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In the early morning
The procession of everything I've ever feared
Recedes back from whence it came - the dust
The dust from whence it came
Once again shakes loose from my beard, my beard
You shampooed my beard
Beneath the stars that wave goodbye
The stripes were showing on my tail
Your light filling up the sky
Laughter spilling down the trail
Your love strapped me in the chair
Held me down with just a stare
At first you trusted me to stay
I wriggled free and broke away
First you trusted me to stay
I wiggled free and broke away
Lathered up a wild racoon
In the hopes just like the moon,
He'd get clear and bright again
Didn't know if he'd ever been
Loved in the midst of being feared
'Til you shampooed, you shampooed his beard
In the early morning sun
See colors fall back into place
Already knew you were the one
Now this tingle on my face
Already knew you were he one
And now this tingle on my face
Traces back to care
In this dewy morning air
Did you hear the cat-fight overnight?
Bits of fur caught in the light
Did you hear the cat-fight overnight?
Bits of fur caught in the light
Lathered up a wild racoon
In the hopes just like the moon,
He'd get clear and bright again
Didn't know if he'd ever been
Loved in the midst of being feared
'Til you shampooed, you shampooed his beard
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I prance around in my town
Just like a toddler in a gown
This helps the men in dresses to feel safe
You'll find you're heard (find your herd) in the 3rd
After you've reached into enough dirt
You'll tap the rushing water, it'll give you strength
Dragons are a metaphor for something we can't name
You may draw it up on a piece of paper
It's an interpretation - describing mostly about you
4 winds that blow for to say
"We need all directions today"
Remind us by getting our hair out of the way
The view reflects me and you
You and i reflect what we see
You hold the mic to the speaker and it folds back on me
Place and hands that make our minds up
For what we can't lay a finger on
As actual husbandry of the natural world,
The wild, chaotic world, the gentle and docile world
But, if we listen this day
We make pick up the play
And that we dropped the ball
Will soon be a faint memory
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Feelin' The Light (live)
04:47
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You need to try it all out, I'm letting go, you should know
You need to try it all I'm letting you go, you should know
if you me, just give a call
if you need a catch to make a fall
Story of my life, the rain is what fills me up
When I feel the light, it's takin' a bite of me
Story of my life, the rain is what fills me up
Story of my life, When I feel the light
Up above on high, Sun bears pearly whites
When I'm in sight, he marks me with delight
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Alone In My Ark (live)
04:23
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Open Exit (live)
02:53
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Open exit, exciting patterns of the past
You're a head-shot shooting up and out at last
As the hex eats its tail and clearly breaks its fast
Round the bend will you bend the rules for me
And meander aiming fecklessly
For foraging is often stumbling upon the goods in surprise
Like an "X" as I make a mark of where I stand
When outstretched, I'm a sign that here is but a man
But a man may not understand
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the living world at the mercy of his hands
Fan the flames and invoke a change
Change it up, up, up and away
Out of its cage, for a spell you had bound your arms
Now you're pulling out all your charms
To heal the hurt then get back out in the dirt
Heal the hurt, then get back into the dirt
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To Soar and Be Sore
03:18
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(speaking in tongues)
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The News Brews
03:58
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A castle in the sand, it plays out just as planned
Or did you forget that the tide would claim its land
Bells ring by the hand of man, also by the wind
When sand kicks up in your face, it's hard to keep a grin
Shouting my own name, just to wake myself up from a dream
Shouting my own name, just to wake myself up from a dream
Shouting my own name, just to wake myself up from a dream
Erica! Erica! Erica! Erica!
Hearing my own name, sensing a definite lack, of state-of-being
Hearing my own name, sensing a definite lack, of state-of-being
Hearing my own name, sensing a definite lack, of state-of-being
Erica!, Erica, Erica, Erica!
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Karl Blau Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
These records are all over the place. My latest studio record Love & Harm consists of a modern country rock sound featuring the pedal steel of Jon Hyde (Introducing) and amazing players you'd recognize from playing on stage with me. Living in Germantown, Philadlephia, started a recording project called Opal Eskar, check that out too. ... more
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