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Highway doors
04:21
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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
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2. |
Currency of life
03:29
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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
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3. |
Monopoly
05:06
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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
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4. |
All is one
02:51
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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
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5. |
Behind your flag
04:10
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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
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6. |
Message from the source
01:38
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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"
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7. |
Utopia
06:09
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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
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8. |
Blackmail
01:26
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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
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9. |
Goodbye, Poly
01:03
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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
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10. |
Goodbye, Trade
03:38
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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
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11. |
Boil it down
02:51
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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
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12. |
White bridge
02:34
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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
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13. |
Two energies
02:13
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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
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14. |
Time's like water
01:48
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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
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15. |
Sunshine Street
03:47
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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
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16. |
Yellow seed
02:17
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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
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17. |
Lilah
02:58
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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"
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18. |
Strawberry Town
02:58
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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
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19. |
Wild 'n free
03:43
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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
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20. |
Indian sun
03:41
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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
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21. |
When the Spring returns
04:22
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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
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Crane Days Gdańsk, Poland
Singer-songwriter from Gdańsk, loosely relating to the tradition of contemporary folk.
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