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Both Doors Open
03:53
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BOTH DOORS OPEN
i have a son who almost died, had a dad who did
both times what was crazy was the way the light stayed lit
how my breath kept on coming while i was listening for his
there inside the corridor, wrapped in my mother’s shawl
pictures of the dogs and kids and grandpas on the wall
i felt something stirring from the far end of the hall
both doors open, both doors open
sometimes i get to worrying i’ll want to leave my bed
those bar lights are a beacon, might start blinking in my head
might go looking for a reason to start pulling at the thread
later in the parking lot, her hair all dark and warm
field breathing heavy from the coming summer storm
and then before i know it, a rustle in the corn
both doors open, both doors open
both doors open and the wind is coming through
there are currents in the river, most days i don’t jump in
most days i forgive her, most days the white dove wins
most days i keep the windows shut, don’t let that tempest spin
but when i fiddle with the locks and find they’re coming loose
sometimes i steal the eggs out from beneath the golden goose
sometimes i bite the apple and it tastes just like the truth
both doors open, both doors open
both doors open, both doors open
both doors open, both doors open
both doors open and the wind is coming through
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Since I Was Eight
05:15
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SINCE I WAS EIGHT
i’ve been trying to lose weight since i was eight
cause i saw a picture of myself jumping into a lake
i’d been playing in the water for most of the day
and now the sun had set down most of the way
big orange ball sinking into the gray
and me just jumping into the waves
i threw the picture away
someone must’ve taught all the other little girls the rules
how to eat their cake and have this too
someone must’ve taught all the other little girls what to do
how to want them all but take only a few
how to be flat and thin and new
except that all the other girls seem to feel bad too
what a waste of time, what a waste of time
i’m not the kind of girl who cares what anybody else might say
i only hate myself a few dozen times a day
and then a few dozen more for feeling that way
get hit by the bullet and the ricochet
it’s a game i don’t know how not to play
how does anybody learn to say, hey, not today
it’s a waste of time, what a waste of time
it’s just a waste of time, it’s such a waste
and i don’t have that kind of time
nobody has that kind of time
i’ve been trying to lose weight since i was eight
cause i saw a picture of myself jumping into a lake
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Sacristy
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SACRISTY
when the benedict bells ring, do they make you think of me?
you and me inside the sacristy with the wafers and the wine
my blood pumping like the organ, holding bibles in our hands
you the canaan land, forbidden and fine
when i hear the bells of st. jude, they make me think of you
and all the pretty birds that flew from your mouth into mine
my swallows almost set to singing, sparrows almost took to wing
but if they knew anything, it’s that god’s eyes were on them all the time
you said, the red velvet plate with the quarters, let’s take them
we’ll build ourselves a house on the hill
we can draw the holy water
water from our own well
in the hollers and the badlands, in the missionary van
you dressed up in your sunburn, i hid under mine
and in the evenings at the altar, father taught us how to pray
for all the soulsick and the sinners
you grinned at me, you said, that’s you and i
and you said, the red velvet plate with the quarters, let’s take them
we’ll build ourselves a house on the hill
we can draw the holy water
water from our own
well, when god spoke to samuel
do you think it sounded like the benedict bells?
