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The Avowal
01:23
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1. The Avowal
Poem by Denise Levertov
As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
and waters bear them,
as hawks rest upon air
and air sustains them,
so must I learn to attain
free fall and float
into Creator's embrace,
knowing no effort earns
that all-sustaining grace.
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Wild Acre
02:50
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Keep a wild acre alive in your love
Keep a wild acre, give it room to run
Keep a wild acre, beauty's just begun
Keep a wild acre alive, alive in your love.
Maybe winds will blow
Maybe seeds will fall
Who knows what love can grow
When those seeds are cracking open
by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan (River's Voice Music/ASCAP) and Jake Armerding (Joekline Music/BMI) © 2013
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3. The Soul Awakes and Sings
‘Neath the shimmer of this veil lies a secret worn so thin:
At home on this soil and under this sky yet and exile in my skin
Time will strike a match to the maps before your eyes.
It's a cruel reverse, some things get lost and some things can't survive
Even under its burden the soul awakes and sings,
The soul awakes, soul awakes and sings.
One tossed coin will alter the center of gravity
Ready or not, we're threads of the one and you're not separate from me
Fare thee well to the life I had in mind
Steady my pace, keep my gaze on the horizon line
Can't un-know what you know
Nor blind your witness eyes
Turn it again, inside out,
and build yourself a life
In the woods of old Bhutan fall asleep to an ancient hymn
and the wise ones say you'll catch a glimpse of your soul as it's always been
Words and music by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan © 2013 River's Voice Music, ASCAP
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Paper Wings
03:25
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4. Paper Wings
May is dressed in Juniper
Meadowlark overture
Waits for her measure and sings
Chemicals and mysteries
Spinning invisible
Grasshopper opens her wings
Everything's moving all the time
Every shout comes down to a whisper
Flying so high just to crash back down
I know you've gone off
to multiply and divide
and you don't like what you see inside
When did you lose your faith?
When did your angel fall?
Maybe you're the angel we're waiting for
Maybe you're an acrobat
Maybe a physicist
I think you're wiser than time
With an open hand
I trust the world to spin
As this old world will spin anyway
It's a fragile enterprise: we all fly on paper wings
Words and music by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan (River's Voice Music/ASCAP) and Jake Armerding (Joekline Music/BMI) © 2013
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5. |
Cracked
03:14
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5. Cracked
Caught, blood on my hands
Ain't no washing it off
Backed into a corner
Covered in my blind spots
It's all gone, it's all gone
I'm cracked
Held it together far too long
Now there's no holding back
No holding back
Hunted up the hill
Into the belly of the cave
Darkness, come and eat me,
I'm tired of all this brave
There's no such thing as home free
But all your stories have lost their sting
There's nothing left that you can do to me
It's time for this old bird to sing
See, hands in the air
I've got nothing to hide
Stretched out on your table
Naked of all my pride
Music and lyrics by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan © 2013 River's Voice Music, ASCAP
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6. |
Keep Moving
07:58
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6. Keep Moving
For Marianne, wise and brave.
It is a myth that if you're young
your life will not pass before your eyes.
Night shells, spot on;
I swear we were all but gone.
Family of five, women and girls are we:
Tanta, Oma and Mutti, baby Gabriella, and me.
Our papa got caught in the fury,
he's fighting, off fighting,
and Opa lay under the snow,
so we hitched our lives to this cart.
A fleeing frenzy,
toward the West we must go.
January
Minus 20
East Prussia, 1945
Only one way to survive:
Keep moving.
I have heard them talking
when they think I am asleep,
horrors committed by soldiers
against us refugees.
We're running out of options,
the Red Army above and behind
chasing us off the end of the world
and onto the cold and brittle ice.
What will be our fate tonight?
Keep moving.
Mine are the only feet
still able to make this passage
across this frozen highway of this
midnight Baltic Sea.
So, reins in my hand,
leading this horse and cart with my family in tow,
ankles two feet down in water
feeling for bomb craters in the ice below.
Fathers failing.
Babies broken.
Mothers mourning.
Will you eat us all alive?
Keep moving.
Hold on, Love…
I am holding
together
what alone can not
bridge
this divide.
By what grace do we stand?
Three women and and one child.
Music and lyrics by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan © 2013 River's Voice Music, ASCAP
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7. |
Where I'm Going
04:48
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7. Where I'm Going
One lark lifting her lovely voice
wakes the heart up singing.
Joins in in a morning chorus,
exultation ringing.
I'll take a little of that bird song,
bright as the treetops glowing,
play it back in my ear every morn,
I'm gonna need that where I'm going.
Little brook, you're a Catskills stream
sprung up over the hill.
Tumbling down with the blue around,
you give this city its fill.
