Blue Plate Special Live

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Ten Cent Poetry as a duo is Chelsea Lynn La Bate on guitar and lead vocals. Melissa Hyman on cello, harmony vocals. Recorded at Knoxville's Blue Plate Special on WDVX in front of a live audience at the Knoxville visitor's center. All songs, lyrics and parts written by Chelsea Lynn La Bate. www.wdvx.com/programs/blueplate.html

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released October 10, 2011

All songs written by Chelsea Lynn La Bate.

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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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Track Name: The River Rises
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
Track Name: Into the Woods
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. . . .
Track Name: Throw a Little Glitter in My Eyes
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
Track Name: The Spice Market
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?