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Is Fortune a Wheel
05:02
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Is Fortune a Wheel
I remember the heat of the road
The road we climbed as far as it goes
First time and last
Held a dream but we didn’t hold fast
I remember a woman in black
First she cursed and then she laughed
Shivered my spine
Took what’s yours, she took what’s mine
Is Fortune a wheel
Or a ship that keels
A fate that’s been sealed
Or is fortune a wheel?
I remember the sun so high
Raised our hands to shield our eyes
Oh how we laughed
Held a dream but we didn’t hold fast
I remember a storm of crows
Filled the sky like devil’s snow
My Valentine
Took what’s yours, took what’s mine
I remember the winding road
The road we climbed as far as it goes
First time and last
Held a dream but we didn’t hold fast
Is Fortune a wheel
Or a ship that keels
A fate that’s been sealed
Or is fortune a wheel?
Could fortune be blind
Be cruel or be kind
A fate that’s been sealed
Or is fortune a wheel?
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Swann's Way
04:30
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Swann’s Way
I don’t know what I want,
Don’t know why, I don’t know how
I don’t know what I want
I just know that I want it now
I walk a narrow road
One place to another
Dreams know where to find me
But it seems like they don’t bother
Have you got something going?
We could meet down at the Swann’s Way
Where everything has meaning
The taste, the touch, the smell
Oh, that winter day
I don’t know what I want,
Don’t know why, I don’t know how
I don’t know what I want
I just know that I want it now
I never learned how to ask
I was better with the giving
But time took me by surprise
I forgot about the living
Sweet was the storm, blankets of white
Wondrously fragile and bold
Held in your arms, flame in the night
That we carelessly let grow cold
I walk a narrow road
All signs point to nowhere
You know where to find me
But I don’t think your headed there
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Golden Cuff
04:35
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Golden Cuff
What are you thinking in the middle of the night
with a face staring back in the cold bathroom light
You can’t sleep but you can’t wake up
It’s just you and the tv and the truth that you can’t make right
10,000 miles or 20 years is not enough
There ain’t no key to unlock the golden cuffs
You wanna fly, fly, fly
But your wings got stuck
There’s nothing left to try
You’re feeling all washed up
It’s just a lie, lie, lie
You never beat that stuff
You need a lullaby, you got the golden cuffs
You caught a train in the fog and the rain,
Still lost in a daze and far away from home
So much time’s been lost on this line
It goes on and on and then another year’s been blown
10,000 miles and 20 years didn’t get you far
There ain’t no ride that could catch a shooting star
You wanna fly, fly, fly
But your wings got stuck
There’s nothing left to try
You’re feeling all washed up
It’s just a lie, lie, lie
You never beat that stuff
You need a lullaby, you got the golden cuffs
Oh, you wanna float away
What are you thinking on a New York night
With your eyes staring out underneath the cold stage lights
You can’t sleep and you can’t wake up
It’s just you and a crowd and the truth that they can’t make right
You wanna fly, fly, fly
But your wings got stuck
There’s nothing left to try
You’re feeling all washed up
It’s just a lie, lie, lie
You never beat that stuff
You need a lullaby, you got the golden cuffs
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Wild
04:19
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I held the book of days – it fell open to your page,
It’s been 15 years since we burned, since we raged ,
In the book of days, they call you the dreamer
But oh, I felt the sting of an angel and a demon
You were wild
You were beautiful
You were unbent
You were vast
You were savage
You were innocent
I’m sitting in the sun, got my hands in the dirt
Digging to the bone, I’m going to bury that hurt
In the book of days they name me rebellion
I calling on that force, for the primal, for the hellion
I was wild…
We tried to break it down
Reason to give it sense
Tore from the apple tree
Cashed in our ignorance
All that was left were names
Like swords that cut right through
Across a battlefield
Pieces of me and you
I held the book of days, it fell open to your page
It’s been 15 years since we burned, since we raged
In the book of days, they call you the dreamer
But I knew two men, a devil and a redeemer
We were wild…..
