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California
03:29
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Golden Hills
Along the highway
Quiet yearning
Marigold
Muted memory
Dancing pictures
California, I’ve returned
Little sister
In the shallows
Laughing down the
Hallways of my mind
I hear the screen door
Slam behind her
California, treat her kind
All these faces
Names escape me
I can’t place it
But I’ve known you before
Time makes for
Shaky recognition
California, California, I am home
Winding River
Headlights blinding
In the blackness
Before dawn
I summon angels
On the backroads
California, I am gone
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2. |
Galloping
03:30
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Chewing on time
Chipped my tooth
Decades worth of
Bad news
Wind so cold
Chapped our skin
Lay me down
Lay me down
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Words in bed
Up all night
Bones clank together
Like a puppet fight
Twitching cat
Bloody moon
Lay me down
Lay me down
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Mouth breathing
Forgot to eat
In these walls
My body keeps
Blue light shine
Clementine
Lay me down
Lay me down
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Dying flowers
Emerald vase
Men in power
We can’t escape
Wild geese
Frozen ground
Lay me down
Lay me down
Darkness falls
I hear an owl
Or is it just a dog barking
At its shadow?
Table lamp flickers
Off and on
Lay me down
Lay me down
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Landline rings
A soothing sound
Takes me back
To that small town
I love you, honey
You love me
Lay me down
Lay me down
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
Soft circle dreams
Galloping
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3. |
In My Own Time
03:10
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Are you around to catch a spark?
To take my body in the dark?
Honey, please leave the day downstairs
Light a candle
I’ll let down my hair
In my own time
I take my own time
In my own time
I waste my time
In my own time
I bide my own time
In my own time
In my own time
Don’t forget to go outside
To feel the wind
To breathe the cold air
The winter branches in these bones
Know when to bloom
Know when to bear
In my own time
I take my own time
In my own time
I waste my time
In my own time
I bide my own time
In my own time
In my own time
Rose in my hand out in the garden
The feel of dirty fingernails
And, when the fence falls down — needs mending
I’ll be right here
I’ll love you still
In my own time
Taking my own time
In my own time
Wasting my time
In my own time
Biding my own time
In my own time
In my own time
Followed a thread and now I’m laughing
Followed a thread that has no end
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4. |
Dusty Roses
03:23
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Alela Diane: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Danny Austin-Manning: Drums, Auxiliary Percussion
Sebastian Owens: Upright Bass
Sam Weber: Rubber Bridge Guitar
Peter Lalish: Ace Tone, Nylon String Guitar
Kati Claborn: Banjo
AC Sapphire: Background Vocals
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5. |
Could Be
03:33
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I could be a mother
I could be a lover
I could be a grandma
I could be a daughter
Swimming in the water
I could be a dream
Could I be the meaning?
Could I be the feeling?
That you’ve long been seeking
Could I be a monarch
Flying high above
The Western sea?
Hold me without warning
Love me like the morning
Tangerines & honey
So long as the sun does rise
Could I be the moon
That’s shining down
As you lay awake again?
Could I be the lighthouse
On the rocky shore
Could I be the waves?
Could I be a brother?
Be some other man
Who came and went?
I could be the music
In the still of night
Could I be the wind?
Hold me without warning
Love me like the morning
Tangerines & honey
So long as the sun does rise
Could I be the blue?
Or be the mystery
Beyond the starry night?
Could I be the truth
That you’ve been trying to speak
But haven’t found the words?
Could I be the madness?
Could I be the roses?
In their quiet eyes
Could I be a goose
Up in the autumn sky?
Or be nothing?
Hold me without warning
Love me like the morning
Tangerines & honey
So long as the sun does rise
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6. |
Spring Is A Fine Time
03:35
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Tell me where did you go when you left this earth?
Did you fly to the moon?
Drink some tea with the crows?
Spring is a fine time to die
Daffodils bloom
Smiling yellow and bright
Sun has returned shining warm on closed eyes
Spring is a fine time to die
Oh, the rain comes and goes
And, the birds sing again
I bid you adieu, say farewell my old friend
Spring is a fine time to die
Spring is a fine time to die
Fly on with the black crows cawing
Honking with the geese
Fly on with the werewolf howling
Hoot owl in the tree
Fly on, Fly on, Fly on
Words slow as honey
As you laughed with your eyes
Drank your dandelion tea out on the the mossy countryside
Spring is a fine time to die
Spring is a fine time to die
You rambled these lands
From the east out to the west
And, now, we’ll hear you honking with the geese on the wind
Fly on with the black crows cawing
Honking with the geese
Fly on with the werewolf howling
Hoot owl in the tree
Fly on with the vultures circling
Fly on with light green
Fly on with the kettle boiling, mist upon the breeze
Fly on, Fly on, Fly on
Fly on, Fly on, Fly on
Magnolia, Tulip, and Daphne, too
Flesh is temporary but your songs will carry on forever
Spring is a fine time to die
Spring is a fine time to die
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7. |
Wide Open Spaces
04:31
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He works hard
Fixing small town cars
Could always take a thing apart, and
Put it back together perfect
Came out older
Three years younger
We share our humor
But couldn’t be more different
Brother, could we?
