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Meet me in the sunlight on the banks of Webster Stream
Where the heron warms his back and the jaybird sings his theme
I'll be sitting on a rough stone, washed up like debris
From the flood of springtime dreams
Show me where the mayflies hatch and peepers hum
I'm tired of standing tall for when the next work call comes
How dreary to be somebody displayed on the marquee
Of the flood of springtime dreams
We hear the men of action, their cowboy philosophy
They say this world is to be lived, that God created it for thee
We'd love to be good ole boys, but all we seem to see
Is a flood of springtime dreams
They howl, "money in your pockets, girls around your sleeves,
Faster running horses, as many guitars as you please"
Some folks can ride that wave, but I'm just drowning on my knees
In the flood of springtime dreams
I'm waiting on the eyes of the one that I adore
She doesn't have a name, though I've caught her scent before
The highest stations we may claim are apparitions on the screen
Of her flood of springtime dreams
Feed me to your servants, but save my heart for thee
My eyes will be more savory for you're the last they'll see
I cast myself into the fire that burns away this worldly scene and return recast
In the flood of springtime dreams
Meet me in the sunlight on the banks of Webster Stream
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2. |
Lying with My Baby
03:21
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Lying with my baby in the summer
We know our spots cuz we was struck by cupid’s arrow, long ago
Lying with my baby in the summer
melting away our woes
Lying with my baby in the summer
Feeling wild and free as we read Henry David Thoreau, toe to toe
Lying with my baby in the summer
hanging loose and slow
Lightning on the horizon, ocean churning
Our sighs are mingling with the whistle of the train below
Lying with my baby in the summer
We feeling lucky cuz all we are is Jane and John Doe,
caught in a golden glow
Lying with my baby underneath a double rainbow
Lying with my baby in the summer
We are the cypress and the iris of indigo on the brush of Van Gogh
Lying with my baby in the summer sun
Acting like we don’t care bout anyone
Round the clock loving til the morning comes
Feel the waves crashing, out thoughts undone
Lying with my baby in the summer sun
Acting like we don’t care bout anyone
Round the clock loving til the morning comes
Feel the waves crashing
Lying with my baby in the summer sun
Mirror of creation, with the tides we come
Consummation of relation, our salvation begun
Feel the waves crashing, our thoughts undone
Lying with my baby in the summer sun
Hear our declaration of the kingdom come
Transcend our incarnation til there’s only One
Feel the waves crashing
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3. |
Love's Arroyo
04:08
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That trip we took to the Pueblo
Them feather ear rings at the fair
Spot of mole on your linen skirt
Rest of the evening in our underwear
Like the lines in this arroyo
My heart it shows the signs
Of love’s once raging river
Of your water’s life divine
Playing fiddle in the canyon
You dancing to the tune
Promenade et allemande
You were my monsoon
Now my heart may be as brittle
As the desert is bone dry
But a channel has been dug
For the returning water to find
And after all we’ve been through
The fights and the boohoos
Somehow my heart beats on
This Love ain’t gone
Lips ablaze at the gates of the metro
The promise of our first eye to eye
Picking flowers for your healing tinctures
Their sweetness a mirror of our insides
I’m dreaming of a flash flood
But my heart it pays the price
For you’ve moved on without me
And I’m standing in the same river twice
Though I was made to ramble
Perhaps I was the loyal one
For to me you’ll always be
In the red cotton field and burning dawn
New water will seek its level
The wash’s course may slightly change
But the path to Love’s Rio Grande
Will always carry your holy Name
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4. |
Hoophead's Country Blues
03:17
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We are the plan and we’re strutting our stuff
The deal is sealed when we show up
May look in over our heads, sure enough
But the magic of the man ain’t in the size of his truck
Awe babe, just blow em a kiss
Cuz babe, they just talking bout practice
Don’t beat around the burning bush
Send the real muscle when shove comes to push
Send the ones beyond preparation
Send me and my brethren, send the Peace nation
Awe babe, follow your bliss
Cuz babe, they just talking bout practice
Don’t listen to em honey, go on and put on that dress
They say “tsk-tsk” but they don’t know with what they're messing
Take it from A.I., don your threads
The cup holds an ocean for a true hoophead
Awe babe, listen to em hiss
Cuz babe, they just talking bout practice
When things aim’t happening we’ll take the blame
That’s the price you pay to love the game
The will to win, no it ain’t teachable
But with the Big Ticket, “Anything is possible!”
