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To Toil Or Be Free
06:00
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Down below the seasons, hills and snow
The place that I call home
Up above the sunshine, sand and mosquito bugs
The places I dream of
Here today, pulled a hundred different ways
Monetary need rules our days
But what a sad thing it would be
To submit our lives to toiling
Instead of following a dream
This land, it beckons to be seen
And I am free to answer its plea
The only hand keeping my stationary
It is my own
The world, it beckons to be seen
And we are free to answer its plea
The only hand keeping us stationary
It is our own
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Before and Between
04:38
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The breeze is at my back
Rising and falling with the rolling green
My mind is as light as the air through the grass
Silent before this wondrous scene
Before and between us
What a wonderful thing happening
Before and between us
Life is a day spent here in your company
In this place there is no strife or bitterness
Only the sound of the wind in our ears
Why pray for heaven
When we have it right here?
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Bolton Valley
03:15
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Driving four miles up the mountain
To your house in the valley
Vermont in the summertime
When the mountains are green
Before the dark came we walked down to the river
I took some pictures and we drank the water there
When we took the highway, mountain splendor held our gaze
Over hills, staring out of the window
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Oh Splendor
06:04
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Oh great country, shore to shore
From the greatest heights, to the forest floor
I have only images in my mind
And a flame that is burning inside
Oh splendor, in time I will see you
Where the meadow and the mountain meet the blue
Hands free with the truth we've always been free
To do the things we love
Shed the shackles of conventional thinking
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
-Mark Twain
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oh she speaks to me
through a phonograph sunken 1943
when I try to reach her bell
the air in my lungs isn’t nearly enough
and I hardly make it past the salt and shells
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6. |
Will Farina - sandflats
03:15
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sky between two
miles to see through
bend apart the edge of you
change the curves of gray to blue
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Will Farina - foampool
00:37
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the same old hum is floating through
the tides between my ears
to spend your time collecting
second-hand souvenirs
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the girl in the curtain is silently twirling
in the audible fields of the boy overseas
sideways glances are wasted chances
she’ll balance the world upon her knees
he’s just like the great romantics
sea semantics are all he writes
she gives her past to photographs and
wonders why the days aren’t still so bright
why aren’t the days so bright
when they sing the words they bring
thoughts through their backs no one’s seen
his heart tired, her lungs on fire
nothing lights up in between those skies
why aren’t the days so bright
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Will Farina - crosstrees
02:19
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raise your eyes and be inanimately free
objectively
oh to be
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golden lights above the street
when will they sleep
rooftop failures, seaside dreams
when will they meet
moonlight showers on shady streets
wash over me
broken voices, cloudy skies
where are your eyes
long lost stories
short lived nights to be alive
no one feels fine hanging from telephones
passing down borrowed homes
skipping over epigraphs
cutting their coins in half
giving four sixth a word
leaving the rest unheard
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Will Farina - wavespeech
03:53
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I look up through a frozen sky
red in my heart, blue in my eyes
icy serpents, magnetic currents
I missed the moon for five months
running away on the first day of june
the mountains are gone, the sky will be soon
he’s an optical believer
symmetrical dreamer
I missed the sea only once
and I’ll never have to know
if shades beneath the snow
are singing my friends to sleep
darker than light
hum to recite the echoes from the deep
formal dress and no
flight brings him down, keep an ear to the ground
the choir swims past without oxygen masks
and there’s no sign of laying on glass
no one ever finds the time on the lines
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