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Intro
02:43
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I’d never force you from the forest
Heist the hatchet from your hands
I’d never pull on all your fingers
If you didn’t want to dance
I’d never show my naked body
if you truly needed sleep
‘Cause you’re not my little play thing
And I never want to be
your Last Word Queen
I’d never put you in the spotlight
if that song was just for me
Or blow smoke rings in your face dear
If you got down on one knee
I’d never shoo you to the shoreline
if that’s not where you longed to be
‘Cause you’re not my little play thing
And I never want to be
your Last Word Queen
I’ve watched you draw your pictures
in invisible ink
I hear every word you’re saying
even when you don’t speak
I’d sit and wait for your final answer
if it took the longest week
‘Cause you’re not my little play thing
And I never want to be
your Last Word Queen
So even though I’m your ally
Please correct me where I’m wrong
Shine a light on all the places
I can’t reach you with my song
Your love is my horizon
And I’m your shoreline pine
Though we share the same bright sky dear
I’d never try to make you mine
I’d never force you from the forest
Chelsea Lynn La Bate
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Your Song (sample)
04:02
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Night time, moonshine
A banjo and no road signs
All the way from Boone to Spruce Pine
Will I find you sleeping there
Night time, moonshine
I won't take it if it's not mine
I'll climb if I can't I can't fly
See the mountains from both ends
Night time, moonshine
Fireflies by the roadside
Well we always seem to get by
On a horseshoe and a prayer
Night time, moonshine
Pockets full of four leaf clovers
I'm so glad you're coming over
We'll see the mountain from both ends
Chelsea Lynn LaBate
For Elliot Z
Penland School of Crafts, NC
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Dear Songcrafter
03:26
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Galileo (full song)
03:20
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Start Where You Are
09:41
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You're singing to the night sky
Eyes perched above my head
The marks of your melody
Made by the hands of your breath
If love leads to action
How will we ever rest
Finger moving over old strings
Buffalo hearts in our chests
Chorus
If heaven is a place
Where everything goes right
And love is a shape
That never knew any lines
Can I keep you in a state
Where what has lived never dies
May we leave this place
With Appalachian eyes
You're gleaming in the daylight
Old barns smearing by
Blackberries on the fence lines
The sun drawing pictures on your
closes eyes
Chorus
You're gleaming with a banjo
Blue light on your face
Is the key to living simply
Simply dropping out of the race
Chorus
We're singing to the night sky
Buffalo hearts in our chest
Chelsea Lynn La Bate
Penland School of Crafts, NC.
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Sweet Beginnings
09:44
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Piano Bench (full song)
03:02
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I come to you with my nursery rhymes
in the these New York times
You pull out your piano bench
The battles blaze the babies take shape
the face of your heart appears through the haze
Cause we've built this monument
a modest brigade
Laid out our blankets in one another's shade
And you say kiss my eyes
lay the soft parts of your body on the hard times of my life
I've tried my best here to follow the directions right
It's been a mixture of effort, love and time
We come to that place where the weather changes
and the lights dim and the water drains
And the hand that we're holding withdraws and swaps names
the steering wheel sways the car changes lanes
Cause we don't have an escape plan
Or a way out of here
Or a filtration system to manage our fears
And you say kiss my eyes
lay the soft parts of your body on the hard times of my life
I've tried my best here to follow the directions right
It's been a mixture of effort, love and time
I come to you with my nursery rhymes
in the these New York times
You pull out your piano bench
Chelsea Lynn La Bate
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11. |
12 Types of Song
03:35
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12. |
Outro
00:44
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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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