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In the Stone
05:23
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It won’t be too long
You’ll see me vanish in the wind
A silent blue dome will wring sweet water from my skin
Where some Big Smoke cool pool runs down from the rim
And bone white sunlight is spilling time across the land
Redrock ringing through me
The silver hiss of a million suns
Slowly crumbling priests
Sandstone totems to nobody
Wind and water and heat
Carving fossils from ancient seas
Redrock ringing through me
Just before sundown on the big open
It ’s like a fire ablaze in stone
Spires and hoodoos in the long light
Pulling shadows from the sun
A cool breath and the sweep of memory
Pooling in my bones
I’m a shimmer in the path of time gone
Redrocks circling me
They sing like water, these sundried beings
Standing like druid chiefs
Distilling time from the silent heat
A dancing cliffman was here
With painted stories, ten thousand years
I’ve seen his wandering dreams down here
Under my feet
In the stone
Anasazi
Gone Abajo
Like the old seas
Where did they all go
Anasazi
In the stone
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2. |
Spring Song
05:06
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I saw a newborn owl on a riverbank
Breathing steam into the air
When the spring comes down to the water’s edge
The light’s like gold in the morning air
Been a deep dark freeze gone everywhere
Burning us deep under the skin
But not a word of the war has made it down here
The ancient wheel’s spinning round again
And there’s wild lovemaking everywhere
You can smell it on the breath of spring
And even though the world is crumbling
At the hands of man
We’re born again
I’m gonna lay you down in the riversand
And pour the sun into your skin
We’re gonna roll all over one another
And dig a lair we can get it on in
And we’re wild lovemaking everywhere
We’re crying out a song of spring
And even though the world is stumbling
It’s born again
When we love again
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3. |
Love Puddle
03:33
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Nine of yours is six of mine
Together we got 69
Digging diamonds
Is all I wanna do
You spill sugar every time
Like summer rain into my mind
Your breath is all mixed up with mine
There’s nectar dripping from the vine
When I get near to you
We maybe had one word or two
When I got to misbehave with you
A little bite into the fruit
A slice of lime the taste of you
Running into me
God bless your shiny shoulder skin
The salty way we’re leaning in
The way the juice drips on your chin
Put on your little rubber boots
And splash all over me
Let me be your love puddle baby
Tutta tu
Let me be your love puddle
Let me have all of you
I’m aiming for your empathy
The soft spot behind your knee
I’ll teach your tongue to Portuguese
I‘ll hold you up inside of me
If you let me into you
I’ll be your Sunday school
Under a summer moon
Your right in tune
Warm cocoon
Your ICU
We’ll be a carnival
Happy animals
Nature’s little cannibals
Bringing in the night
If you’ll let me be your love puddle
Tutta tu
Let me be your love puddle baby
All of you
Come on add it up with me
Turn us over twice times three
Your 9 is my delivery, your mirror into me
See me see you get into me getting into you
Let me be your love puddle baby
Tutta tu
Let me be your love puddle
All of you
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4. |
The Buffalo Song
04:15
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Used to put a buffalo on your money way back when
But now you’ve chased him from creation
Hear tell we’ll not be seeing him again
And they say that’s just the price of progress
But I won’t stoop to ask for proof
I won’t ask which way they went
If you will keep my Buick on the highway
In America your mother can become the president
And you can make your fortune on the phone
I never seem to find the time for a little garden in the yard
I see my kids are fully grown
They never understood why Daddy had to work so hard
To get so very little done
But I won’t stoop to ask for proof
I won’t ask which way they went
If you will keep my Buick on the highway
In America your mother can become the president
And you can make your fortune on the phone
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5. |
Dustdevil
04:19
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6. |
The Beast
03:05
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Just take it from me boy
Cause I know every move you’ve ever made
Got my claw around your brain… stem
You always were a monkey’s ass
You selfish lazy bastard
Wanting someone else to pay your way
And that’s on a good day
I’m sorry to say boy
But every little flinch and every flaw
Will mean a vice around your jaw… bone
You chase your tail and bust your back
Now you’re late you sorry ass
There’s nothing more that I would want to say
To you or your breakdowns
I’m a serpent on the prowl
I’ll break you down
You best keep it together cause the beast’s in town
My ladies and mensches
I bring to you the man who’s all wrong
And his half written songs
But enough of him, let’s talk about the big bomb
The ruling class
The baddest ass to ever grace the page
There gonna put me on a stamp someday
I’m a serpent on the prowl
I’ll break you down
You best keep it together boy the beast’s in town
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7. |
Like Water
05:06
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A branch fell in the water
An hour ago
It’s barely moved
I’m trying to remember
I’m just passing through
Draw my dreams in the morning
From a swirling pool
With a prisoner’s longing
For an eagle’s view
My buddy rolled up his window
Breathed poison from a hose
Turned his mind to stone
Was your faith all broken
No memory of love
No place left to go
The man was so connected
But he thought he was alone
Always running the edges
Looking for a place he could belong
Til he ran like water
Right out of here
No more wizard of the wild
It’s a short ride brother
No more demons left to battle
No matter what we do
Your voice shimmers in the wind
It’s a long long river
And sometimes you spin down
Into the darkest waters
Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming
Like I might sleep until the end
But I hear the echo of you leaving
And I wake up where I stand
Cause we run like water
Right out of here
No more living from the marrow
It’s a short ride brother
No more anguish here to battle
No matter what we do
Your bright shimmer
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8. |
Time Peace and Honey
03:09
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We’ve got time peace and honey
The rhythm of the rise
Has my life juices running
And opening your eyes
Feels so right
We dug our hole
And our bed came cold
Morning would cry
In the blame weary light
Put the reasons all behind
And I turned and raised my mind on my own
Now she says come take my hand
Now it’s not the dream we shared
And my life’s no longer there
But lately we’re as warm as the sun
I’m riding home on the wind
Rising on the love that you bring
We’ve got time peace and honey
The sweetest summer light
In your eyes it looks sunny
I read the wind tonight
And it’s right to fly
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9. |
Spinners Cascade
03:19
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10. |
Blue Horizon
04:41
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In her smile there was a pardon
Everyone had their special harbor
In her garden
Now the saint of Kingston’s departing
Not a simple thought she can follow
When she raises her head from the pillow
The little boy smiles
She says I wish your Grandma was all here
But I’m gone, dear
It’s come my time and I need to cross over
Roll on blue horizon
Carry me
Will you carry me
I’m taking my leave from the tree
The long wind is taking me
Away
Mama sang these stories as I’d fall into sleep
I’ll sing the same to you
Right now Daddy’s not much of a weaver
And I’ve pulled some threads right loose
But I’ll sing your lullaby
She sang and she planted 96 roses
One for every summer he rode in
The old cowboy has seen his last pass
The vermillion grasses
The end of the line for his saddle
The redtail and cattle
Hear the trucks as they rumble along
Roll on blue horizon
Carry me
Will you carry me
I’m taking my leave from the tree
The long wind is taking me
Away
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Walter Strauss Occidental, California
This Californian guitar maestro’s songs are full of the groove and fire of an African dance party, the dynamics & textures
of a string orchestra, and the back-porch soul of American roots music.
Walter performs globally, solo and in crosscultural collaborations, at venues as diverse as the Celtic Connections festival in Scotland, Freight & Salvage in Berkeley, CA, and Le Diplomat in Bamako, Mali.
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