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Shading Stump

by Karl Blau

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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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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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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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(speaking in tongues)
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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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Most of this material is borrowed from a live recording at Wyman Park, at the corner of 1st and Morris in La Conner, Washington just as the Sun was setting across the Swinomish Channel.

The photo used for the album image is of that evening where upon a pink slug of a cloud was slowly ambling up over a distant hill.

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released September 9, 2013

Karl Blau - kalimba, percussion, Voyager sound controller, looper, and voice through echo and reverb

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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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