Awe babe, this life’s make or miss
But babe, they just talking bout practice
Babe, they already lost a step
Cuz babe, they only thinking bout prep
Babe, they can’t nothing prove
Cuz babe, they just rehearsing their moves
And baby, they’re all amiss
Cuz babe, they just talking bout practice
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5. |
Rattlebox
04:24
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Well this worn out jacket
Hasn’t given up the ghost just yet
Go on and don that cowboy slicker
Find what dreams does it beget
And that beat up old guitar
Has still got a tune or two
Don’t be shy, let fly on that rattlebox, baby
And see what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Don’t be shy, let fly on that rattlebox, baby
And see what it does to you
Slide between bronze strings serene
Find headstone and the broom
This clan began in the hexagram
Where the cauldron meets the pew
A bolted door on the second floor
Two tables in the light of the moon
And on your flesh a second guess
As you feel what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
And on your flesh a second guess
It's you that turns the screw
The eye that haunts the confidant
peers through your cheap perfume
The crone has come and your precious one’s
Black hair is in her loom
Flee between the shoulder blades
The shattered glass a clue
Take the cloak, Her names invoke
To become what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Take the cloak, Her names invoke
But know the crone is you
Sip a tulip chalice made
To show the future’s hue
Sacrifice a paradise
Break through the night’s taboo
Dream is told, no ends unfold
The mirror’s dance ensues
Step beneath the stars unsheathed
And kiss what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Step beneath the stars unsheathed
And kiss what blows on through
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6. |
Heart of the Mountain
04:57
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Subway clacking and knuckles skinned
Faces yearning to meet day’s end
City love will rub you raw
City love ain’t love at all
There’s an elemental child
Weaving a dance to cosmic song
I hopped on her wing and the wind took me to where I belong
I went to the Mountain
And a voice cracked through the air
Washed away all my despair
It was you that I found there
In the heart of the Mountain
My dandelion of the frontier
There are no signposts and the roads, they disappear
Brown hand panning in water clear
My Mountain Mama with sage skin and heather hair
You may feel feeble, but I see you’re strong
Won’t you hop on my wing and the wind
will take us to where we belong
In the heart of the Mountain
Where a spring flows to meet our prayers
Down the canyon flows away our cares
We’re born anew as a holy pair
In the heart of the Mountain
The valley is long and wild
And in time we’ll cross the Great Divide
For now, we have the taste of water in our lives
In the heart of the Mountain
Where a spring flows to meet our prayers
Down the canyon flows away our cares
We’re born anew as a holy pair
In the heart of the Mountain
Subway clacking and knuckles skinned
Faces yearning to meet day’s end
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Pinhole Pass
04:00
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We danced neath the moon
To the cedar drum’s tune
We’ve been guided by the stars
We spent all we can get
On dreams and cheap cigars
Our saddlebags won’t make the trip
For all we have will be stripped
Of name and of mass
For at the end of our destiny
Lies a Pinhole Pass
We cannot take it with us to the land of the Tao
I have no answer, the song won’t help you now
We are the being
Through which the Prophet was seeing
All things as they are
We’re the sons of the ones
With hungry eyes in life’s bazaar
We shall be beaten
Burned and named as heathens
For without law we are dressed
But after taking our lot
We’ll be received to the breast
We cannot take it with us to the land of the Tao
I have no answer, the song won’t help you now
A song is just snake oil
You make it work for you
I’m just the salesmen
Doing as I do
There will come a time
When all song will step aside
Pure light of being
All that’s left of the guide
You cannot take me with you to the land of the Tao
I have no answer, the song won’t help you now
I have no answer, the song won’t help you now
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8. |
Shores of Mercy
04:12
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Beneath the moonless sky the night gives way to day
Among the highway signs and truck stop cafes
This morn they guide my ride away from a friend
And lead it onward, bend after bend
To the edge of space and time
Where the rubber meets the mind
Dusty eyes and a dehydrated smile
Greet the toll maids, mile after mile
Our howdy-hellos grace the pavement underneath
We all walk this road with more than our feet
To the edge of space and time
Where the rubber meets the mind
Love knows no boundaries
Love always trusts
Love guides the way
From clay to dust
We’ll be sitting on the Shores of Mercy
Staring at the evening sun
Where the two worlds meet
And our souls are one
A neon stop to appease an appetite
Scrambled brain waves meet a waitress out of sight
A coffee for the road, a memory of my friend
Whom in this life I will only see again
At the edge of space and time
Where the rubber meets the mind
Love knows no boundaries
Love always trusts
Love guides the way
From clay to dust
We’ll be sitting on the Shores of Mercy
Staring at the evening sun
Where the two worlds meet
And our souls are one
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9. |
Winged Kiss
04:28
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O ye traveler, leave the path behind
Step out and all becomes the way divine
What ladder is this
Just behind the winged kiss?