Fill my vessel with your cool waters.
My thirst has been growing.
Wet my lips, wet my mouth,
I'm gonna need that where I'm going.
Where I'm going, where I'm going,
Oh, may it be so,
That I have the saints of all the earth
With me where I'm going.
Old willow draped over water,
Gnarled up like a prayer.
Wind twisted the shape she's in,
but she's laughing the breeze through her hair.
I'll take the tree in the reach of my body,
my branches knowing
how to bend without giving in,
I'm gonna need that where I'm going.
My heart's busted open in beauty,
grieving my friends gone home.
I've been too sad to get on
but I guess it's time to go.
I move in an exultation,
my mind exploding
with the voices of my loves
singing me where I'm going.
Music and lyrics by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan © 2013 River's Voice Music, ASCAP
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8. |
I Like Your Body
05:02
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8. I Like Your Body
I like your body stretched out next to me
Nobody sleeping, nobody hiding
I keep your worry down here beside me
I hold your restless here in my chest
Lay me down on this bed of riverland
Take me how you do
Your eyes shimmer sky
Your face awash in blue
I like your body in all of its glory
In all of its beauty, baby, have mercy
I’ve got your gospel shivering through me
I know you know me truer than true
Shoulders are opening, poetry sloping
Rock me and roll me through waters so holy
I see new country shining before me
A land that was promised, a promise made good
So good
Words and music by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan (River's Voice Music/ASCAP) and Jake Armerding (Joekline Music/BMI) © 2013
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9. |
You've Got a Story
04:31
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You've Got a Story
You've got a story, don't you?
I can see the miles in your eyes.
You've worked real hard to get where you are,
Yeah, you've worked real hard,
I know you're a star
You've got a story, don't you?
Worn around the edges and faded red:
Just the way I like it.
I can't say you look the way you did
the day that you were new.
Hey, that's okay, I've grown too.
I can fit with you.
You've got a story, don't you?
I can see the longing in your eyes
You've loved real hard to get where you are
Yeah, you've loved real hard,
I know you're a star.
You've got a story, don't you?
You've got a story, don't you.
I can see the mischief in your eyes.
You've played real hard to get where you are.
Yeah, you've played real hard,
I know you're a star.
Shadow in your shiny of your leather soul,
Just the way I like it.
You don't polish up the way you did
the day that you were new.
Well, I'm unfinished, too,
I can fit with you.
Words and music by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan (River's Voice Music/ASCAP) and Jake Armerding (Joekline Music/BMI) © 2013
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Falling In
04:01
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10. Falling In
In a deep dark pub in the back of London
I fell in love and I lost my cool
With a beer in hand and the juke box humming
A little Liverpool, little Liverpool
Well, we all went out on a Thursday evening
And I just tried to be myself
But the drinks got poured and the talk got flowing
And I was someone else, I was someone else
Hey, could you make up your heart?
I'd like to begin
Love is spreading her arms
I'm falling in
Her cheeks were red and her hair was crimson
Her eyes would laugh and her mouth would smile
I washed I her like a river Jordan
For a little while, just a little while
My heart was young with an old demeanor
My heart was grey, my heart was bored
But you never know it until you've seen her
What you're looking for, what you're looking for
She's the patch of grass underneath my snowfall
In my iron sky, a streak of blue
She's the toes of the trees underneath my sidewalk
And she's breaking through
So, hey, could I make up my heart
I'd like to begin
Love is spreading her arms,
I'm falling in.
Music and lyrics by Jake Armerding © 2007 Joekline Music, BMI
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Lucky
03:47
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11. Lucky
How many pieces of sky by night does the moon in flight encircle us?
How many times around our hearts every three-sixty-five and a quarter?
How many days does it take to go from new to full and back again,
and back again?
Some would say that it makes a dark, dark Friday.
Some would say it's a chance they would not take.
But even the man in black could not miss this accounting,
he sang out: Lucky
But it's less about counting
and more about grace
How else could I wake up
to your face after all these years
We’re lucky, so lucky.
A baker's dozen of clover rolls, the attributes of mercy
All the Grandmothers circle the globe.
And we are the notes at play all along the octave
We’re full spectrum, and lucky.
Music and lyrics by Trish Bruxvoort Colligan (River's Voice Music/ASCAP) and Jake Armerding (Joekline Music/BMI) © 2013
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12. |
Wild Acre (reprise)
01:45
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13. |
Country Roads
04:27
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Country Roads
Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains blowing like the breeze
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home
All my memories gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
Radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should've been home yesterday
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home
Music and lyrics by John Denver, Taffy Nivert Danoff, and Bill Dannoff © 1971 Cherry Lane Music Publishing Company, Inc., ASCAP
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