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Sovryn Jones
03:30
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Her name is Sovryn, Sovryn Jones
There’s nothing she lacks even when she’s alone
When she feels like running, no questions asked
he ties up her boots and straps on her pack
In the sunshine she melts, in the breeze she unfurls
dives deep in dark seas, always brings back the pearl
and when she’s in need her beloved appears
devours her whole and spits out her fears
Sovryn, Sovryn Jones,
you’re livin’ like you’re always at home
Oh Sovryn, Sovryn Jones,
is there room for me to tag along
She flows through her days like a babbling brook
She feeds with the fishes, always avoiding that hook
In the nighttime she sings and dances around
In her dreams she gets lost with the hope she’ll be found
Sovryn, Sovryn Jones,
you’re livin’ like you’re always at home
Oh Sovryn, Sovryn Jones,
is there room for me to tag along
Her mind never spins out of control
Her heart always knows when to open, when to close
She feels every arrow and feather the same
No loss destroys her, but turns into gain
Sovryn, Sovryn Jones,
you’re livin’ like you’re always at home
Oh Sovryn, Sovryn Jones,
is there room for me to tag along?
Her name is Sovryn, Sovryn Jones
There’s nothing she lacks even when she’s alone
She’s got money in her pocket, enough for feeling free
She’s a smiling gypsy and she’s coming for me
She’s a smiling gypsy and she’s coming for me
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Hollywood
04:23
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I’ve been to Paris, not France, I mean Texas
I’m quite sure love is made the same
And I’ve been to Cleveland, it’s not at all like Muskegon
girls on the street, boys in the band
My love’s not lacy, or silky, or wealthy
My love’s not Hollywood
You oughtta know that the best part of romance
lies on the cutting-room floor
I know that lovers look best in the moonlight
and rollin’ around on the sand
Now I drink martinis and I appreciate Gershwin
but I still don’t think Sam should play it again
My love’s not puppy or Las Vegas lucky
My love’s not Hollywood
You oughtta know that the best part of romance
is everything live and unrehearsed
so fly me to Venice, take me down to your Peru
‘cause my love’s not Hollywood
My love’s not Hollywood
I’ve slept in Seattle, took pills from Zhivago
and I’m still in pain from this thing they call love
If it weren’t for the promise of Prague in the springtime
I’d pack my bags and be gone with the wind
My love has no cleavage or leg under the table
My love’s not Hollywood
My love’s not Hollywood
You oughtta know that the best part of romance
is everything live and unrehearsed
so fly me to Venice, take me down to your Peru
‘cause my love is not Hollywood
My love’s not Hollywood
My love, my love, my love, my love
My love, oh my love’s not Hollywood
not Hollywood, not Hollywood
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Morenci
03:43
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I remember Morenci,
a town of miners and lust where
tombstones and shanties fade from
acid and dust, now if
mountains were for raping, well
God must be well pleased ‘cause
every man in town took his
turn between her knees
Don’t give up on us now
Don’t give up on us now
Don’t give up on us
now
Now copper isn’t bad, nor the
gold around our necks, but if we
left it in the rock, maybe we’d
mine our hearts instead, but
who am I to know how or
why the earth is spun, do we
kill ourselves to save ourselves or
feed until there’s none
Don’t give up on us now
Don’t give up on us now
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don't give up on us
now
A hundred miles north next to
red-rock canyon walls in a
dusty Winnebago, an old
man, his wife and dog, well he
told me of his life in the
mine since forty-three, how he
learned to pray and raise a child, how
copper set him free
Don’t give up on us now
Don’t give up on us now
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don't give up on us
now
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Fireflies
03:11
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She
rode in on her mare last night, the old
woman came for me, she
said that she's done everything and
now it's up to me, she
led me to a ledge of rock where a
raven called me name, she
flew me to a mountain top where I
heard the weeping land
In my dreams you held my hand and
gave to me a jar of
fireflies to light my way, find my way,
light my way to the meadow of the dark damp night of Kali
Ma
I
asked to see my history to
find where I went wrong, she said
wrong is right in different time but I'll
show you where you're from, I
saw a queen upon her throne and she
ordered me to live, she said
little girls who hear my song must
find a way to sing
Wrapped around a tree trunk in
hurricane rain, what's
keeping me from letting go is
keeping you from me
In my dreams you held my hand and
gave to me a jar of
fireflies to light my way, find my way,
light my way to the meadow of the dark damp night of Kali
Ma
The old
woman gave me one last look before
turning towards the moon, I
noticed there upon the ground lay a
feather from her hair, she
held it high above her head and it
grew into a wing, she
sang into the sea of stars and her
song became the wind
In my dreams you held my hand and
gave to me a jar of
fireflies to light my way, find my way,
light my way to the meadow of the dark damp night of Kali
Ma
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Don't Believe
03:56
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There
was a little girl who didn't believe in
anything and everything she was
told, she
walked her own walk and lifted every rock and
followed bunny prints in the
snow, the
birds and the worms and the bees and the trees and the
rocks, oh the rocks, she gave names, she
thought one day if everything had its
own name, we could all be friends
I
think that there's a part of me that
believes in anything and every
thing, I
have my own walk but I must admit that
footprints in the sand seem to have their
way, the
birds and the worms and the bees and the trees and the
rocks, oh the rocks, they pass me
by
just one day I'd like to wake and
realize I never knew any-
thing
Don't believe in
anything that doesn't feel
right to you
Don't believe in
anything that doesn't feel
right to you
Don't believe, don't believe
Don't believe, don't believe
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S. L. Vadimsky Port Angeles, Washington
For more songs (Vadinska and Skye) go to: shervadinska.bandcamp.com.
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additional books I've written and/or narrated, go to carolingianpress.com.
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