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Yellow seed

by Crane Days

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1.
I've been around for the winter I've been around through the fall played a role in the summertime buzz with a few handmade songs I've been around for the shelf life under absent sun while the wintertime frozen rails cured my heart from runnin' now those memory tides float back watch the cities up-close see the carnival strings and drums watch the telly and smoke I've been around for the winter I've been around for the fall saw some heavy and cold dark hearts dive in the river of warmth I've been to temples where silent monks hushed a whistling child saw the tyrannies and their sons raised in Sugar Town valley watched the vivid and long goodbyes with ol' Capitan Dollar I heard the rumors of modern tribes giving loans in dried flowers sharing treasures of ancient times golden eastern thoughts while the billionaires one by one buy all the moon's black yards I've been around for the winter I've been around through the fall now this Indian Spirit flies high asking life to belong I ran around my possessions gave my heart to the war all the enemies one by one told me things about love all those liberty moulding tongues and all the ant hill ghosts I gave everything for her heart locked the highway doors
2.
they've been selling you your water they were selling you your land selling you the forest they have thought that you are blind and if they could they probly would have sold you the summer sun they've been telling you their orders they were telling you their lies said you had a debt to Jesus and a debt to banks then quietly grown behind that loan but now all the myths unfold 'cause what they didn't understand is that the currency of life is not the money made but the feathers of the heart what they didn't understand is that the currency of life is not the money made but the apples in our gardens they've been selling you your flowers they were selling you your plants turning animals to wallets for the dollars they print out and if it payed they probly would have placed all the rain in bags they've been selling you their lawyers who keep telling you your rights feeding you with propaganda under health disguise and if they could they probly would have threatened you with moon and stars but what they didn't understand is that the currency of life is not the money made and not the wealth amount what they didn't understand is that the currency of life is not the money made but the apples in our gardens
3.
Monopoly 05:06
you know it makes me think... people wake up with a mortgage or a loan for their land and they are driving to the city for to pay off them banks they'll do every little thing just to fill up their accounts and is there really nothing wrong with that? so someone owns the map... I had to miss that meeting where they were knitting their flags I also missed the next one where they were setting the taxes there was a thousand after that where they were rising the prices taking money they print out monopoly... there's monoply for the money and monopoly for drugs you can't produce your own and if you do you'll do get caught and after couple rough trials you'll eventually be gone sent to prison for a lifetime, love so someone owns the plums... they wait lined up in a row underneath a bright led sun they all wined up in a row just behind the shelf with gums all you have to do is find a golden master card but is that really a smart way around? curiosity... it's what makes me ask a few questions below: must every fellow be a rat before he can afford a stone? and why should I buy land from a country of ghosts? isn't sand every child's home? there's an other side to that... 'cause if you're not allowed to do what you really, really want you'll probly end up doing everything that you don't, son some folks would like to build a garden but they can't afford the grass so they keep selling their poor souls with fake-cotton socks
4.
All is one 02:51
if you poison the river then you know that that river'll reach the ocean if you poison the city street that street will once reach the river shore, oh-o-o-o alone by that river I could wait with songs all is one if you poison the forest then you know that the forest reach your garden if you poison the city air that city air will reach the forest too u-u-u-u uuu long by the forest I could wait with songs to clear your head if you poison the soil then you know that the soil reach your bloodstream, dear if you poison your liver then your mind is creating crooked thoughts, a-a-a-ahr around goes the circle of bad habit enough is enough
5.
Mothers and their children cross the ocean of their tears on a little boat they're headin' to Greece their asylum is just a small tent upon a busy city street don't let yourself grow cold behind the colour of your eyes don't let yourself grow cold behind your flag there's a war and everyone's job is to open every border of the fuckin' map every little child from Syria or Pakistan has the right to read and write and dance have a home with laughter and warmth no one here should ever ask for those a thousand people standin' near the eastern side of town a thousand soldiers greet them in their tanks they're looking for hearts, but all that they find are bullets and grenades in your European arms our nature doesn't know the ways of borders and control the forests never cared about your wars there're Refugees south and more or less north east and west, Iraq and France are stories that we hold
6.
got a message got a message from the source got a message got a message from the road if you don't stop cuttin' the trees they will one day tell it to the leaves that fall on the street and whisper to your feet: "what you're doing to your kids?" got a message got a message from the source got a message got a message from under the snow if you don't start planting the trees no one's there to tell it to the birds which convey the message to the oceans and the seas: "not to wake up and scream"
7.
Utopia 06:09
maybe every city could be turned into a village with a permaculture garden growing near to every fountain where the folks would come each mornin' to be planting what they all need to be doing what they all miss to be sharing what they're owning maybe very kind of business could throw love among their interests to make people feel that their hands don't kill along the paths of profiting wheels and surely every company could launch a greener policy move greed aside and learn to stand for something bigger than their brand and maybe every country could be working like a love tree where a gardener feeds the doctor and the doctor heals the gardener where technology is open where all medicine is free but it is never forced and it always leads to every elder and child's well-being and maybe every river could be turned into a clearer co the soil would be better that's the key thing in my letter yet we need to clear the oceans ban producing junk and poisons 'cause if you don't do that you keep melting thin ice so if the waves come closer don't pretend you're surprised maybe now it's quite the time to reorganize our minds while tomorrow looks so hazy you switch instagram and facebook after work you move to netflix adds are adding an hour to wasted while those tracking phones are very keen to know what the hell is your favourite road maybe most of human beings could be forming small communities where everybody works a while and doesn't need to buy a new tie and maybe we could feed them lads who leave their tribes from time to time to be making things for you and me which help this planet not to bleed and maybe cemeteries could be lines of limes and cherries where people come just to share a sigh below the shade with no battery lights and maybe all church-houses could give shelter for the houseless pile that treasure and change it for food then send it east to reach heaven on earth pile them altars and trade them for beans what would be the best miracle seen ./? and just maybe every village could be lively like the city with art gallery inside it and a concert place on night fields where the songs are free and honest never written for the money so they are never dull and they are always here for hearts that need their medicine
