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i'm sorry not sorry
04:49
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Only a Little Taller
06:22
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THE CONCERT
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
No, I will go alone.
I will come back when it's over.
Yes, of course I love you.
No, it will not be long.
Why may you not come with me?
You are too much my lover.
You would put yourself
Between me and song.
If I go alone,
Quiet and suavely clothed,
My body will die in its chair,
And over my head a flame,
A mind that is twice my own,
Will mark with icy mirth
The wise advance and retreat
Of armies without a country,
Storming a nameless gate,
Hurling terrible javelins down
From the shouting wall of a singing town
Where no women wait!
Armies clean of love and hate,
Marching lines of pitiless sound
Climbing hills to the sun and hurling
Golden spears to the ground!
Up the lines a silver runner
Bearing a banner whereon is scored
The milk and steel of a bloodless wound
Healed at length by the sword!
You and I have nothing to do with music.
We may not make of music a filigree frame,
Within which you and I,
Tenderly glad we came,
Sit smiling, hand in hand.
Come now, be content.
I will come back to you, I swear I will;
And you will know me still.
I shall be only a little taller
Than when I went.
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4. |
Hill and Holler
06:49
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"Mountain Mama Dream"
The night comes slowly
as I walk the back woods and
gather compost for my garden
The sky lights up with vivid colors
I lay back on the grass
to see the sky show. . . and then,
eat my dinner, read the Green Tab,
slowly drink blackberry wine and
become one with my inner nature
my dream does a wild hillbilly dance
with sweet touch and pure emotions
I do not awake easilyMountain Mama Dream
The night comes slowly
as I walk the back woods and
gather compost for my garden
The sky lights up with vivid colors
I lay back on the grass
to see the sky show. . . and then,
eat my dinner, read the Green Tab,
slowly drink blackberry wine and
become one with my inner nature
my dream does a wild hillbilly dance
with sweet touch and pure emotions
I do not awake easily
-Paula Finck, 1981
"What makes a city girl move to the middle of nowhere?" (excerpt)
Plant me in a forest of poplars
next to butterfly weeds
down a dirt road to a meadow
where the sun sprinkles its laughter
-Paula Finck, 2012
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5. |
Assemble
06:22
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6. |
Overcoming
06:43
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