We both love wide open spaces
We both love wide open spaces
And that’s enough
Money earned
And money borrowed
The math don’t work
No matter how many hours
You clock
Years of drinking
I know it ain’t easy
To give it up and
Peel back the layers
Of time, lost
We both love wide open spaces
We both love wide open spaces
And that’s enough
Cigarette smoke
Belly laughter
I never know how
How you’re really doing
Do I say too much?
Or not find the words?
Out on the water
It doesn’t matter
We both love wide open spaces
We both love wide open spaces
And that’s enough
Remember fighting in the backseat
You threw my shoe out the window
Mom got pissed and made us walk
Together, for a mile
Down that old road
We both love wide open spaces
We both love wide open spaces
And that’s enough
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She woke up crying in the night
Had a dream that she had died
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
Saw her face become a child's
Then turn to dust as she lay there
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
Still, she got up in the morning
Felt the sun like Jesus coming
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
Piss, Coffee, Blood or Wine?
Living, Loving ’til we die
Ooooooooooo
She reads the news in disbelief
Is there no heart inside that beats?
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
Takes a walk and breathes in deep
A yellow rose, a hollow tree
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
A pair of shoes hangs from a wire
A man yells “prettier if you’d smile”
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
Piss, Coffee, Blood or Wine?
Living, Loving ’til we die
Ooooooooooo
A crowd is shouting in the street
While others stare down at their screens
In this land, our only home
They line their pockets with our souls
Men holding guns, and hiding money
Always at the church on Sunday
Piss, Coffee, Blood or Wine?
Living, Loving ’til we die
Ooooooooooo
Blue sky above, a raven cawing
Tomorrow never comes, or does it?
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
Walking on, the sound of sirens
Or, maybe just a baby crying?
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
And now, a form slumped on the sidewalk
Is that piss, coffee, blood or wine?
Honey, is this all we’re here to do?
Piss, Coffee, Blood or Wine?
Living, Loving ’til we die
Ooooooooooo
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9. |
To Be Kind
03:29
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Silver dollar in the sky — I see you
Changes waltz in endless time — I know you
Holding on in still of night — I love you
I need you to be kind
I need you to be kind, to me
I need you to be kind
I need you to be kind, to me
Riding out an angry storm — I see you
Dragging round a sack of stone — I know you
Even when you’re screaming, mad — I love you
I need you to be kind
I need you to be kind, to me
I need you to be kind
I need you to be kind, to me
Through the window, burning bright — I see you
With a heart that might ignite — I know you
Crying, yelling, laughing now — I love you
I need you to be kind
I need you to be kind, to me
I need you to be kind
I need you to be kind, to me
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10. |
Fragile As A Flame
04:02
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Rain falling down again
Seasons move through
I see the changes in me and in you
In me and in you
Fragile as a flame
Dancing through these days
Fragile as a flame
We know every light fades
Murder of crows cawing
Searching for gems
Circling like they’ve been holding a grudge
They’ve been holding a grudge
Fragile as a flame
Dancing through these days
Fragile as a flame
We know every light fades
At the kitchen table
Braiding your hair
Watching the window at sunrise again
At sunrise again
Fragile as a flame
Dancing through these days
Fragile as a flame
We know every light fades
The echo of laughter
A wild rose in spring
On the edge of a memory I whisper your name
I whisper your name
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11. |
Endless Waltz
04:11
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Sitting on the front porch
Another winter come and gone
Since I’ve been loving you
Went out to hear the music
And I realized I’ve been lost — for so long
Since I’ve been loving you
Oh, little sparrow on the wind
Of some distant, endless river
Oh, I’ll follow you down
I’ll follow you
I’ve been standing on a ladder
Cleaning cobwebs, painting boards
And, still I’m loving you
Shifting through the papers
Of the days that pass us by
And, still I’m loving you
Oh, little sparrow on the wind
Of some distant, endless river
Oh, I’ll follow you down
I’ll follow you
Moon rise, tide fall
Dog howls, crows caw
Kitchen dancing
While we have air
My grandparents are waltzing
Through the last light of their time
All those years of loving
And they’ll pass the torch at sunset
To their children on the shore
Their love, an endless river
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Alela Diane Portland, Oregon
Alela Diane is a Portland, OR based singer-songwriter who grew up amongst the winding rivers and golden hillsides of Nevada City, CA. As a girl, she listened to her parents harmonize bluegrass songs in the kitchen, and began writing her own folky songs when she moved to San Francisco at age 19. Since then, Alela has been releasing albums and touring extensively through Europe and North America. ... more
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