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Intro
00:45
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The River Rises
03:16
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The River Rises
He takes two steps ahead
Snaps a branch off the river pine
Mud caking on his neck
He turns half way to find my eyes
I know better than to want this
The treasures and the charms
I know better than to haunt this
I can hear the alarms
And the sages say let your deepest love go unknown
In the closeness of you these words get overthrown
The old pages say let your deepest love go unspoken
But ohhhhhh, here I go
The river rises to my chest
a cold, crackling
Do we wait for love to eat out of our hands
or exhaust ourselves with the tackling?
I know better than to want this
The treasures and the charms
I know better than to haunt this
I can hear the alarms
And the sages say let your deepest love go unknown
In the closeness of you these words get overthrown
The old pages say let your deepest love go unspoken
But ohhhhhh, here I go
He takes two steps ahead
Snaps a branch off the river pine
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Into the Woods
02:57
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Into the Woods : Ten Cent Poetry
When we first kissed I saw sting rays jumping, sting rays jumping
Blue gray figures, figures rustling, figures rustling in the salt of the sea
The ocean buckled and water made tears, water made tears
Forming warm pools in the shells, in the shells, of my ears
Let's get out this dead space
Let's get out this head race
Let's get out this dead place
And into, and into the woods
When we first took off each other's . . . each other's
A rose red phoenix circled above
The galaxy bowed and the sun was swallowed
Let's get out this dead space
Let's get out this head race
Let's get out this dead place
And into, and into the woods
When you first entered (held me), entered me gently, you entered me gently
I felt the kindness of all of your family
Let's get out this dead space
Let's get out this head race
Let's get out this dead place
And into, and into the woods
Making love, making love in the woods. . . .
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Throw a little glitter in my eyes
Throw a little glitter in my eyes
I want your sparkle to smear out my sight
Throw a little glitter in my eyes
Chorus
Baby I've missed a lot of beats
I've been the lonely freak
Waving my arms off in the parking lot heat
But you, you, you treat me so sweet
Now, blow warm kisses up my skirt
Blow warm kisses up my skirt
It's free, it's fun I like it when we flirt
Blow warm kisses up my skirt
Then come on and join me in the shower
Come on and join me in the shower
Oops I dropped the soap, we're gonna be in here for hours
Using the hot water in the shower
(Chorus)
Sit me down and sing your sappy songs
Sit me down and sing your sappy songs
Confess from your chest everything I've known along
Sit me down and sing your sappy songs
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5. |
The Spice Market
03:31
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The Spice Market ~ Ten Cent Poetry
I get it
You put down my fruits
My market has failed to seduce you
Silk on spools, saffron coils,
Copper buttons, gold leaf foil
If you're not buying, then why are you here?
With your fingers in my spices
With my songs in your ears
If you're just prying, then why come near?
With all I have to offer, what do you have to fear?
Black eyed peas, cone shaped piles
Milagros tucked in wooden files
If you're not buying, then why are you here?
With your fingers in my spices
With my songs in your ears
If you're just prying, then why come near?
With all I have to offer, what do you have to fear?
At my booth, an anxious line
Patrons reaching for my wine
Silver scales, chinking dimes
All will be gone
Brandy bread, rosemary butter
Artichoke crowns, crimson covers
If you're not buying, then why are you here
With your fingers in my spices
With my songs in your ears
If you're just prying, then why come near?
With all I have to offer, what do you have to fear?
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6. |
The Snail Song
04:05
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7. |
Savannah
03:53
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Ten Cent Poetry Asheville, North Carolina
Chelsea La Bate is a poet, composer, songwriter, performer, author and radio host. She likes sparkly things. She constructs songs with colored markers, a notebook, a mountain dulcimer, a banjo and a guitar.
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