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Stay
04:16
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Stay - written by Odetta Hartman
I dreamt your eyelashes kissed my shoulder blade
On the tip that points out when beside you I lay
In this little cold bed with the iron work frame
But I can't convince you to stay
Though I only just met you through a white window pane
Shrouded in blinking meadows, on a feather you came
'Cross the bridge to my door, well, they're one and the same
But I can't convince you to stay
Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay
Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay
I can't convince you to stay
I'm just trying to go uptown, I'm just trying to go up
Draw a tree branch in ashes, raise your thin silver cup
To the open-door guest who'll embrace at the cuff
But I can't convince you to stay
Now it's blocks of my weekdays that expand while you're off
Give a pinch to my side-arm and say, 'kid toughen up'
But I can't give or take when I've had much too much
And I can't convince you to stay
Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay
Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay
I can't convince you to stay
You say, 'I don't want nothin' but delight on my tongue
And really want is the difference between a couple bread crumbs?'
Well, I'd follow your pattern, skipping stones you have flung,
But I can't convince you to stay
Finally crystal clear dew drops ring with harmonies sung
By a chorus of cheepers tremblin' like they were rung
And the spiderweb tarot off the window pane hung
But I can't convince you to stay
Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay
Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay
I can't convince you to stay
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Shadow Puppets
03:16
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Shadow Puppets - by Odetta Hartman
Take a sip from your chaliced chest
And I bow my head to you
'Cause kicking myself would be a waste of bruises
And you won't allow the black and blue
I know it will get easier with time
Tick off the days by swimming up the Rhine
Even though I am across the ocean
Looking out a sunflower view
Remember that time I came all the way out to Hoboken
To prove my devotion to you
I know it will get easier with time
Tick off the days by swimming up the Rhine
I'll make a shadow puppet on the moon
So you can see it, too
We planted peaches in the sidewalk cement
Be careful, the dawn is coming soon
I know it will get easier with time
Tick off the days by swimming up the Rhine
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Letters and Postcards
03:00
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Letters & Postcards - by Odetta Hartman
Took a trip in your boatsong upstate
Unknowingly smitten, it's a shame it was fate
Sadly you didn't know exactly what was at stake
So this morning I'm alone once again
Oh, you gave me no warning
Though you may have tried
So this morning I'm alone once again
I wrote you letters and postcards in the old-fashioned way
But with an address left blank there wasn't much I could say
And though I tried and I sang to convince you to stay
Still this morning I'm alone once again
Oh, you gave me no warning
Though you may have tried
So this morning I'm alone once again
And though we were silent, at times it was sweet
But skin-to-skin is how I long to greet
Now the struggle is over so I doubt we'll re-meet
And this morning I'm alone once again
Oh, you gave me no warning
Though you may have tried
So this morning I'm alone once again
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Wanderlust
04:01
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Wanderlust -- by Odetta Hartman
Maybe when we're older and better for our sins
We can laugh it off and peel our sunburnt skin
And watch our freckled shoulders as they start to disappear
And sit and wonder how and why we've grown up all these years
Well, when did I begin to let you tell me what to do?
I said what gives you the right to take an inch or two
And so I'll peel my skin off like a solitary snake
To leave you in the dust wonderin' who was my namesake
Maybe when we're older and better for our sins
We can laugh it off and peel our sunburnt skin
And watch our freckled shoulders as they start to disappear
And sit and wonder how and why we've grown up all these years
We dragged a featherbed onto the empty kitchen floor
And rubbed our bones against the wood to even up the score
Well, tally marks don't always add what we are to say
A linear life is what you lead but who am I blame?
Maybe when we're older and better for our sins
We can laugh it off and peel our sunburnt skin
And watch our freckled shoulders as they start to disappear
And sit and wonder how and why we've grown up all these years
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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
~ tuning forks
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