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Soaring
04:45
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Instrumental
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2. |
I Am A Pond
03:18
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1. Ear-ly this morn-ing, I o-pened up my eyes
Peered in-to the mir-ror and was met with no sur-prise
Saw the same face as yes-ter-day star-ing back at me
But some-thing made me take an-oth-er peek.
So this time look-ing in the mir-ror I saw a lit-tle clear-er
There's more to me than meets the na-ked eye: Chorus
[Chorus]
I am a pond and I am fond of know-ing
There's a lot of grow-ing go-ing on in-side my hide,
I am a pond, a bal-anced e-co-sys-tem
Much more com-pli-cat-ed than I e-ver knew!
2. From the tip of my toes, to the top of my hair
I was a dan-g'rous "e-go-sys-tem", liv-ing blithe-ly un-a-ware.
From this gift of rev-e-la-tion it now is clear to me:
I hurt You if I care noth-ing much for me.
In the com-mun-i-ty of me and the com-mun-ion of we
I care deep-ly how e-v'ry por-tion fares. Chorus
[Bridge]
To the bac-ter-i-a a caf-e-ter-i-a
With-out these crea-tures munch-ing on my food
I nev-er would sur-vive
Some un-in-vit-ed in-vad-ers
try to crash the swim-ming par-ty
so my genes can't swim a-lone in my pool.
Al-though I've got a firm quo-ta,
I don't blame them an i-o-ta
In-side me is where it's at,
I'm a hap-pen-in' hab-i-tat!
3. If I was to be a cit-y, more teem-ing I would be
Than Tok-yo, Bei-jing, Bom-bay or L.-A.
It takes co-op-er-a-tion to keep us all a-live
So we're bus-ier than the bees work-ing in their hive.
On this con-struc-tion I pon-der to my Mak-er of-fer won-der
For I'm sure that some as-sem-bly was re-quired. Chorus
[Last time]
And And ev-'ry sev-en years
I am am com-plete-ly new!
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3. |
Lake Ozark Blues
03:36
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Instrumental
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4. |
Uncle Jim's Song
04:28
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Just another sailor
standing by the rail
The war was won one year before
How could Uncle Sam now fail?
From the bullhorn came fateful orders
In a bright metallic voice
The Navy boys obeyed them,
They didn't have a choice:
"Just close your eyes
before the blast
or surely you’ll go blind;
Go swimming in the water
with no questions in your mind.
We are testing atomic weapons
In the South Pacific Sea.”
At the Atoll they called, Bikini,
They promised no trouble at all, at all.
At the Atoll they called, Bikini,
They promised no trouble at all, at all.
He was my favorite uncle
Wore tattoos on both his arms
With jokes and games and funny tales
On this nephew wove his charms
Both his kids were born affected,
And his lungs began to fail
Doesn't take much of a detective
To understand this sordid tale:
Bridge
Those boys were used as guinea pigs
By the red, white and blue
Never asked for their permission
To be nuclear barbecue
Our government’s plans disgraced ’em
As the islands, they defaced ’em
Islanders?--displaced ’em
So the bombs wouldn't baste ’em.
When his grieving widow
Seeks the benefits she is due
The Feds just say, ”We’re sorry,
There is nothing we can do.
A fire swept through one building
And consumed the whole 6th floor
It burned up all the records
So we can’t help you anymore.”
Last Chorus
Don’t close your eyes
Next time around
Or we’ll be surely blind
Stand up and ask the questions
that are stewing in your mind
They’re always testing some new weapon
So let’s all remember, please:
At the Atoll they called Bikini…
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5. |
Simple Gifts
03:33
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Instrumental
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It’s another winter’s day in Colorado
Beneath a silver sky
Another winter’s day in Colorado
One blue sky moment, turns to gentle snow.
Last week the ice was thick and solid on the lake
Young and old strapped on their blades to glide and skate
The sun grew warm, white sky turned blue,
the green ice turned to clear
and the sign changed to say it wasn't safe to skate
anymore around here.
Warming earth beneath the gaze of bright winter sun
the tawny tan of everything that once was green
Only marks the moments between the growing seasons
And the birds that brightly sing, an early foretaste of Spring.
Shirtsleeves tempt the hurried to repack their coats,
Store the boots and gloves and hats away.
Yet like a friendly prank, the breezes shift
and rain begins to mist
and slowly it thickens, a downy mantle, snowy white.
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The water is wide, — I cannot cross over
And neither have — I wings to fly
Build me a boat — that can carry two
— And both shall row — my love and I
A ship there is, — and she sails the seas
She's laden deep— as deep can be
But not so deep — as the love I'm in
— And I know not — if I sink or swim
I leaned my back— against a young oak
Thinking it was — a trusty tree
But first it bent, — and then it broke
— Thus did my love — prove false to me
O waly waly — up the bank
And waly waly — down the braes
And waly waly — by yon burn side
— Where me and my love — were wont to gae
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8. |
Reluctant Busboy
02:05
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Instrumental
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1. I was a rather lonely gent, just the right dose of pride
Not too tall, nor too skinny, Not too much to hide “I
determined to find someone to sing the songs in my soul,
Find a mate, my better half, to make my world whole
I saw her ad in the paper
And I wrote my check right away
And sent it off into the mailbox
The very same day. Chorus
Mail-Order Bride, she was my Mail-Order Bride
My anticipatin’ heart nearly busted open wide
I / heard a honking horn from that brown truck parked outside
moment I’d been waiting for had finally arrived
the day I opened up the box and saw her there inside
Is when I met and fell in love with my
6-String Mail Order Bride!