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1969
03:40
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1969
Ghost in the graveyard, sugar-burn tongue
Shells in our pockets, pink from the sun
Sailor girl dresses, my hair always messy
They told us a man had just walked on the moon
Biked on two wheels, went around and around
Fell for my cousin, his skin was all brown
Swam in the ocean, I've never forgotten
The summer in Spain when the world seemed so small
We believed the impossible was possible back then
Old Spanish Grandma said don't believe lies
The man on the moon is just a trick of the eye
She prayed for salvation, we almost died laughing
Spinning in circles 'til someone fell down
We believed the impossible was possible back then
That was when anti-gravity, rarely vertical
Time could bend
We had particles of stardust in the cells of our skin
Big white bird flew in the room and we screamed
The pillow-fight ended, it broke at the seams
Ran to the window, the city rushed below
Thousands of feathers danced in the night sky
We believed the impossible was possible back then
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Down by the Mill
05:40
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Down by the Mill
Summer’s over, you have gone
House is empty, shades are drawn
Sun is setting on the hill
Once we were lovers down by the mill
Down by the mill at the rivers edge
You took my lips, you took my dress
We lay there naked in the light
You held me close into the night
Oh, oh – sparrow sings, but other birds have flown
Oh, oh – summer’s died and you have gone for home
you have gone for home
Languid days when we belonged
A gypsy and her vagabond
We swam the river, climbed the hills
We ended up down by the mill
Down by the mill, at the rivers edge
You touched my skin and stole my breath
I lay with you, your summer bride
I felt no shame, you told no lie
Summer’s over, you have gone
House is empty, shades are drawn
Sun is setting on the hill
Once we were lovers down by the mill
A rough wind came to shake the trees
Our path was covered up with leaves
All around me barren fields
Once we were lovers down by the mill
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Strings in My Human Heart
There’s the train, there are stairs down a hill
There’s a pig in a yard and a dog that barks
There’s the sun, it looks different up here
The light on the stone where I set my foot
There’s that house set behind a rock wall
All the windows are tall, mostly covered in vines
All the lives that have walked on those floors
I want to know more, I want to know more
There are strings in my human heart
That can pull apart, they can pull apart
I could leave everything I know
I could let it go, I could just let go
There’s a bench at the end of her street
No park and no grass, where the men sit and smoke
I pass by, but I don’t ever pause
I wave, I don’t talk, though I want to know more
There are strings in my human heart
That can pull apart, they can pull apart
I could leave everything I know
I could let it go, I could just let go
There’s a gate and it keeps me outside
So I press my face up against the cracks
In the garden sits an empty chair
I can see myself there, I can see myself there
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UmaUma
03:53
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Steam
06:41
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Steam
If you could hear me
I’d know just what to say
A ghost of spring still walks these passageways
If you could see me, If you could see
you’d see it runs so deep
Like a root that clings while storms attack the tree
If you could feel me
You’d feel the running blood, the constant beat
Of a heart just like a train that runs on steam
And I call you back
I call you back
I call you back
If this was easy
I guess it wouldn’t count
Though words have been my thing they fail me now
If you could see me,
If you could see you’d see how hard I try
But years have passed, you never said goodbye
So I call you back
I call you back
I call you back
If you could feel me
You’d feel the rushing pulse, the burning heat
Of a love that boiled up and turned to steam
I call you back
I call you back
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Saint in the Yard
04:00
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Saint in the Yard
I was the saint in the yard,
I learned my role and I played her hard
I was a shepherdess guard
I held his hand and I drove the car
I held his hand and I drove the car
I tried to make everything bright
I pushed through the days, threw away every night
No one can say I didn’t try
But nothing you say is gonna’ make it all right
No, nothing you say can make this thing right
Fire all around me
Fire, Burn this house down!
All around me
I rushed on the scene, my sword drawn
Like a doe becomes fierce, I defended the fawn
Covered my body in steel
I ran the baths and I cooked the meals
I ran the baths and I cooked the meals
But a part of me watched from outside
Saw the glasses break and the flowers die
No one can say I didn’t try
But nothing you say is gonna’ make it all right
No, nothing you say can make this thing right
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The Color Blue is Everywhere
The color blue is everywhere
She said I should dive in
Has come the time to face my fear
To shed this crinoline
The water’s deep, the waves are high
And I am like a seal
The stone was warm, it kept me dry
But come the time to feel
I learned the prelude, not the fugue
And I was captured there
My fingers could repeat the moves
Well-trained, but cold with fear
The water’s deep and has no end
But I had been beguiled
And for the desert I did bend
Though I’m a mermaid’s child
The color blue, the sea and sky
She said I should dive in
There is no time for living lies
Go be the heroine
The water’s deep, the shore is far
Once more I’ve been beguiled
I’ll drink the light of a shooting star
And be one with the wild
I’ll drink the light of a falling star
And be one with the wild
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Monica Pasqual San Francisco
Pasqual is the winner of 9 Independent Music Awards. Her songs have been used on numerous network television shows and she has composed soundtracks for PBS, The History Channel and National Geographic Television. For the last 19 years Monica has been a member of the popular Bay Area Band, Blame Sally, touring the US and Europe extensively & releasing 8 albums. She has recorded 6 solo albums. ... more
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