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Franny
03:33
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All the vines wrapped around the tree
All the notes of the jubilee
Free and easy
All your missives are put to sea
All your books on the shelf just where they ought to be
Free and easy
All your bottles are washed to shore
With the needles that do not sing anymore
Free and easy
All the watches are bleary
All the kettles are empty
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Zooey
02:40
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Let's go out walking, young nephew,
And maybe we'll see where the railroad tracks go
Seek those winds you collect, seek those caves you suspect down below
Let's go walk in the garden with paths forking out
Where the flowers are purple and tall
Let's jump over ditches where we fear the bridges might fall
Stand up steep like a sentence, steep like a stain,
Like a letter that you’ll write on a train
Like a man in a story Jim Harrison wrote,
Like a cipher descending in time,
His light might corrode on the bench
And explode from the mine
And the band begins to play
And all of her memories wash away
'cause she's one of us now and there's no going back
Once she's learned how to stand up and swear
She can pluralize "person," her ideas rehearse in the air
But like a record still spinning, a story still told
Will rise from the ocean's gray pall
Like painted black rings, like a temple with wings on the wall
And in its pale light we too might begin
To be the ones that we've always been
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FR 50
02:15
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4. |
Red (for Sam Amidon)
03:32
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Golconda Albuquerque, New Mexico
Peripatetic avant-troubadour songs for the discerning vagabond
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