O ye dreamer, leave all image behind
When it dissolves there’s not but union divine
What light appears
Beyond the tears of the seven spheres?
When the path begins to fade
And the jinn are on the come
You’ll know home ain’t where the heart is
It’s where you begin from
O ye lover, leave another behind
Turn your eye to the one face divine
What offers this embrace
From the abyss of our birthplace?
O ye sculptor, leave the self behind
When it departs you’ll be the form divine
Who’s life is this
In which we vanish?
When the call comes from inside
To transgress the rule of thumb
You’ll know home ain’t where the heart is
It’s where you begin from
There is a heart inside the heart
And a home beyond the seas
There is a you inside of you
And a me inside of me
When the inner tether is cut
And the the dimensions succumb
You’ll know home is where the heart was
And the place it’s coming from
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10. |
Muscadine Wine
04:24
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I’ve been to church honey, fulfilled my duties
I baked that bread well before dawn
Fishes and crosses I laid on them pastries
Reading Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Martha my lady, she tended the vineyard
Made enough drink to last wintertime
On Sundays our goods were laid together
The Blood of our Lamb was Muscadine Wine
Oh I hear her singing
With a dress as white as snow
Dear Martha save that flask of oil
For I’ll be coming home
Days of nothing were filled with something
I fed her belly, she opened my heart
Laid my hands on her hips in the kitchen
Didn’t need no wine to get drunk on her love
She’d wash my feet and gain a mountain
I’d rest each moment in her skirt’s folds entwined
My prayers were kisses, her eyes the sermon
The pulpit our bed under the True Vine
Oh I hear her sighing
While deepening shadows fall
Dear Martha save that flask of oil
We’ll replay the sports of our love
Jesus was jealous, as were the angels
They bore her away to her eternal home
But they have the Garden, His Mercy and Beauty
Could have left a little light under the celestial dome
This side of Jordan the drink has gone sweet to sour
She was the water and I am the meek
The vines are sunburnt and grow no flowers
And I belly that blood six days a week
Oh I hear her singing
“There’s a Fountain flowing for the Soul...”
Dear Martha save that flask of oil,
I long to drink you once more
It shall pass, our wedding night is upon us
We’ll take our vows below the ground
And ascend up to heaven with your light a-shining
Our honeymoon will be in eternal sound
We’ll add to that vibration a chorus of elation
We’ll delude the eyes of a few angel spies
We’ll show Moses and Pharaoh a more perfect union
We’ll dance hand in hand under cerulean skies
To her I send my singing
While deepening shadows fall
Dear Martha save that flask of oil
Towards you I’m moving on
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11. |
Hymn of the Harvest
02:44
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Deep underground from the seasons concealed
In the heart of time lies a wound to be healed
God plants fortune’s seed, but creation refrains
From sowing her kiss of sunlight and rain
Be patient my love, for longing is blessed
In this tellurian pain lies the promise
Of harvest’s first fruit song undressed
Tween matter and essence our tired arms outstretched
Earth mother devouring within God’s caress
Our head is the dowry, our heart is the prize
For we yield the harvest and she wields the scythe
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12. |
D&RGW Chili Line Blues
02:38
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Thinking about why my baby left me
Sitting on a whistling train
Probably because I done sat myself there
Instead of plowing field with grain
Lightning is striking in the mountains
Man I want to feel that rain
Standing naked in the moonlight
Raising hands above my head
Slipping into the hemlock’s shadow
Never to be heard from again
Love is streaking across the valley
Can you feel it as we did back then?
Hope to see you when we reach the end
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Michael Kiel Cash New York, New York
Michael Kiel Cash weaves tradition, authenticity, and decades of musical experience into a brand new, roots-inspired solo project. Infusing themes of mythology, philosophy, and the esoteric with familiar images of the American landscape and way of life, Michael Kiel Cash has devised an entirely unique and entrancing approach to contemporary folk music. ... more
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