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Alight
00:37
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Wild Hearts
03:31
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Waylaid on the forest floor
Satiated yet wild for more
So lead me to the forests edge
Take me to your riverbed
Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge
Take me, lead me…
Sundown on the forest grove
Spider thread and mistletoe
Angled light, tangled web
Take me to your riverbed
Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge
Take me, lead me…
Wake up in the moonlight, in the moonlight,
In the moonlight singing
Wake up in the moonlight, in the moonlight,
In the moonlight with me
Wild hearts in the forest glade,
Teachin’ me to misbehave
Speak breath, cheeks flushed red,
Take me to your riverbed
Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge
Take me, lead me, take me to the water’s edge
Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge
Take me, lead me…
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3. |
Be An Animal
03:52
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Let us pretend that I don’t second-guess myself
And we’ll suspend the judgment
No need to mend, no means to an end
For the moment takes the precedence
I would be happy if you threw your arms around me
No matter where or when you decide
For likewise, in your eyes; they’re a sight for sore eyes…
Would you be my deer, won’t you be my doe?
I know you know a way out, a place where we could go
Would you be my deer, won’t you be my doe, doe
I know you know a way out, a place where we could go
City is a maze, no place to be an animal
Do you know a glade or a place ‘a we could lay?
City is a maze, no place to be an animal
Do you know a glade or a place ‘a we could graze?
If you were my doe, darlin’ I could be your buck
Take you to the ridge, watch the buildings burn to dust
If you were my doe, darlin’ I could be your buck
Emptyin’ our pockets, watch the riches turn to rust
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Northward to Nowhere
02:51
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Living Arrows
03:29
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All my plants have gone to seed
Some I planted on my own
Some have never needed me
Farther then the eye can see
Flown like arrows from my bow
Fallen where? I’ll never know
Golden limbs may spring from the heather
But I may never see them again
All my friends have gone to sea
Some are fishing, some afloat
Some are wishing they were home
My old friends are rollin’ free
Some I miss and some I don’t
I hope no one is missing me
Golden songs may be sung in fine weather
But I may never see them again
Looking forward to going to sea
Count my blessings when I go
Looking forward to being home
Taking cuttings from my trees
Fletching arrows for my bow
Living, loving, letting go
Golden limbs will spring from the feathered end!
But I may never see them again
I may never see them again
Looking forward to going to sea, count my blessings when I go
Looking forward…
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Rowan
04:28
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Who drew the line between Fall and Wintertime?
Secrets in the trees all felt like mine
It’s been more than three years
Since I first changed my mind
But still I drift away, and still I’ve crossed the line
I walked in my sleep right down to the sea
And there was my love waiting for me
Leaning his back on a rowan tree
Birch leaves paint the streets I wander wistful and free
I wonder who sees me? How goldenly I breathe
Still as a waterfall pooling below
Stare as water falls, letting me go
Oh, let me go
I walked in my sleep right down to the sea
And there was my love waiting for me
Leaning his back on a rowan tree
And gazing down, the watery moon
Starlings sing a winters tune
The morning floods my room
I walked in my sleep right down to the sea
And there was my love waiting for me
Leaning his back on a rowan tree
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Deep is the ocean on the wave that carries the whale’s song
Strong is the shoreline to resist the tide
High is the treetop on the wind which carries the sparrows song
Strong is the cedar that grips the soil
And I don’t wanna live in a monotone world
I want our voices to rise
No, I don’t wanna live in a monotone world
I want our voices to rise, rise, rise
Black is the endless abyss, within the iris, between the stars
White is a snowfall on a winter’s night
Black is the raven, the writer’s feather, the ink well drawn
White is a wild fox in northern clime
And I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world
I want our true colours to shine
No, I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world
I want our true colours to shine, shine, shine
And I don’t wanna live in a monotone world
I want our voices to rise
No, I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world
I want our true colours to shine
Shine, shine
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The Tyger
03:43
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I don’t kneel upon the pavement, I won’t buy a man-made god
But if I’ve nothing to believe in how can I press on?
