no one else has heard
There’s a silence when we’re both immersed
in our parallel pursuits
and we can hardly find a moment
to nourish our shared roots
I might mumble words of greeting
you might drop some well-worn phrase
but we’re both aware that the bond we share
is licking wounds these days
There’s a silence when we’re lying here
and all that I can do
is gaze in wordless wonder
at the loveliness of you
and the minutes fly like angels
bringing blessings from the sky
and the joy that we’re both knowing
is enough to make me cry
And there’s a thousand kinds of silence
of the mouth and of the heart
when we’re closer than a whisper
when we’re continents apart
when the lines have all been spoken
or we haven’t said a word
when the chimes we’re hearing
no one else has heard
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What songs did they play on that ill-fated day
when the fabled Titanic went down?
Did a cellist suggest that a waltz would be best
while the helmsman looked on with a frown?
It was afterwards said that the passengers’ dread
had been greatly allayed by the ragtime they played
but still nobody knows the selections they chose
in that moment of fear, when the sinking drew near
and at last it was clear they would drown.
What songs did they play on that ill-fated day
when the fabled Titanic went down?
What songs did they play on that ill-fated day
when the fabled Titanic went down?
Wallace Hartley, whose voice and whose musical choice
were renowned, was the head of the band.
It was he took the lead, the survivors agreed,
in that time of such need, far from land.
Did he rashly pretend that it wasn’t the end?
Were they fools to persist till the lifeboats were missed
to remain on the deck in the midst of the wreck
till they died with the crew when the ship split in two?
Or did honour and custom demand
that they play to the last, till all refuge was passed
and go down with their music in hand.
What songs did they play on that ill-fated day
when the fabled Titanic went down?
Margie Collyer averred that the last song she heard
from the lifeboat she’d managed to board
thus escaping her fate at the young age of eight
was a hymn in the praise of the Lord.
Harold Bride, though, sowed doubt when he put it about
it was “Autumn” he’d caught as he rushed for his spot
for two tunes by that name were to vie for the claim.
Was it worship or schmaltz, was it hymns or a waltz?
No one knows, for the cold waters poured
through the breach in the bow, till that once-noble prow
disappeared and was never restored.
What songs did they play on that ill-fated day
when the fabled Titanic went down?
Wallace Hartley was drowned, but his body was found
with his music still strapped to his chest.
There were thousands who came to remember his name
when they carried him home to his rest.
The immense mournful throng was a half a mile long
and the churchyard it rang with the hymn that they sang.
If you’re there, you can search near the Methodist Church
and discover his tomb where the details of doom
are engraved with a song he knew best.
The debate, though, is moot, for the dead remain mute
and their deeds are their only bequest.
What songs did they play on that ill-fated day
when the fabled Titanic went down?
What can music achieve? What do players believe
when they share a good tune with the crowd?
In a world marked by pain, does some purpose remain
for the rainbow arched over the cloud?
As our Juggernaut screams, fed on dismembered dreams
bearing true for the ice, is the tune worth the price?
Is it time to close shop, let our instruments drop,
or else should we play on, though the lifeboats be gone,
should we warble, unbridled, unbowed
with a smile on our lips and a swing in our hips
still bestowing our beauty aloud?
What songs did they play on that ill-fated day
when the fabled Titanic went down?
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9. |
Prometheus Unbound
04:56
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For the crime of bringing fire hidden in a fennel stalk
Zeus decreed eternal torture, had him chained unto a rock
where the eagle tore his liver, tore it bleeding from his side
till the Titan screamed in anguish but, immortal, never died.
So Prometheus is punished and awakes each day to pain
to the knowledge that his torment will be carried through again
but though racked by his oppressor, still the god remains unbowed
and he speaks to those who listen and repeats his vows aloud.
So the hope of all is waiting till the tyrant Zeus is downed
till the prison chains are broken and Prometheus unbound.
Prometheus unbound, Prometheus unbound
till the prison chains are broken and Prometheus unbound.
Now Pandora’s jar is open and her hope sustains the earth
With Prometheus she hearkens to the race of mortal birth
but a new force is unleashed, brought forth by Zeus to blight the land
to upset the planet’s balance with insatiable demand
and the hungry they are many, and the wealthy they are few
and the force that he’s awakened Zeus himself cannot subdue.
It’s the gyre that feeds on feeding, spreading miracles and pain
it’s the hollowness that grows till life itself is held in train
so the planet stands in peril till an antidote is found
till the balance is recovered and Prometheus unbound.
Prometheus unbound, Prometheus unbound,
till the balance is recovered and Prometheus unbound.
Are the cycles of renewal broken now beyond recall?
Does the flame of inspiration burn but in the master’s thrall?
Or are ancient ways of knowing born anew in modern form
in the dreams of the oppressed who ride the headwinds of the storm?
Or are seeds of new beginnings latent even in our times,
in the crowd’s determination, in the poet’s potent rhymes?
Or are days of hope approaching on the strength of common ground
when the sparks shall be rekindled and Prometheus unbound?
Prometheus unbound, Prometheus unbound,
when the sparks shall be rekindled and Prometheus unbound.
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