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Cape Ann Song
05:01
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In a little town
At the end of the earth
Full of scent and sound
Of the water
Hangs a history
Deep and oh so long
Wild as the sea
And pretty as her songs
This is more than an island
More than sea and shore
More than tide and wind
The harbor birds are crying
Swooping low and fast
O'er fishermen arriving
Hulls heavy with their catch
From a granite ledge
With panoramic view
The painter tilts his head
To glimpse that golden blue
From salty saloons
To the riverside
Poets sway, and singers swoon
Drunk on love of light
This is more than an island
More than sea and shore
More than tide and wind
You see it in silver scales
Shining in the sun
In spindrift and great white sails
Mysteries and tall tales
Generations
Living and breathing the ocean, the ocean
Four hundred
Years of devotion, devotion
Oh, a legacy that can't be sold
Oh, and we -
We can't let go
Now it's in our hands
In our hearts and minds
To live and love this land
By the sea defined
By the sea defined
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2. |
Afterglow
03:56
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Daisies dance by the roadside,
We're cutting through the pines
The only thing left to decide
Is go on or turn behind
We're gonna pick our path,
Carve it out like water
One day, find a canyon
Don't you know that old Colorado River
Was a drip to begin with?
Tires torn on the freeway
We're burning through the dust
Nothing left to do or say
And no one left to trust
But that big sky, uncompromising
Everything, yet empty
We'll chase her down to the horizon
By land, or sea
Hey, hey, hey, hey...
Tip the scales, find the light
Sing our songs all through the night
It won't come fast, that we know
And it won't last longer than the afterglow
With steady hand, and quiet mind
Luck, and maybe kismet
A lot of love, and a little time
We're gonna make it
We'll set our course by tide and stars
No map to draw or follow
With one voice and two guitars
We'll sing our tomorrow
Hey, hey, hey, hey...
Tip the scales, find the light
Sing our songs all through the night
It won't come fast, that we know
And it won't last longer than the afterglow
We'll set our course by tide and stars
No map to draw or follow
With one voice and two guitars
We'll sing our tomorrow
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3. |
Sunday Morning
04:09
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Sunday morning, 8 a.m.
I wake hungry, Lord, again
I stutter, my mind skips
Bread and butter can't feed this
Is heavy - it runs deep
Something better give so I can
Keep
Oh my head now
Or fall asleep
And forget how
So I'm searching, climbing walls
Back and forth and still it calls
So sweetly, so sublime
Just might keep me
Out of my own
Mind
Suspended
And somehow time
Is transcended
Oh, while I am floating up in the atmosphere
Spinning slowly
Why do I keep coming back up here?
It's so lonely
Push the paintbrush, pluck the string
Feel the head rush
Lord, when you sing
So freely - yet in time
Feel the heartbeat
Hope those stars
Align
Up above you
And in the meantime
Reach, and love to
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Middle of the Ocean
03:32
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Oh my honey, my man
Where have you gone?
So far from me
And who knows for how long
Still I keep my eyes
On the horizon
So maybe you can meet my gaze
In the middle of the ocean
The little gestures, the held hands
Sleeping intertwined
I won't forget them
I can't - even when I try
Still I keep my eyes
On the horizon
So maybe you can meet my gaze
In the middle of the ocean
With love as your tailwind
You're my ocean
My tide and stars
So happy new year, my love
In a faraway bed you sleep
I know you can't hear
Me above your dream choirs, so sweet
Always I keep my eyes
On the horizon
And I know you will meet my gaze
In the middle of the ocean
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Marina Evans Massachusetts
Strong, sultry vocals meet clever lyricism & unusual melodies in Marina Evans' music. Combining a background in jazz with traditional folk and a rock edge, Marina has developed a distinctive sound that's all her own. She has released 3 original EPs & a full-length album since her start, and has toured from her Massachusetts home to Manhattan, Nashville, New Orleans, L.A., London, Italy, and beyond ... more
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