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Thorn and Rose
06:36
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I heard you play the song of songs
once, on your disillusioned lute,
out of the windows of the moon
I had to shoot.
Why was I ever born,
I ask the thorn.
Heaven only knows,
answers the rose.
I rode Apollo and in vain:
not you, only the desolate shore;
I wavered like the light of earth
and the old war.
Why are the waters torn,
I ask the thorn.
Because the white moon glows,
answers the rose.
Though the moon Is in memory,
the smoke of kisses is returning
oh, to the alphabet of fire,
and I am burning.
Why am I made to mourn,
I ask the thorn.
We love what comes and goes,
answers the rose.
Why was I ever born,
I ask the thorn.
Heaven only knows,
answers the rose.
We love what comes and goes,
answers the rose.
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kill the candle close the door and take a bow
there's only lunacy now
drink the lemons eat your words and swallow time
remember my touch
is a crime
catch the cancer frozen leaves without your net
paint me in black silhouette
burn the flying fish of memory tonight
flutter and fall like a kite
for there's nowhere to go
no windows but walls
last night I broke a key
you're as good as dead
to me
oblivion calls...
damn the stars and wait five seasons
I will come
playing hello on my drum
drive the vagabonds away deny the thieves
hide all your smiles up your sleeves
keep the flower in your palm and fall asleep
wake up in drunkenness deep
laugh at lawyers trick the judge and
ditch the trial
one day I'll land on your isle
still there's nowhere to go
no wonders begun
this morning I was cold
today we're ruled and
told
tomorrow we'll run
Larry Beckett
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River
04:44
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oh listen
and you'll pick up what I hiss
in syllables of water
all I wear is bubbles of air
I'm at the bottom of the river
kiss me I slap
slap me I kiss
I've had enough of love me tender
Old nights with the double-crosser
and I'm at the bottom of the river
love or freedom
I had to choose
the half-moon said and I forgive her
I've got the ghost or woman blues
and I'm at the bottom of the river
the lovers sway under the sail
and look into the stars and shiver
the boat slips on
its wake is gone
and I'm at the bottom of the river
Larry Beckett
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Diana Rosalind New Orleans, Louisiana
After being discovered by Bobby McFerrin as a young vocal improviser in San Francisco, I spent some years writing and performing with ensembles that remain important in the history of Bay Area arts, then did time tangling with the music biz in LA & NYC, followed by a decade in Europe, recording all the while, before coming "home" to NOLA. This is a partial musical record of that journey. ... more
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