1. |
Being Known
02:27
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i feel his breath brush across my face
i crumble when he disappears without a trace
i feel the world closing in on me
when i think about the cold reality
now i find myself stuck without a lift
looking all around & all i see is rift
miles of razor wire & walls made out of stone
and the loneliness that comes from
not really being known
nodding acquiescence covers up the lie
tell 'em how i really feel? sometimes i'd rather die
how the hell did i end up in this place
i'll go crazy if i see another plastic face
now i find myself stuck without a lift
looking all around & all i see is rift
miles of razor wire & walls made out of stone
and the loneliness that comes from
not really being known
you keep popping up in front of me
still around? i can't imagine what you might see
bite the bullet and decide to let you in
and the waves of joy just send me into a spin
now i find myself surrounded by this gift
see the bridges over every single rift
cut the razor wire & tear down all the stones
remember what it feels like
really being known
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2. |
Common Ground
03:06
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words like knives at an old west show
it blows my mind to see just how far you will go
just to tear somebody down
why don't you lay down your arms
try and find some common ground?
you can't be bothered with silly things like facts
who needs a nail and hammer when you swing a big ol' axe?
chop that tree of knowledge down
why don't you try your hand at building something
here on common ground?
Black or white
might makes right
you won't stop 'til you've got it all
but if you loose that latch on your
one-track mind
you might just find
there's quite enough to go around
you keep your right and wrong lined up on your little chart
one day you'll find that black and white world blown apart
nothing but grey all around
why don't you come down off that high horse and
rest your feet on common ground?
just come on off that high horse and
touch down on common ground
just turn on that light and
see all this common ground
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3. |
Cucurrucucu Paloma
03:29
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4. |
Little Holes
04:12
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Hear that watery whistle
Hugging my pillow like a little girl
Big drops hanging from the thistle
As I float through this wakening world
Traveled so far through this dry land
Peeking into backyards as I ride
Every drop paints back the green that was lost
On each leaf of that tree
Each branch of my mind
How I wish these windows would open
Let in the rain to wash down my soul
Rust off this last bit of chain ‘round my heart
Fill in these last little holes
I feel so close to free in this box that I ride
It rocks away most of that old pain
The slow rhythm soothes the darkest part of my blues
And helps them wash white in the rain
How I wish these windows would open
Let in the rain to wash down my soul
Rust off this last bit of chain ‘round my heart
Fill in these last little holes
Want to roll in that meadow
Brush off the doubt
Take those steps down to the banks
Where the still river calls to me
Offering it all to me
All but its sweet, sacred name
The brown feeds the green
As the rain washes clean
The dust of what came before
Looks like the clouds are moving on
And the sun will be bright
But here in my soul
There’s still some dark night to endure
How I wish these windows would open
Let in the rain to wash down my soul
Rust off this last bit of chain ‘round my heart
Fill in these last little holes
Fill in these last little holes
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5. |
Save Myself
04:03
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When I was just a little girl they used to treat him so bad
Last man standing on the battlefield, he lost everyone he ever had
Just wanted to throw my arms around him, tell him everything is gonna be fine
Couldn’t do it they just threw him away and he drifted right out of my life
How did I get here? How did I get up on this shelf?
Been spendin’ every moment, every day trying to please somebody else
What made me think that I could save you and raise you from your hell?
Oh brother, well it’s all I can do just to save myself
Oh now brother, it’s all I can do just to save myself
Now there you are lyin’ on the floor wearing your tears like a shroud
Fear so strong you sweat through your clothes when I said it out loud
Somewhere in your heart you had to know I needed more than just to hang around
You said a lot of words, but all I hear you saying is “Who’s gonna save me now?”
How did I get here? How did I get up on this shelf?
Been spendin’ every moment, every day trying to please somebody else
What made me think that I could save you and raise you from your hell?
Oh darlin’, well it’s all I can do just to save myself
Oh now darlin’, it’s all I can do just to save myself
Drowning in my life, all I wanted was a single lifeline
Opened my eyes and realized that the hand holding onto that rope was mine
How did I get here? How did I get up on this shelf?
Been spendin’ every moment, every day trying to please somebody else
What made me think that I could save you and raise you from your hell?
Oh darlin’, well it’s all I can do just to save myself
Oh now darlin’, it’s all I can do just to save myself
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Juliana Murphy Tucson, Arizona
Stories are important. A lifelong listener, Juliana Murphy has a few stories to tell. Her clear, sweet voice will soothe your soul while her lyrics spin you through the darker and lighter sides of life, inviting you to think, feel, and, perhaps, to heal. Her songs seek the universal in the personal and aim to leave you with a sneaking suspicion that we are all more similar than we ever expected. ... more
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