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asleep i sleep
04:33
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asleep I sleep in a rolling wave
of stars tattoo the moon
everyday I save a feather gave
a waxing wind cartoon
a dream I dream in cloud torn skies
that wilt without wet lips a kiss
to sew a seam of gone goodbyes
that blanket bound binds all of this
tonight we nest in the old crow black
there can be no coming back
asleep I sleep at the foot of your feet
a bone of song of wood to burn
beneath and slow we meet below
to river around each bend we turn
a dream I dream stone cold surprise
tomorrow born a thorn beside
in hope we hold a hole to hide
where heaven and earth coincide
well tonight we nest in the old crow black
there can be no coming back
from this deep rest at the sandman's behest
there can be no coming back
there can be no coming back
no there can be no coming back
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dawn she sang
04:08
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when the stars were almost gone
dawn she sang a sad old song
when the stars were almost gone
dawn she sang a sad old song
a song ten thousand lines long
when the sun he stretched and rolled his self up
dawn she sang we have wept enough
when the sun he stretched and rolled his self up
dawn she sang we have wept enough
dry your eyes and drain your cups
dawn she sang we have wept enough
when the shadows long began to fade
dusk she sang of a deep dark grave
when the shadows long began to fade
dusk she sang of a deep dark grave
a warm embrace and debts all paid
a warm embrace and our debts she forgave
when the moon silver shone a slice
dusk she sang sweetly love's advice
when the moon silver shone a slice
dusk she sang sweetly love's advice
hold her close and don't think twice
hold her close was love's advice
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wind ripples the standing water
stirs the sky reflected there
I run my fingers through the drizzling rain
for what we hope we do despair
trees lean in and succumb to the river
roots exposed earth washed away
all things born into returning
grief swirls in the kindness of decay
in the face of inevitable failure
we smile and live out our days
every breath a blessed gift
beauty manifest in her infinite grace
sunlight warms stone and soil
eases through the roaming clouds
I taste the bittersweet bloom of spring
take a deep rest in the here and now
in the face of inevitable failure
we smile and live out our days
every breath a blessed gift
beauty manifest in her infinite grace
wind waves the budding branches
blows a goodbye kiss to last year's leaves
in death we live in life we die
in boundless love rejoice and grieve
in the face of inevitable failure
we smile and live out our days
every breath a blessed gift
beauty manifest in her infinite grace
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i am you dreaming me
04:31
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I am you dreaming me
feathers of light on an expansive sea
the tide turning destiny
into what was shall be
what was shall be
winter winds breathe
summer pays no mind
fall into darkness
of gentle spring in kind
gentle spring in kind
I am you dreaming me
listening to song broken free
time's twilight hour decree
the blessed have no memory
no memory
night bears the shadow side
day is born to work and play
all the evening keys in tune
dawn is swept away
swept away
I am you dreaming me
fruit and roots of the world tree
all souls in sweetest harmony
he is she and they are we
he is she and they are we
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in there somewhere
04:49
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I was knee deep at the bottom of a bottle
touched by madness her delicate hands
holding me down holding me up
but all things come 'round to their ends
we danced naked with the fire's wild light
constellations tattoo the sky
I am in you and you are in me
in there somewhere all things collide
I don't know the names of all the flowers that grow here
the naming of things has gotten quite absurd
for beauty is as nothing can tame her
every sound a voice a song to be heard
we danced naked with the fire's wild light
constellations tattoo the sky
I am in you and you are in me
in there somewhere all things collide
I got strong and healthy digging my own grave
found myself rooted deep in the earth
when the moon whispered down whispered soft and low
asking why we so often settle for the worst
we danced naked with the fire's wild light
constellations tattoo the sky
I am in you and you are in me
in there somewhere all things collide
we ran like rivers to where rivers converge
tasted each other and spilled our banks
into the sea with a wallop of mayhem
and in this way we gave our thanks
we danced naked with the fire's wild light
constellations tattoo the sky
I am in you and you are in me
in there somewhere all things collide
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these early morning hours
flower into day
a blossom of blackest night
that fades to shades of gray
open fully into the light
that pours from sky above
with all the heart and wisdom
of a river boiling in love
these early morning hours
where time is stretched and thin
hold the possibilities
for something new to begin
the earth loose with rain
the dream still half awake
in this quiet before the dawn
where we might learn from our mistakes
may we learn from our mistakes
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Bertie Koller Whitefield, Maine
Bertie Koller draws his original songs forth from a place of observation, experience, & imagination. Influenced by the raw, straightforward approach of early American blues & folk music, as well as the gamut of past & contemporary songwriters & musicians, Bertie's songs are lyrical & rhythmic episodes of love, heartache, prophecy, reflection, the sun, moon, rivers, rain & so on. ... more
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