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King of the Undead
03:36
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Who’s the king of the undead? I want to chop off his head.
Who’s the king of the undead? I want to chop off his head.
Sometimes it’s hard to be a law abiding man.
Sometimes it’s hard to be a law abiding man.
You know the king of the undead, well he’s got minions,
they’re out there killing, aint got no concience.
Aint got no law, and their souls are dead.
Aint got no law, and their souls are dead.
You know the king of the undead, he’s out for profit.
He’ll rape, treat you like garbage. His own allegiance.
He thinks he’s god in his own illusion.
He thinks he’s god in his own illusion.
But I won’t bow my head to the king of the undead.
No I won’t bow my head to the king of the undead.
I’ve got my law, and I’m a biding man.
I’ve got my law, and I’m a biding man.
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Hunter
05:44
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I pulled my string, though I held no mark, I stood poised and ready.
From beyond the veil I watched, and though many came,
I never let fly, my weapon held steady.
Hunters hunted, some would comment, “Is he hunter?
Why does he not kill then?”
While I aged they said, eat, you grow thin.
I said for this I am not hungry.
Then late one moonlit evening. I had a vision,
or maybe death, or just dreaming.
I saw my mark from beyond the veil, tasted victory
but an untried hand will often fail,
my shot went wild and the kill was left standing.
I saw my companions, the hunters, take aim,
at what to them was just another kill,
with practice and taut release it fell.
Each shot merging and dying.
The mark was no longer unknown, from beyond the veil,
but an entity spread out and encompassing.
In my time as hunter.
Reminded of the lessons of release and to kill and plunder.
Then I felt root, tasted water, was the flower.
I knew blooming and wilting.
When I awoke, it was with body and with voice.
Good for moving and to sing.
All the while, reminded of my time as hunter,
while paralyzed in a perfect stance waiting for plunder he says,
“I don’t need your love, you’re not worth my art.”
And stands there poised with his string.
"I don’t want your love, you’re not my mark.”
While he waits in his perfect stance at the ready
All the while, reminded of the flower,
the lessons of root and release, the song and shower, where he says
I’ll move for you,
let go, my mark,
you feed me well, I’ll bloom and I’ll sing.
I shoot for you,
my root my mark,
I’ll feed you well, I’ll bloom and I’ll sing.
Where it blossoms it is spring.
Where it blooms there is hunting.
Where it flowers someone pulls a string.
In their release there is merging.
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My Own Way Down
04:11
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I jumped cause I thought that I could land safely
And I fell down when I crossed, cause I was too hasty
Up ahead I was lost, when the ground came up and ate me
It was nobody’s fault, but I didn’t want to blame me
So I pointed a finger at my lot and the law on down to all the demons that would chase me
around, all around, and on my way down, my own way down
Drank whiskey for my pain, cause then life was good and easy
But then something would nag and pull at the back of my train,
and I end up drowning myself in some pity
laze around for a day maybe two, but then end up getting kind of angry
Take it out on some damn fool who thought that he was better than me
and I’d point my finger and yell about my lot and the law on down to all the demons that chased me
around, all around, and on my way down, my own way down
Woke up and was sore in the jaw,
with some feeling but I couldn’t name it
Ground was wet with thaw of a winter where spring hadn’t came yet
self satisfied smile, I could show them all, cause I had a train to catch
I jumped cause all of them thought that I would never make it
No one to hear the train whistle call
in the early morning where an unmarked grave was set
around, all around, and on my way down, my own way down
Stuck with all the ghosts that wander around
and the demons that had chased him
wait to claim those with minds fraught and unsound,
make use of their anguish
or those with cravings for power and greed for more ground,
we can just call them all politicians
when they have everyone else to fault,
as long as they get to hold on to all of their pieces
hide in their ledgers and inside of the law
on down to the demons that possess them
around, all around, and on their way down, their own way down
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Glory Be
03:32
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In the cold rain coming down
And a ground that’s wet with leaves fallen
Into that well I drown
With eager eyes that wait with longing
To frame that picture lest my senses run aground
I must commence with drawing
Or swallowed up in the sounds
Enter my harmony my calling
We Sing Ohh, Ohh Ohh
Glory be
To know that I’ve got friends around
Feels like a family gathering
To find teachers who would raise my ground
And guideposts on a path to keep walking
There’s a lover here to wrap around
A depth and light that’s always shining
Swaloowed up inside the sounds
Enter my harmony my calling
My fate and choices this time and place the puzzle that I found
All the pieces that I’m gathering
Get that put together and for a moment feel proud
Before the next one goes scattering
It may be a summer season or like this cold rain coming down
Sometimes the yoke, sometimes the ox,
sometimes the one who’s driving
Swallowed up inside all the sounds
Enter my harmony my calling
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Learning and Forgetting
05:32
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Inside of me, a song of leaves and wind,
of romance and a river’s winding ways.
A troubadour with tales of fated meetings and missed chances,
of fall and lost friends and memories.
If I’ve done wrong, if I’ve caused you any harm,
let me say again I’m sorry.
But I’ll still walk, make mistakes and move along,
cause I’m not one to hold on to regretting.
Sometimes a home has a lonely haunting feel,
another time it will buzz electric with magic in the air.
Sometimes a mind plays tricks, another time it reveals
the many mirrors where I like to turn and stare.
Where I can see myself as a large imposing man,
with long pockets and a gentleman’s tweed coat.
I see myself as a small man with hungry, reaching hands
grasping at a world made of smoke.
Sometimes I tell a lie and say a things ok,
though it eats at me and festers in my heart.
I find that thoughts can be weapons in their own way,
intent to find an end to that which they would start.
And on which side I stand, my triumph or defeat,
typically I’m none too proud.
But if from an empty hand, it’s fate that pulls to meet,
I find I learn my own true ground.
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So if there’s a song of wind in leaves and romance,
a rivers depth and winding ways.
It’s not me, or if it is it’s only happenstance,
just another voice inside the play.
So if I’ve done wrong, if I’ve caused you any harm,
let me say again I’m sorry.
But I’ll still walk, make mistakes and move along,
cause I’m not done with learning or forgetting.
There’s a love and gratitude to call my home,
And it’s to that place I’m headed
I’ll still walk make mistakes and move along
With one sun rising and another setting
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Clara JUne
04:14
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Honeysuckle, summer rain, it’s just a storm passing through
these days are good and long, Clara June,
may yours be too
Though there’s gray clouds and thunder to boom
I see a ray of sun peeking through
Wedding vows and baby clothes, swaddled white, pink and blue
though there’s this house we raised you in, Clara June,
we’re children too
who weather the storms and thunder to boom
we bask in the sun, and sing to the moon
give our love, give our love, give our love, we sing to you
if they push and shove, act not with love, Clara June,
embrace them too
while they’re in the storm with thunder to boom
you be a ray of sun peeking through
while they’re in the storm with thunder to boom
you be a ray of sun peeking through
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That We Are
04:33
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Ohh lord you are
Ohh lord you are
That I am
That I am
Ohh lord I am, that you are
Ohh lord I am, that you are
The sun, earth and stars
The sun, earth and stars
Don't leave me far, my love, my star
Don't leave me far, my love, my star
Under the stars, I am, you are
Under the stars, I am, you are
That we are
That we are
Don't leave me far, my love, my star
I won't stay far, my love, my star
Don't leave me far, my love, my star
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Magical Beasts Chicago, Illinois
Chicago based.
Experimental Folk.
Making the music you didn't know you wanted to hear, but then you are like, "Damn, that's a good sound."
After you have listened a few times.
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