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Headwaters
04:13
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Time slides by
at the speed of a cloudy sky
That's still not the reason I shake through the night
without you
Long before
my heart stitched itself to yours
my feet were unsure, but I stood on the floor
nonetheless
You just helped me do the rest
If you are a waterfall
I am the river below
Even though you made me roar
I made the current alone
I miss you now
like a ship would miss its prow
I say I can't wait to see you, but I have to know how,
so I do
the waiting only makes it true
If you are a waterfall
I am the river below
Even though you made me roar
I made the current alone
If you are a waterfall
I am the river below
Even though you made me roar
I made the current alone
The river always brings me you
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A Stitch in Time
04:12
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Well I wake to the shake of the subway below me
thundering under the ground
It moves through the grooves of the planet that owns me,
calls through the walls of this town
And I long to be freed from industrial greed,
the desperate drive to succeed
So I leave for the leaves and the quiet and lonely
I will climb every mountain and gaze from the sea to the sky
I will race to the summit, relinquish my spirit and cry
The waves and the wild and the world
A stitch in time
So I'm pounding the ground with a fire inside me,
searching the earth for a sign
There are dreams of ambition that smother and hide me
But I'll leave them behind - there are worlds here to find,
and I won't let myself be resigned
just to wake to the shake of the subway below me
I will climb every mountain and gaze from the sea to the sky
I will race to the summit, relinquish my spirit and cry
The waves and the wild and the world
A stitch in time
So let us make fire
and silence
and sound
and let us burn
and be silent
and bells
I will climb every mountain and gaze from the sea to the sky
I will race to the summit, relinquish my spirit and cry
One with the universe, no longer wondering why
From the summit I'll plummet, and loosen my shoulders and fly
The waves and the wild and the world
A stitch in time
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Friend of mine
I was a story undesigned
A journal with no words surrounded by lines
I'm not work of art,
I was unfinished from the start
'til you penciled in the borders of my heart
You came in
found my outline
and filled me up
you fill me up
Sitting next to you
I notice everything you do
The way you hold your pen, the way you tie your shoe
and I follow the veins in the back of your hands like a road map
I remember every town I pass through
Just by being there to talk to,
you fill me up
you fill me up
With every glance,
with every word you say,
you fill me up
Friend of mine
Help me out of this mind
It's crowded with confessions you showed me how to find
You broke down every fence,
and I don't mean to sound intense,
but everything I've ever lost suddenly makes sense
you found me
all alone and empty
and filled me up
you fill me up.
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I Have Enough
03:16
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I've been working through the weekends trying to keep our lantern lit
Though I don't wake up in the morning with a spring from where I sit
and I don't grind my teeth to stubs solely from chomping at the bit,
I have enough
Like complaining when it's raining, I'm disdaining every day
doing work without expression for some uninspired pay
like the sky after the rainclouds, I feel tempted just to say
"I've had enough"
Was I born to work in coffeeshops
while my passion fades and slowly flies away
and is it wrong to get no sleep, working eighty hours a week,
just to let myself follow a dream?
It sometimes seems
Still I've found no higher calling than the one that calls me home,
makes me push my aching legs until they tremble to the bone,
just to reach the door in time to put our dinner on the stove
We have enough
Like a bird that takes its glory finding pieces for his nest,
I will piece together objects for the life that suits us best
If the world I build around us keeps the rain out while we rest
I'll have enough
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Joe Holt New York, New York
Joe is a folk singer/songwriter originally from England, whose music was praised by Obscure Sound as "stirring, eloquent songwriting," and by Ear to the Ground as "the real deal when it comes to folk songwriting." His music has been featured twice on NPR. He lives in New York City. ... more
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