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Go I'll Go
03:03
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just before i leave to go
i am not sure what to do
my things are everywhere
but i can't pick up the room
i'll go outside and write my spirituals
about my last race
i'll sit and watch my feelings melt themselves
at their own pace
go i'll go again
go all by myself
won't tell no one else
it helps
to open up my seams
let it all come out
and all by myself
i'll melt
been on this book for weeks
but i can't make it through a page
built a nest in every room
but there's not one place i'll stay
i'll go outside and write my spirituals
on my mom's deck
i'll take a pen and mark a grade upon
my last test
go i'll go again
go all by myself
won't tell no one else
it helps
to open up my seams
let it all come out
and all by myself
i'll melt
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2. |
Come On and Move Me
03:36
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Stepped into the garden after midnight
For a taste of some white light
Like I had had before
Talked to the master at the prayer gate
Sat at his feet and his stone cape
And tried to breath his theme
I was ready to move
I was ready to move
Come on come on and move me
I was ready to move
I was ready to move
Come on come on and move me
We met and shared a bottle at the j. clyde
I liked his mind I liked his sweet smile
And things were fresh and new
That summer night he lead me to the river
After the swim I sat and shivered
And waited for the kiss
I was ready to move
I was ready to move
Come on come on and move me
I was ready to move
I was ready to move
Come on come on and move me
(guitar solo)
you keep the tea cups
you keep the t-shirts
you keep the numbers
you keep the notes
you take a walk now
you make a phone call
you pull your hair back
you love your fun
you love your fun---
I was ready to move
I was ready to move
Come on come on and move me (4X)
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3. |
Time to Spare
04:23
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Keep it on the go
Girl you aint got time to spare
A hundred needs and a million cares
Look out below
She’s got nothin’ but a life to spend
She’s climbing ladders to the might have beens
Before her lifetime’s spent
She’ll make it real again
Share a little piece
Don’t you like it with your fruits are used?
So get to givin after you’ve produced
It’s time to save a seat
so run the relays with the ones who won
their chairs are ready and they wait in front
this is what you want
so get it done
Cause she’d been placed
On a surface made for sinkin
To the bottom of the vase
And so and so and so-oh
She would chase
What was good and made for keeping
And a way to slow her pace
Before they went away
Find a patch of sun
Don’t you ‘member bout the space between
Sittin still givin’ rest to dreams
It’s time to stop the run
And drink some water with the ones that wait
You’re so much fuller when you clear your plate
It’s time you sat and ate
Made full your fate
CHORUS
Sat down and takin’ in
This is of the full life
Build shapes and fill them in
This is of the good life
CHORUS
Keep it on the go
Girl you ain’t got time to spare
A hundred needs and a million cares
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I found my voice
Over Gillian Welch
Wet eyes in the screen light
The longin’ we felt
I found my voice
Over Gillian Welch
Wet eyes in the screen light
The longin’ we felt
If I could take your heart
Outta your chest
Flesh in my hand
Pushed through my breast
I’d have your heart beat
Inside of mine
I’d have your longin’
I’d give you mine
I found my voice
Over Gillian Welch
Wet eyes in the screen light
The longin’ we felt
It’s like the way you pictured your mother in the 70s
Bike wheels on the sidewalk, bare-feet, southern street, oak trees
Ridin down 13th in her blue jeans to the university
She crawled through the window, front row, rock show, soul glow
She found her joy
With the allman brothers band
Her baby boomer parents
Could not understand
She found her joy
With the allman brothers band
Her baby boomer parents
Could not understand
She married at the young age of 18
No need for career
No completed degree
yet she spent hours in the library
her life always full, with always more to read
she found her joy
in the museum of art
regardless of her losses
she would still have this part
she found her joy
in the museum of art
regardless of her losses
she would still have this part
when you’re down and feelin lonely you’ll have
all the things that you have built for yourself
If you ever lose your man or your wealth
You will always have the things you built yourself
(2X)
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5. |
For Blue On Black
02:32
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Waiting for things to come
You wake to the morning sun
Your book’s out; your light’s left on
Here’s another one
You’ve just begun
She won’t let you call her phone
Familiar became unknown
You swim in the things you done
You lost another one
New life has come
And on another ride on another night
You take the feeling
And now you’re kickin after another dive
Towards the healin
That has not set in
We’ll I’ve done laps inside my room
Fought currents of college rule
But I got out that endless pool
Friend you can too
Put down the bathing suit
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6. |
Move On Out
02:20
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Let’s work it out
Let’s talk it over
In the parking lot
I’ll write it down
In my notebook
Boy, we gotta move on out
Let’s let it out
I’ll lay it down
On the blacktop
Don’t give a goddamn
If there’s people out
Boy, we gotta move on out
Found our way back
Stronger than when we had left
I’m giving him things that are new
And the things that I kept
He took ten laps
Suddenly he’s come ahead
I’m wanting him more
And he’s laying me down in my bed
Let’s work it out
Let’s talk it over
In the parking lot
I’ll write it down
In my notebook
Boy, we gotta move on out
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Slip knot let me out
Just before I missed out
On what it’s all about
Kite frame let it’s line out
The wind it said the time is now
The time is not to dip out
Sit back, what’s the fighting for?
Rain came and now you ask for more
Look at your push
Watch for that pull
Palm grip let slack the reigns
Lay off those words, those frames
Sometimes your thoughts outweigh the hand
So won’t you keep the box off the man
Flipped cards showed a match
Suddenly I’m kicked back
There’s joy in my dispatch
New grounds found unmapped
Are making me turn dials back
I doubt the tools inside the guide pack
Wait, seed, there’ll be no forcing soil
Your hopes cannot create the growth
Watch with your heart
Let go your toil
Palm grip let slack the reigns
Lay off those words, those frames
Sometimes your thoughts outweigh the hand
So won’t you keep the box off the man
Woman, hold onto who you were before him
The brightest fire, an ocean’s roar then,
A tameless wind, go on then
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Celeste Krishna & Monarchs Birmingham, Alabama
Celeste Krishna is a Southern expressionist music artist, songwriter, and producer originally from Birmingham, Alabama, who is now based in Brooklyn, New York. With an ensemble of musicians she calls “Monarchs,” Celeste creates a range of poetic songs that have musical notes of Van Morrison, Lauryn Hill, and Björk. ... more
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