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CREEKTIME
01:54
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CREEKTIME
I put my chips on the table
I'll pay my debts whenever I'm able
Walking 'tween the towers on a tight rope cable
Truth be told - this ain't no fable
Tell me what do you see by the light of the moon?
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TAP TAP
03:27
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TAP TAP
My hands won't stop shaking
Making deals with the devil I've awakened
The devil I awakened in myself
I went walking in the army of angels
I went walking in the valley of angels
I was sitting by the slots, jar of nickels in my hands
Sidled next to me was the figure of a man
He said, "Excuse me, ma'am, do you need a hand?"
He was looking awful sharp
Teeth like daggers, eyes like darts
"Your chances can't be beat"
Tap tap went the cloven feet
TAP TAP
"Follow me down, come see what I'm offering"
No, I don't give a damn about that
"The secrets of the underground, it's a cold fact"
But I'll turn my back
I went walking in the valley of angels
Three cherries in a row, to kingdom come I go
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DREAMCATCHERS
01:51
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DREAMCATCHERS
When I was a sweet little girl and I'd go to sleep
See a man, standing in my doorway
Say, brother won't you let me be
No, no my child - I'm taking you away with me
Close, close your eyes - in the darkness you cannot see
When I was a sweet little child
I had visions visit in the night
They'd follow me down to the tunnels underground
I burrowed them all in my mind
Come, come my child - I'm taking you to be with your kind
Close, close your eyes - you never know what you won't
You never know what you might
Never know what you won't find
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LAZY LA
03:27
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LAZY LA
I dreamt I was in the surfing van
White - utilitarian
I opened the door
Warm - follow me
You can pile your things in a duffel bag
And carry your whole life right on your back
(each little favorite trinket)
With ten pairs of clothes, life really ain't so bad
You can ride your bike and romp along the riverbed
On that late lazy LA afternoon
I dreamt I read a smutty book (whalebone)
Her eyes - they looked like Old Hollywood
I read it all in one night
Wood floor - it's paradise
You can hang on the hill with Farmer Dan
And pick up some choice words from Tomato Cam
Accidentally in the field work on your tan
And on your way home, pick some fruit to make guava jam
On that late lazy LA afternoon
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BATONEBO
03:07
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BATONEBO
It's true - I could have done better
But I won't be bullied to fully take the blame
You came - into my body like a spirit
So I have determined your proper name
Batonebo
Leave me be
I'll give you roses and violets
If you stop inflicting violence on me
Forgive - my cancerous emotions
Here I offer these devotions to appease
Now please - da tik'bit
Filter out of me
So I can drown out this supernatural scream
Batonebo
Set me free
I'll sing you iavnana vardo batonebo
Batonebo
Leave me be
I'll give you roses and violets
If you stop inflicting violence on me
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LIMONCELLO
02:09
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LIMONCELLO
Hello
The stars aligned to make you mine
Don't move too fast
Let it seep, the flavor deepens every week
I have never been this happy before
Making our own limoncello
Shake it up so it don't settle
Peel off the rind to make it yellow
We'll open it up the next time we say hello
I don't mind
Killing time
Til I see you again
My sicilian
My sweet, spicy blooded italian
Making our own limoncello
Shake it up so it don't settle
Peel off the rind to make it yellow
We'll open it up the next time we say hello
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HARD WIRED
03:03
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HARD WIRED
She walked into the backyard and stood out from the rest
Bandana tied round her neck, unassuming at best
And I smiled as I passed her my rolled cigarette
Dark hair and long lashes, fringe on her chest
Oh I can't keep my hands to myself
True and tried, there can be no denying I'm along for the ride
But my pride, keeps me from toeing the line
So I'll blow me a line and see how it goes
Oh I can't keep my hands to myself
But in the morning I feel the heat of the devil's fire
And I know that my actions will be far from admired
But I can't keep my senses from their hard wire
Hon, you know I'm no liar
Oh I can't keep my hands to myself
What am I supposed to do?
Tell me boy what am I supposed to do
If I can't help loving you
No I can't keep my man to myself
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LUCKY DOG
03:21
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LUCKY DOG
I will throw some sea salt over my own head
Sprinkle flour to keep satan off my door step
These are the habits that I can't understand
My rational reflexes stupefy
My super superstitious contraband
Chinese charms with concave mirrors peer off my sill
Special stones and crystal bones protect me until
My mind overcomes the myth
Of my whispering behemoth
I'll never walk under a ladder
Be careful your mirrors don't shatter
I add to my copper corner
Lucky pennies, turquoise and fools gold
I light up my ghost-town sage
Water glasses, oils, a witches orb
I'll never itch my palm
Here's to my lucky dog
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Odetta Hartman New York, New York
swansongs out 3.22.24
+ cowboy soul
+ future folk
+ superstitious
songs
+ sound experiments
~ back-porch banjos
~ detuned violins
~ foley field recordings
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