8.
Blackmail 01:26
I called up my friend, my peer his voice was of sadness he told me the world disappeared in all of its madness he told me what tv speaks about all their passports the pharmaceutical companies are turnin' to blackmail again I called up my friend, my peer his voice was of kindness he told of politics corrupted and silenced we'll go where the piper leads we'll go where the tribes sing not gonna be fed by fear or listen to blackmail
9.
goodbye, Poly now I understand that I don't need more than the one that I love goodbye, Poly now I feel the wind in my hair warm heaven on the tip of my tongue goodbye, Poly now I understand that I don't need to follow every pretty girl in town goodbye, Poly now I'm in my roots and my boots know the burden of splittin' your own path
10.
goodbye Trade, goodbye your ships may leave this bay goodbye Trade, goodbye your lips don't speak our fate "always something for exchange, always something for exchange..." goodbye Trade, goodbye the fields were here to share goodbye Trade, goodbye they got lost inside you maze again "always something for exchange, always something for exchange..." I guess we're all pretty tired of that I can sense "always something for exchange, always something for exchange..." goodbye Trade all the river of the debt all the runnin' and the sweat all the ocean of the rent goodbye goodbye Trade all the sharks of real estate all the reasons for the state to all those tangles in your hair farewell the songs may bring the sunset sailor leave you light and clear black ships sting the tired night sea see you on the pier
11.
Boil it down 02:51
let's boil it down so if it's a choice between gardens and gold I would choose seeds I would plant trees like I used to before before your big cities got born and if it's a choice between money and grass I would choose last share my last meal with the night-bugs and and fireflies watch my bed swing in the pines so if it's a choice between technology and control and if they are one... if they go together I choose none go out and play my tunes in the night yard an if it's a choice between being lost and trading my sins for nails and a cross kill a man I can't see, who doesn't speak to me I guess it's not really my thing let's boil it... and if it's a choice between no fame at all and placing a song in movies 'bout coke write me off, I guess I could grow old picking them strings in my home surrounded by vines let's boil it down
12.
White bridge 02:34
although I've been painting you shady or black I guess that I am through with all that now I'm sendin' my white ships to you with white maps I hope they do bring healing to the past now I'm building this white bridge from scratch although I've been seeing you fuzzy and mean I believe that I am through with all these things now I'm sending white horses across winter fields learning to be lettin' in the spring I keep teaching my blackbirds to sing although I kept pointing you out that you are wrong I guess that those days are now long-gone now I'm sendin' this postcard with wishes of good luck hope your feet don't hit no rock upon your path hope you do what you are doin' out of love how I wish one day the politics will sing a song like mine all left wings will gradually join the right together for to fly towards a future that is kind "no reason to shoot bullets or fist-fight" tall letters will be swingin' on the kites
13.
Two energies 02:13
guess there are two basic energies that make up all life one of them is progress the other is of heart none of these ever should be left behind I feel the last one was I feel the last one was can we give her a chance to come back? there's just two basic energies that make up all life one of 'em is progress the other is kindness none of them ever should be left behind I feel the last one was I feel the last one was for a long, long time there are two basic energies that make up all life one of 'em is progress the other is of heart
14.
time's like the water when it flows time's like the water when it rolls my way time's like an ocean full of roads I know you'll understand the tribes are waiting for their call men they always need a helping hand time's just an ocean full of roads and on one of those you are my friend
15.
sunshine street she told me everything the sun it came down sunshine street she told me everything, everything the sun it came down on me sunshine street she told me everything the sun it came down sunshine leaves they told me everything, everything the leaves were my medicine waitin' for that early train waitin' for that early train sunshine street she told me everything the sun it came down sunshine leaves they told me everything that I need the leaves were my medicine, here waitin' for that early train waitin' for that early train
16.
Yellow seed 02:17
the year of the yellow seed came along with yellow leaves the autumn full of dreams walked into my street the year of the yellow tribes flies across this northern land it opens up the hearts quiets down the minds the year of our yellow plans came along with some distance you wander through the pines I'm pining down the rhymes the time of these yellow tunes came along with orange moons and found me in this room singing them for you who knows what tomorrow brings today I plant my yellow seeds on piles of concrete with visions of a big green tree
17.
Lilah 02:58
Lilah, you're the night you're the morning that comes with lights Lilah, you are both at once Lilah, you're the spring you're the autumn and the inbetween through the winter you've been seen with your sister on the fields Lilah, you're the child of all beginnings and all new times still I wonder how it rhymes with "the bride of all goodbyes" Lilah, you're the map you're the flower of all our plans and the last plant of the past Lilah, I hope you don't mind drinking water from the tap I hope this city suits you fine she said "it's only for a while"
18.
they lost and they found you in Strawberry Town your thoughts they kept traveling to the east your heart with your shoes they were runnin' south your cheeks they got red from the summer sun they lost and they found you in Strawberry Town your legs were as tired as the nighttime the day you have danced your way through the parks your blood it was full of the winter wine they lost and they found you in strawberry time in June when the moon is red and high your lips barely moved when you finally sang a tune 'bout the sea and the pines with your tribe
19.
Wild 'n free 03:43
now that you're free now that you're wild and free go tell the birds go tell them fishes what you feel run through the fields and count all the leaves on the trees now that you're free now that you're wild and free, my love now that you're free now that you're wild and free child come to me we'll sing your laughter and your tears run through the fields run through the city with an ease now that you're free now that you're wild and free, my love
20.
Indian sun 03:41
waiting for the Indian sun waiting for the Indian sun we walk along the sea line where time boats docked marching through the frozen, northern land the seagulls on the the night pier appear like rhymes singin' 'bout the mountains longin to be climbed waiting for that Indian sun waiting for that Indian sun waiting for the silence to be heard at last waiting for our tired love to wake up waiting for that Indian sun waiting for that Indian sun waiting for the Indians and their rites waiting for the Indian sun
21.
one day strings will wake you up near the pines they'll leave their rhymes louder then the city chimes and crimes the harbour sailor's will be comin' to heal their hearts when the spring returns to town with rites now the winter steers her ship hold your candle on night fields brighter than black tv screens that are planting fear gather seeds and gather notes your songs of hope soon we will be sharing those once more one day strings will wake you up with the company of drums louder then the city cars and trams harbour sailor's will be comin' to join their tribes when the spring arrives with brides the harbour girls will fill their boots with 'em '60s tunes when the spring returns for good

