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Toketee
04:16
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Took a car to Toketee
Past Sutherland and Myrtle Creek
Took our time to make a home
Among the trees without our phones
Walk a mile into the green
Until we reached the sacred springs
And waited for the wind to sing to us
The next day we headed south
To California's open mouth
Jedediah hears our shouts today
Camping beneath Redwood trees
I'll stroke your hair until you sleep
Listen up, though, for the sound of bears
Take my arms and spread them wide
They'll circle around massive pines
Soon enough we'll be running out of time
Drive back up the 101
Devil's Elbow in the Sun
Our summer's what the spring becomes
Cross the bay to Rockaway
Lattes in a sweet Cafe
Portland's not too far away
We'd make it there in half a day
Rain began quite suddenly
We parked our car right on the beach
And watched the footprints that we made
Disappear into the waves
On the way back to our home
I couldn't believe where we'd gone
Overseas and under God
We named the valleys of our own roads
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Blood of the Bull
04:50
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The city is a synesthetic light
It sees your sound and wants to have a bite
Blacklight in an underwater cage
Shines until our bodies form a single wave
But I don't make a noise
Cause I don't have a voice
All I can do is keep drinking the blood of the bull
Until my heart and soul
Until my heart and soul
Are full
The city is a synesthetic cave
It sees your sound and wants to have a taste
Blacklight in the suffocating dawn
And whisky in the overarching sun
I don't know what to say
Cause I threw our love away
All I can do is keep drinking the blood of the bull
Until my heart and soul
Until my heart and soul
Are full
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I picture her roaming on orchards
With arms full of fresh colored fruit
And her sisters are smiling beside her
And she's humming a tune to herself
Sycamore trees flooding the valley
Changing their colors slowly but surely
Her brother's in front with a brown wicker basket
Picking up apples that they've been after all day
Do you even love me anymore
Do you even love me anymore
Do you even love me anymore
I picture her riding through Marfa
In the back of an old pickup truck
High desert sky all around her
While flowers fall from her hair
Bluebonnet fields blanket the landscape
Flat open roads wrap the horizon
Out of the city three days of driving
They'll be back soon left early friday morn'
Do you even love me anymore
Do you even love me anymore
Do you even love me anymore
Do you even love me anymore
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Summer Ode
02:52
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Cold winter silence
Cars flooding driveways
Rain falling sideways
The road's clear and the sky's grey
Remember all those days in May
A year ago a year away
But I wouldn't know what to say
To you now
My love
To you now
My love
Wet summer evenings
Let's see what the night brings
Naked in the greenery
Covered in the garden leaves
Running past some solemn trees
Eating all their fallen seeds
This is where our love begins
But I don't know what to be
To you now
My love
To you now
My love
Cold winter silence
Rain blowing sideways
Wet summer evenings
This is where our love begins
This is where our love begins
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Wildflower
04:25
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Olympic horizons glowing at dusk
There's snow on the mountains fallen like dust
Swallowed at sunset summer in June
I barely could see them through the bright hue
Sadly you'll never see them now
Over the valley there's some wildflowers growing
Out of the bushes but there's no way of knowing
If they'll be blooming later in June
Rainier on Sundays, walk the full path
No rain on the forecast, its summer at last
Snow packs are melting on old riverbeds
Blue lupines are spreading, look at them bloom
Sadly you'll never see them now
Over the valley there's some wildflowers growing
Out of the bushes but there's no way of knowing
If they'll be blooming later in June
Olympic horizons fading away
They'll be out tomorrow, and the next day
I'd send you a picture, a silhouette blue
But maybe you'll see them, maybe next June
Maybe next June
Maybe next June
Maybe next June
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