2. She was a real beauty, gently curving were her sides
Her neck was long & slender, her hips were flaring wide
I couldn’t tell what she was feeling, she appeared reserved & shy
So I held my arms out to her & said, “Come on, let’s try.”
I cradled her to my bosom,
Her body molded tight to mine
I brushed my fingers ’crossed her middle
I felt her come alive! Chorus
3. Since we / both were unacquainted mine was a tender touch
The sound she made did guide me, she taught me, Oh!, so much.
My fingers ached a little but that didn’t bother me
We grew ac/customed to each other as she sat upon my knee.
She was my… Chorus
4. We sang just fine in private but soon there came that day
When I took her out in public my nerve slipped away
I looked at other couples and saw they looked so fine
The sound they made together made me doubt the worth of mine
A mere 40 dollars had brought her
From her birthplace right to my door
We hadn’t ever really courted
I feared I didn’t love her anymore. Chorus
5. So as some time passed by I grew more ashamed
Of my “bargain basement baby”, my wildest dreams were tamed.
My life grew full and busy and I put her away.
From the corner where she stood in dust, she called to me one day.
She nestled close to my bosom
Her body shared its warmth with mine
As her strings tickled my fingers
Together we came alive! Chorus
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10. |
Orphan Train
04:42
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1. I ain't got nobody, I'm in this world alone
and I ain't got no money, no place call my own.
My Ma and Pa they up and died, to heaven they have flown
so I'm Now I'm ridin' on these singin' rails
Upon the Orphan Train.
2. They found me in the city, livin' on the street
They found me in the city, nothin' on my feet
They said that they would send me
To a family out West
Now I'm ridin' on these singin' rails
Upon the Orphan Train.
CHORUS:
Orphan Train, Orphan Train
A hundred more just like me, who long to hope again.
We're ridin' here together upon the Orphan Train.
3. So we're goin' to Wisconsin, to Minnesota, too.
To a place we're never heard of, to see a face we never knew
I hope they'll treat me kindly
And maybe love me, too.
Now we're ridin' on these singin'
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11. |
Noel New-Velet
03:22
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Instrumental
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12. |
Air Falalalo
05:13
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There's a lilt in the song I sing, there's laughter and love;
There's tang of the sea, and blue from heaven above;
Of reason there's none, and why should there be, for bye
With the fire in the blood and toes, the light in the eye?
Chorus
Air falalalo, horo, air falalalay, Air falalalo, horo, air falalalay,
Air falalalo, horo, air falalalay, Falee, falo, horo air falalalay.
The heather's ablaze wi' bloom; the myrtle is sweet;
There's a song in the air; the road's a song at our feet;
So step it along as light as the bird on the wing,
And, stepping along, let's join our voices and sing. Chorus
And whether the blood be Highland, or Lowland or no';
And whether the hue be white, or black as the sloe;
Of kith and of kin we're one, be it right, be it wrong,
If only our hearts beat true to the lilt o' the song. Chorus
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13. |
Maquiladora
05:09
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Mario and Rosa moved with their family
Up to the border of Texas
Seeking a job, and a roof overhead,
some food and some hope for the future.
Early next morning, Mario went walking
to the door of the shiny new plant
But they turned him away, as he heard them say,
“Do you have some young daughters at home?”
For only their young, teenaged daughter,
Rita, was offered a job
In high heels and a dress, harassed and distressed
She’s working in the “mill of gold.”
In high heels and a dress, harassed and distressed
She’s working in the “mill of gold.” Coro
Maquiladora, paying just nickels a day
Maquiladora, you’ve taken my dreams away. (Interlude)
Michael and Barbara, struggle to make it
They’ve got Jason and Jessie to feed
Michael’s been working day in and day out,
and overtime right here at Leeds.
The rumors were flying, but he couldn’t believe them,
Right here in the US of A,
But finally the truth came straight home to roost
When he got the pink slip in his pay.
“This plant’s making too little profit,”
were the words from the manager’s mouth;
“Despite the big check in the stockholder’s hand,
This factory is moving down South.”
“Despite the big check in the stockholder’s hand,
This factory is moving down South.” Coro
Begun as a dream, of building a team
that straddles and bridges the border
“Twin factories paired, to do work that is shared”
was forgotten in very short order.
With few taxes to pay and no EPA
and no safety laws to go by
What began as a dream, twisted into a scheme
to avoid the public eye.
Our taxpayer’s dollars a paying To build bridges that we cannot use,
Over toxic waste flowing down under the sand that is feeding the Rio Grande.
And the companies watch without even a blink
As both sides drink from river and sink
That is fed by the Rio Grande. Coro
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Steve Eulberg Boise, Idaho
I stand within the tradition of handmade, acoustic,
home-grown music, giving life to old songs
and
tunes and songs by passing them on while creating
new ones to add to the mix.
I use the vibrations of wood and string, playing and singing traditional songs and fiddle tunes; weaving
together Celtic, Old-time, blues and jazz to create “Smile-inducing, toe-tapping, thought-provoking
folkgrass.”
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