every one ringing out cracked and proud and clear
back then i thought that we were serpents, i thought we brought the flood thought we turned water into blood, i thought we drank a wicked wine
but really you, you were an apple, and me, i was a dove
eating manna from above, i guess you knew that all the time
you know the red velvet plate with the quarters, i took them
i built myself a house on the hill
and now i’m drawing holy water
so won’t you come where the bells are a-ringing, you’ll find me
here in my house on the hill
we can draw the holy water
water from our own well
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Temperance River
04:50
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TEMPERANCE RIVER
temperance river come running down
river runs cold and deep
down to the waters of lake superior
down to the inland sea
iron mud and last year’s snow
temperance river
gather up all of the smoothest stones
river runs cold and deep
water to rock, blood to bone
down to the inland sea
father to daughter, stone to the water
temperance river
over the falls to the place we know
river runs cold and deep
hang onto the roots as you go below
down to the inland sea
are you ever gonna tell me what i wanna know
temperance river come running down
river runs cold and deep
down to the waters of the biggest lake
down to the inland sea
the iron mud and the smoothest stones
all those things i wanted to know
gone the way of last year’s snow
you can let them go
temperance river
temperance river come running down
river runs cold and deep
down to the waters of lake superior
river run to the sea
everything i wanna know
gone the way of the smoothest stones
gone the way of last year’s snow
temperance river
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Jericho
05:40
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JERICHO
there’s a girl in the country i know
how she shines
she is a silver pitcher in the sun
filled with sparkling wine
yeah, yeah, of course she’s pretty, she
she is fine
but pretty’s out there for everybody
i wanna know her mind
but if you get too close she’ll close the blinds
jericho, jericho
castle in the corn
jericho, jericho
i’m gonna blow that horn
her body is as soft as any bed
soft like mine
his gravestone is as hard as his beautiful head
a limestone valentine
she carries a purse made of leather
feathers and twine
she’ll open it up if you ask her
make it rain down dimes
but if you get too close, she’ll cut the line
jericho, jericho
castle in the corn
jericho, jericho
i’m gonna blow that horn
i tried flooding it with gin
i tried killing it with kindness
i tried to hammer every stone with my own sin, with my skin
you can call me joshua
call me little boy blue
i’m just a whistle on the prairie
i’m the thistle you grew
jericho, jericho
castle in the corn
jericho, jericho
i’m gonna blow, blow
jericho, jericho
castle in the corn
jericho, jericho
i’m gonna blow that horn
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Red Brown Blue Green
06:33
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RED BROWN BLUE GREEN
where do you put them when you take them away, take them away, take them away
at the bottom of the ocean or the middle of a mountain?
do they keep on shining when i’m not there to watch them?
can you tell me, do they glitter anyway?
what do i lose when you take them away, take them away, take them away?
bag of pebbles, box of diamonds, all the clothes i spend my time in
scraps and souvenirs, little pieces of my mirror
you creep in and you take them all away
like the red rocks knocking in the big brown river
in my blue jeans wading and her laughing like forever
and the green leaves running down toward superior
where did you come from to take them away, take them away, take them away?
did you come down from my father? are you something in the water?
when did you begin to live within my skin?
when did I let you in to take them all away?
like the red sun setting on the big brown desert
in my blue jeans stepping and her laughing like forever
and the green thorns glowing on the joshua trees
i’m building up a wall so you can’t take them away, can’t take them away, take them away
out of corduroy and dreams, all my little busted seams
i’ve been thirty-four years building, i’ve been hammering and filling
all the cracks where you can crawl and watch my precious seconds fall
before you pick them up and take them all away
like the red lamp lighting up the big brown bed
and the blue quilt spread and her laughing like forever
and the green light flashing from the electric storm
where do you put them when you take them away? and tell me, do they glitter anyway?
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Two Old Birds
04:07
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TWO OLD BIRDS
there should be a word for this
for driving out of minneapolis
into your town, past the merry-go-round
station wagon windows down
there should be a word for this
for the feeling in my chest
when i’m knocking on your door and the creak in your floor
reminds me that i missed you
what the word is, i don’t know
the word for two old birds walking alone
if there’s a word well you should know
for that night seventeen years ago
why you turned to me and then why you turned away again
in the minneapolis snow
cause i could write a whole damn book
about the way i must have looked
standing there in the gray, you walking away
i could write a whole book
what the word is, i don’t know
the word for two old birds walking alone
don’t you have a word for this
you should have a whole thesaurus
i’m not asking for another kiss
it’s your words i miss
your words i miss
there should be a word for the kind of stone
the kind of rock that we both own
we pull it on a sled, drag it into our bed
so we can feel less alone
and now we’re seventeen years on
i’m just dragging my rock along
wishing somebody would see, see the stone or me
the way that you have all along
