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Serious Light
04:34
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The hand that you offer
holds one small apple
you promised hats full
we could pass around
This place wants to own me
its noise is useless
relentless ruthless
pointless world of sound
Hand holds an apple
drawing a line
crow in the sky
that brings no sign
There isn't a bird
that no one has heard
only fools wait for you to say
a necessary word
What do you hear now?
Why can't I break it down?
Burn it up or tear it to the ground
Stuck in this serious light
Mirrors mirrors all the way around
Sad hand and dark mind
Turn around and run from my own kind
Out of this serious light
Everything that I love is blind
Everything that I love is blind
Everyone that I love is blind
The hand that you offer
holds one small apple
you promised hats full
we could pass around
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Mission Drift
03:07
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Chaparral and train tracks to the sky
Early fall the plants and flowers dry
Sad and bold a story getting old
When we left the homelands for this place
Golden strands fell across your face
Sad and bold a story getting old
Mission drift it's another day
walking away
Then the great command was handed down
Campfire light the people passed around
Sad and bold a story getting old
Mission Drift it's another day
walking away
Now the rain and flowers come back in
Where we walk they struggle to begin
Sad and bold a story getting old
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The Spirit of the Valley
03:13
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I was talking to the Spirit of the Valley
we were drinking in a little bar
she was jealous of the spirit of the heavens
cause he drank on a faraway star
she said this used to be a better situation
the animals and people were cool
nothing changed for a long time
everyone knew the rules
but the river developed an affliction
his water ran hard on the rocks
people grabbed stones from the creek bed and made
bricks and buildings and blocks
and her hair was cut into a patchwork
things like that went on for years
until finally she wound up in the Eazy Stop
selling cigarettes and souvenirs
she said tell the river if you ever find him
if you're ever in the same crappy bar
that I almost have enough for the starfare
to go see the Spirit of the War
and when I find him I'm gonna bring him down here
let's see what he makes of this scene
tell the river I said old friend it's starting again
he'll know what I mean
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Sharon, I'm on the wrong side of the light
for the first time I let myself lie
straight out
You said Michael you're American male and white
there's a good chance everything will turn out
all right
But this isn't what I want
This isn't what I wanted when I started
Once I walked in some snow
canvas shoes and listening to music
You put your tongue in my ear
and it's always been there through these many years
Whispering this isn't what you want
This isn't what you wanted when you started
And those conversations we had
Those conversations I remember
About how to live a good life
How we should live in a world
With shit up to our ankles
Shit up to our knees
How do you do it?
Sharon you wanted to be free
Why did you go back to DC?
Why did you leave me to the old fight
Saying this isn't what I want
Want
Want
Sharon, I'm on the wrong side of the light
for the first time I let myself lie
straight out
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Michael Zapruder Austin, Texas
“Michael Zapruder makes beautiful folk-pop ballads resonant of the voice of Rufus Wainwright and wordplay of Andrew Bird" – Pitchfork
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