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Untie Me
04:18
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I want to wash my mind where the waves of brine come welling up from under,
A changing line where the tide reaches.
I want to hold my truth so the blaze of youth can work me fully over,
An open fire on the wide beaches
Of you
What's flooding through us, and coming to us,
Opening our path?
What's flooding through us, and coming to us?
Untie me from the mast!
And if the gods of stone can be overthrown in an echoing of thunder,
Will if bring the rain to the dry spaces?
Then I will ask to be like a fetch of sea at the mouth of this October,
And gather storms to the high places
Of you
What's flooding through us, and coming to us,
Opening our path?
What's flooding through us, and coming to us?
Untie me from the mast!
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Open Wide
04:35
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I surrender what fell into the fire,
Notice tendered, devotion and desire
Returned to sender.
I give over this broken dam of bone
Held in center by a flood against the stone
I surrender.
Set my tongue on fire, I'll open my head and cry
You who lift me higher where I'm broken open wide, open wide.
Never thought the glory could ever look this broken
But there you are, shining in the midst of it
Like an angel.
Set my tongue on fire, I'll open my head and cry
You who lift me higher where I'm broken open wide, open wide.
In the morning when the waterline recedes
From the dark and sunken shoreline of our dreams,
I surrender, never knowing what it means.
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Encircled
04:33
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The sun is going down so hard above the sea
I'm leaning into it, the void between you and me.
Though I am noticing the light is sinking fast,
I get an inkling this aching's going to last.
We encircled each other and held to our North
And fermented our days into wine.
Here in the finish these tears coming forth
Are the essence of the something divine.
What held me would destroy me with the sureness of a blade.
Bedrock left me spinning above an ocean we have made.
Here I am witnessing the blunt edge of the night
With an eerie kind of knowing there is no shore in sight.
We encircled each other and held to our North
And fermented our days into wine.
Here in the finish these tears coming forth
Are the essence of the something divine.
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Save Me a Place
02:30
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Save me a place on your altar,
I'm borne and I'm lost on your water.
I might get there while it's light, or I might drift under the night,
Save me a place on your altar.
I've reached and I've stumbled toward you,
I've waited and I've hungered for you.
But I lost myself at sea, thought it fell to you not me
To bring me to believe I was worthy.
It's not to make me right I release you,
From everything you are I will not keep you.
I've forgiven the disguises that kept us hidden from our eyes
And left us with these burdens to bury.
I will love you and believe in you forever.
From our children, may we neither one be severed.
Where our birds touch the sky, may we meet there by and by.
Save me a place on your altar.
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Question Mark
03:55
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In the resounding calm from which you come,
Go down to the shrine, immerse yourself till you are alone.
Man taken apart, assemble inside you
The foothills of your heart, remember them, and rise
Into your wondering, for in your wondering
A question mark is half of a heart, we try so hard to join them.
A question mark is half of a heart, just leave it open to the world:
Am I a question?
Flowing down from the North, the river is rising
Swollen with the force of memory that you have been hiding.
In the pith of you, a shadow is melting,
Rising through your breast, your emptiness, your eyes
Into your wondering, for in your wondering
A question mark is half of a heart, they open in the autumn,
They grow until they burst apart, the seeds fall out of the bottom.
The pain that holds us all apart is pain we have in common.
A question mark is half of a heart, just leave it open to the world:
Am I a question?
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Bead of Glass
02:33
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Little blue bead of glass, you catch the light
Of a child I held in the night.
And the change floods through us all to the sea.
But I'll give my soul to your eyes
And I'll hold you close if you cry, when you cry.
And I'll love the beauty that we become.
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Robby Rothschild Santa Fe, New Mexico
Singing songs of his own making, and accompanying them with instruments such as the West African kora, guitar, and percussion, Robby draws from the dual wells of tradition and personal expression. Known for his work with the duo Round Mountain and his recent touring as percussionist for Kip Winger and Ottmar Liebert, Robby’s solo work represents a furthering of his search into musical wilderness. ... more
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