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Hummingbird Heart
05:16
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Above, above the natural law
In the most volatile state of all
Constantly seething, forever reaching
Through and around the world you found
When you appeared here
It all felt so real here
Though impossibly vast, moving so fast
The wind in the leaves and the buzzing of the bees
You were my humm-humm-hummingbird heart
At the flower of your new life
The creatures were so amazed
Your every wish they obeyed
The birds leapt into your hands and the birds could understand Your song so strong out of tune but never wrong
And you were always tattooing to your heart
Every person, every minute left its mark
And that lifestyle worked, though it often hurt
And though you wanted more and more you found you had to shut the door
Of your humm-humm-hummingbird heart
At the flower of your new life
And now the falling of a star makes you weep
Through the open window in your dream
Of a stillborn room, life a bud that didn’t bloom
You write songs like maps but they never take you back
And so you push against the border
And you reach for spiritual order
Pouring honey in the cake, you count the wishes you make But you’re always looking up to fill up the cup
Of your humm-humm-hummingbird heart
Humm-humm-hummingbird heart
Humm-humm-hummingbird heart
At the flower of your new life
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I don’t keep track of the world today
I just walk, walk that solitary block
I don’t keep track of the friends I make
I just talk, talk and try my key in every lock
And I don’t try to be good anymore
I don’t keep score
When I have I don’t need more
And it could be the start of a golden age
Or a gilded cage, or revolutionary rage
You know I’m a foreigner in my heart I think I lost my way
I just coast, coast, coast, like a wanderer’s ghost
And the beauty in the streets always makes me cry
All that polka-dotted laughter butterflying by
But I don’t try to make jokes anymore
I don’t keep score
When I have I don’t need more
And it could be the start of a golden age
Or a gilded cage, or revolutionary rage
I used to pray but now I write to you
And sign a mumbling-tumbling-human-dumpling fumbling for something
In the pocket of my life there’s the loose change
Of a childhood tossed and lost and freedom one at such a cost
But I don’t try to be free anymore
I don’t keep score
When I have I don’t need more
And it could be the start of a golden age
Or a gilded cage, or revolutionary rage
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3. |
Friends of Emergency
04:03
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In times of crisis I think of you
In times of crisis I wonder what you do
My dear friend of emergency
Urgently with you I’d like to be
At the last living dream or nightmare The last living dream or nightmare
The sky stark naked before donning evening dress
Saying, “if this is the end then I’d like to give my best
My dear friend of emergency
Urgently with you I’d like to be
At the last living dream or nightmare The last living dream or nightmare.”
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Green
03:05
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Though your heart may be broken
By the harsh words spoken
There’s still something so strong about birdsong
Makes you want to sing a long and keep on keeping on
Though the old earth’s spinning seems to be slowing And you find yourself not knowing if you’ll be around To see how it goes down, If it comes up
right as rain (right as rain)
On the lawn (On the lawn)
wild flowers careen
On the green (keeping my heart from sinking)
Oh the green (keeping my mind from overthinking)
Oh the green (keeping my soul in love with the living)
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5. |
Le jardin
03:52
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Toutes ces choses que nous faisions étant petites filles Plaisirs secrets, doux bouquets dont la poésie
Était inscrite sur nos cœurs tel un langage non-traduit
Oh ... je suis là ne m’oublie pas
À droit, à gauche, en haut, en bas Je suis là Et je ne bouge pas
Impatients, frissonnants, fantômes de nos ancêtres
Enlaçant fleurs aux étoiles, nos désirs s’enchevêtrent
Aux plantes vivaces, aux oiseaux rapaces, au vent à la fenêtre
Oh ... je suis là, ne m’oublie pas À droit, à gauche, en haut, en bas Je suis là
Et je ne bouge pas
Hors de l’ombre de l’Arbre et avant le bannissement
Des épopées païennes le jardin entier chante
Sans art, sans honte, sans le glissement du tout premier serpent En langue primaire nous étions si éloquente
Je suis là, ne m’oublie pas
À droit, à gauche, en haut, en bas Je suis là Je suis là
Je suis là
Et je ne bouge pas
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6. |
A Garden Song
04:14
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Come out and climb the garden-path,
Luriana Lurilee,
The China rose is all abloom
And buzzing with the yellow bee
We’ll swing you on the cedar-bough,
Luriana Lurilee.
I wonder if it seems to you
Luriana Lurilee
That all the lives we ever lived
And all the lives to be,
Are full of trees and waving leaves,
Luriana Lurilee.
How long it seems since you and I, Luriana Lurilee.
Roamed in the forest where our kind Had just begun to be,
And laughed & chattered in the flowers,
Luriana Lurilee.
How long since you and I went out, Luriana Lurilee
To see the kings go riding by Over lawn and daisylea,
With their palm-sheaves and cedar-leaves
Luriana Lurilee.
Swing, swing on the cedar bough! Luriana Lurilee
Till you sleep in a bramble-heap
Or under the gloomy churchyard-tree, And then fly back to swing on a bough, Luriana Lurilee.
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In the Birdsong
03:06
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I saw on some backstreet the ghost of our love go by
She was drinking and laughing and then looking me straight in the eye
She said, “from fallen leaves and broken twigs that sweet bird will make its nest
And the most perfect wave must come crashing down to rise and form another crest.
So don’t you worry, don’t you worry, don’t you worry
About that old love, that sweet and sad love that’s come and gone
It’s out there somewhere dancing until dawn
And singing at the top of its lungs in the birdsong.”
The last of summer floats through spire and tower
Glistening over gargoyle, ripple and flower
Over the placards and signs picketing
The golden boy of Bastille burns my eye like a wasp sting
He says, “look at me, I’m not free: I’ve got wings but I’ll never fly.
I long to fall down in the tall grass and lie down: I long to live, to love and to die.
Oh to worry, oh to worry, oh to worry
About an old love, a sweet and sad love that’s come and gone To know that it’s out there dancing until dawn
And to cry when I hear it in the birdsong.”
I saw in some backstreet the ghost of our love go by
She was drinking and laughing and then looking me straight in the eye, she said goodbye
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8. |
Night's Refrain
03:41
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We may never be as good as they
In life, in love, in song
But when our nights together came
Our night was thunder-strong
And who can blame the lightning bolt
Who dare question the flame?
When worlds were born with a lesser jolt Than when our nights together came
And thunder, wind and full moon Was the night’s refrain
And I cry and sigh at high noon Wondering if it will come again
And in my heart, a leafy bower Where the birds all sing your name And your scent on every flower And our longing is in the rain
Oceans may dry an true loves die
Wild beasts may all walk tame
But when storm gathers in a silver sky Heaven and earth will proclaim
That thunder, wind and full moon
Was our nights refrain
Now I cry and I sigh at high noon
Wondering if it will come again
Our night’s refrain
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KYRIE KRISTMANSON Paris, France
Kyrie Kristmanson is a modern-folk singer/songwriter from Canada, based in Paris
KYRIE KRISTMANSON recommends:
Out Of The Quiet Room (Demo 1990)
by Stevie Jones
Love the atmosphere and raw dreaminess of these demoes by Stevie Jones
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