what the word is, i don’t know
the word for martha playing on the radio
dancing in your kitchen, cooking broth from bone
the word for two old birds
we’re just two old birds
two old birds walking alone
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I Already Knew
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I ALREADY KNEW
i’m learning what i already knew
i don’t get to choose when or how or why or who
aspens quake and bodies break and i could too
i could too, i already knew
the in and out is all we get to keep
nose to throat to lung to heart to blood to rosy cheek
days go by in minutes, the hours last a week
the in and out is all we keep
we all gotta wash in the stream
not one of us is pure, not one of us is clean
every one of us is pure, every one’s a holy dream
a holy dream, washed in the stream
there’s never been a spring that didn’t come
nothing’s ever new beneath the cold winter sun
hammer, tree, and tap, that sap is gonna run
it’s gonna run, and spring is gonna come
i’m learning what i already knew
all the mighty millions are really just the fragile few
empires shake and bodies break, i love you
i love you, i already knew
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Summer Grass
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SUMMER GRASS
skinny waist, skinny smile
you see your mother in the mirror every once in a while
that’s right, you’re still her child
i see your big heart beating, it’s gonna bust right out
of that brown tweed blazer and your yellow blouse
that’s right, i see you choking on the words in your mouth
hey, this is the summer grass, take off that winter jacket
cut the chitchat, don’t give me any of that
all i wanna know is what makes you sad
colored glass, stony church
i saw you look up at the ceiling when you talked about her
that’s right, i could see it hurt
oh is she walking with another by the big blue domes
or did you have to leave her lying in the catacombs
that’s right, either way you’re walking alone
hey, this is the summer grass, take off that winter jacket
cut the chitchat, don’t give me any of that
all i wanna know is what makes you sad
you’ve got something in you that’s like something in me
i see it in your writing in the microfiche
i see it in the heavy way you’re walking down the street
i see it in your class when i’m sitting at your feet
cause sad girls wear bright boots and
i’m wearing some bright boots too
so let me show you the map on the soles of my shoes
you’ll know that i knew what i knew, that i knew you
so turn in your grades, come out in the rain
we’ll watch that cannon river shoot its banks
that’s right, let’s watch it flood the plain
hey, this is the summer grass, take off that winter jacket
cut the chitchat, don’t give me any of that
all i wanna know is what makes you sad
unstack your stacking doll, put down that russian novel
tell me all about your little purple pill bottle
cause all i wanna know
all i wanna know
all i wanna know
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Silhouette
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SILHOUETTE
how do you know that you love who you love
do you wait for a flood, do you send out a dove
when i get to wondering how deep or how high
i close my eyes, think about the day you’ll die
oh love, the day you’ll die
i saw death in new orleans
smoking a serpent pipe, sipping scotch bonnet tea
he was looking at you, you were looking at me
he was hanging a bloom on the magnolia tree
me and you, that magnolia tree
hey, hey
i am a canyon, a red riverbed
stones in my belly, birds in my head
and you are the river, on the day you run dry
you’ll see me reaching forever, stretching up to the sky
the canyon and the river, you and i
hey, hey
i love the meadow for the graves at our feet
i love the rainbow for the rust underneath
that’s how i love you, i love your kiss
and i love your shadow, all the things i’ll miss
oh love, the things i’ll miss
you planting all the daffodils, pedaling the iowa hills
pumping that spinning wheel, keeping that even keel
swimming in the cold lake, feeling that old ache
crying for the dead man, dancing to graceland
lighting up the christmas tree, yelling at the referee
pouring out coffee and wine, keeping perfect time
swinging that hatchet high, singing a lullaby
every silent duet, every little regret, every endless breath
your silhouette
your silhouette
your silhouette
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Mon beau galet
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MON BEAU GALET
j’avais une pierre et toute mon eau elle contenait
mon beau galet
il y a des années on m’a dit qu’il fallait l’abandonner
mon beau galet
les cloches, l’éveil
la fenêtre, le soleil
j’ai fini, j’ai fini de me cacher
dans l’église où elle chantait ma poitrine s’est brisée
mon beau galet
et là, parmi la terre et les racines, j’ai retrouvé
mon beau galet
les cloches, l’éveil
la fenêtre, le soleil
j’ai fini, j’ai fini, j’ai fini de me cacher
TRANSLATION:
i had a stone that held all my waters
my beautiful stone
years ago they told me I had to let it go
my beautiful stone
the bells, the awakening
the window, the sun
i’m done, i’m done hiding myself
in the church where she sang my chest broke
my beautiful stone
and there among the dirt and the roots i found it again
my beautiful stone
the bells, the awakening
the window, the sun
i’m done, i’m done, i’m done hiding myself
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Katie Dahl Wisconsin
Katie Dahl is a songwriter and playwright known for her whip-smart lyrics, rich alto, mischievous onstage wit, and unflinching honesty. A small-town celebrity on the small Wisconsin peninsula where her family has lived for 175 years, Katie is also an internationally touring, radio-charting artist who “delivers razor-sharp lyrics with a hearty, soulful voice” (American Songwriter). ... more
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