I don’t tend to follow leaders, I reckon it’s the way I’s raised
But if I’ve nothing to believe in how can I find faith?
I wanna sing the praises but I don’t know who to praise
So I’ll raise a glass to every sense with which we can embrace……
Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
It’s hiding in the inner-city, you can find it in the deepest woods
But it’s hard to know which way to go
When you’re forced to read the book
I wanna sing the praises but I don’t know who to praise
So I’ll raise a glass to every sense with which we can embrace……
Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears
Did he smile, his work to see?
Did she who made the lamb make thee?
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Wolf Raven
03:29
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Dreamed that I was far from here
Wish that I could fly from here
Oh, if I was a raven
Oh, if I was a raven
Dwelling on the forest floor
High upon the wind you soar
Showing the way in, wolf raven
Show where the prey is, wolf raven
Wish that I could run to you
Underneath the waning moon
Oh, if I was a raven
Oh, if I was a raven
Oh, if I was a raven
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10. |
In My Bones
03:56
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Storm is done, the morning runs a river of deliverance
Colours play where once their lay a dungeon
Serpents coil around my head, the remnants of a quest I’ve led
Well, wrest this garland from my brow
And cast it burning into the ocean!
Where the mountains breach the surface
Reach the peaks above the tide
Where the rivers trace like veins across the whiteness of this isle
Solved the riddle of my actions, why I followed them to find
That your mouth means more to me than any magic could beguile
And in my bones, this I know
You’re my home, you’re my home
And this I know, in my bones
You’re my home…
Golden leaves fall all ‘round me, while following and howling
A thousand wolves with shining teeth pursued me
Miles I fled, through darkness tread
With nothing left to show or hide
Arise the sun now, light and guide me,
Through the brush and down to the ocean!
For in my bones, this I know
You’re my home, you’re my home
And this I know, in my bones
You’re my home… You’re my home…
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11. |
I Am Not My Thoughts
03:19
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I am not my father, I’m not my partner, I’m not my child
I’m not my life and body, I am not my failures or desires
I’m not these words I’m writing, I am not the colours in my eyes
I am nothing, I am nothing
And it feels so good, it feels so full to be empty… empty
It feels so good, I feel so fine to be
I am not my demon, I’m not my lover, I’m not my fault
I’m not my future creation, I’m not my legacy I’m not my art
I’m not my name I’m not my traits, I’m not my faith or my regret
I’m not the friendships that I’ve lost, I’m not my thoughts
I am not my thoughts
I am nothing, I am nothing,
I am nothing, I am nothing
And it feels so good, it feels so full to be empty… empty
It feels so good, it feels so fine to be
I am nothing, I am nothing,
I am nothing, I am nothing
And it feels so good, I feel so full to be empty… empty
It feels so good, I feel so free to be
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12. |
Young Lovers
03:20
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The rapture of your form adorned the shallows
Storm on the horizon and a stone upon my palm
I’ve fallen prey to every fear that gathers in my shadow
Skipping stones toward rosy-fingered dawn
From every bended bow there hang the hallows
Lanterns hold the stories here when darkness claims the hollows
Sea shell on your palm divines the road that we may follow
But who will light the lanterns but ourselves?
A year upon the road and still a dream upon the ‘morrow
Light on the horizon and your hand upon my palm
The rapture of our forms dissolve, young lovers in a meadow
And hallowed are those kisses in the sun
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The Living Arrows Bellingham, Washington
The Living Arrows, formerly known as Breaking the Spell is Alexandra Doumas, Loren Schaumberg, and Traesti
Luther.
We aspire to use music to rouse the spirit and evoke a sense of connection among listeners.
-photos on page by Michael Dyrland, Jonathan Williams, Thomas Doumas-
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