about

Guitars (ac / el), vocals, harmonicas, kalimba, mandolin, melodica, accordion (Monopoly), ukulele, fretless and regular bass, drums and percussion instruments - Krzysztof Wojsław

Backing vocals - Kinga Fałtynowicz
Violin (Goodbye, Trade) - Paulina Sidoruk
Accordion (Behind your flag) - Michał Mantaj
Double bass (Highway doors, White bridge) - Filip Arasimowicz

"Yellow seed" is a musical open letter to all people and tribes, an invitation to the treasurous garden of life, a call for home in the abundant arms of nature. It's title refers to the "Dreamspell" derived from the ancient Mayan calendar, according to which the main energy of the unfolding year will lead our collective consciousness towards growth, specifically help us in the process of manifesting ideas and dreams in reality. The album consists of two parts: the first one - analytic, lensing and dense, questioning the existing odd ways of organising society, particularly exploitative business models, systems of distributing recourses and information, centralized power structures, religious and ideological indoctrination and more, and the second - way more affirmative and spiritual. Both mainly focused on healing, sewn together by the the middle track "White bridge". >>>>>

The album is shared for free in the area of personal, family and tribal development or recreation, which does not include any commercial use whatsoever. I guess I got pretty tired of living in a world where every little thing we make is obliged to have a fixed price, so from the release date of "Yellow seed" all my previous albums also become downloadable without any charge. Of course one still can send me a tip, yet there's no longer any bottom threshold to that.

Currently I'm looking forward to join, or - if dreams ever come true - someday maybe co-create a eco-village, which is into permaculture and natural building from clay and staw, therefore all messages somehow connected to such topics are more then welcome here:
cranedaysmusic@protonmail.com.

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released January 21, 2022

All songs written, recorded, mixed and produced by Krzysztof Wojsław
Mastering - Michał Zeltman and K.W.

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Singer-songwriter from Gdańsk, loosely relating to the tradition of contemporary folk.

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