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Wind Under the Door
04:20
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Wind under the door
Don't let it go
Who's it for?
Evening is young
My heart is a blur
Wind under the door
It floats like a ghost
Across the floor
At the banister's end
My spirit is lifting slowly
Wind under the door
Strawberry moon
Obsidian sword
A nightingale's tune
To unlock the path before me
Swift, summoning wind
Enchanted and free
Beaconing me
To follow the blue, mysterious, winding river
Wind under the door
A rush of cold air
Filling the room with adventures untold
My ankle-boots laced and ready
Faint, faraway sounds
In the whispering wood
Under the door
Villagers talk
Of damsels and dragon fire
Wind under the door
What will it say?
Who is it for?
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2. |
Buffalo Harvest
04:49
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When the Black Hills glow
And the northern winds blow
Tomorrow is a buffalo harvest
When a blood red sky
Lights embers in her eyes
It’s time for a buffalo harvest
I saw you there
A shadow from the past
A stranger in your own land
You took my hand in yours, firmly and said,
Catch the fire, chase the light
Something’s moving on the plains tonight
The river sings and trees tell secrets
I lay my head down on this ancient earth
And stare in silence at the ghost horizon
Cheyenne river dreams
When the Black Hills glow
And the crosswinds blow
Tomorrow is a buffalo harvest
Then I saw you there
In the shadows of time
Where do we belong?
You took my hand in yours, firmly and said
Catch the fire, chase the light
Something’s moving on the plains tonight
The rivers sing and the forest whispers
I lay my head down on this heaving earth
And stare in silence at the black horizon
Something’s moving on the plains tonight
Rivers roll and mountains quiver
A dizzy moon and a lazy rain
We wait like hawks in the prairie grass
Something’s moving on the plains tonight
The rivers sing and the forest dances
Her lightning eyes and midnight hair,
She crouches low in the prairie grass
For when tomorrow comes
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3. |
Into the Narrows
02:16
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4. |
She's a Rocket
05:35
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When I wake up in the morning in the Marble Canyon cool,
There’s gold powder in my hair
When the condor sweeps the sky
I'll be on my way to Santa Fe
And the cobblestones cringe,
I braid my beard and swagger,
I’m feeling like a connoisseur
I want to paint my face in red & green
And lift into the night
She’s a rocket, and I’m her crazy dream
There’s a fire in my heart and some breath in my lungs,
I’m a newfangled troubadour
So, I raise my hand and sway
To the pulse of the prairie floor
And she tumbles through the universe on automatic flames
She’s guaranteed to disengage
I want to paint my face in red & green
Watch her lift into the night
In her tuned-up, daredevil flying machine
Soar above the flood
She’s a rocket, and I’m her galaxy
In the Catalina Foothills where the mountains meet the rain
A desert rose and a lucky star
After hours, when the constellations bleed across the blue
She’s roaring over Tanglewood
And her helmet shatters like a mirror in a crawlspace
She’s invisible for the afternoon
I want to paint her face in red & green
Watch her lift in through the night
She’s a rocket, and I’m her crazy dream
When you take a walk in the countryside heather
Listen for my voice in the rain
I love you more than you’ll ever know
You make me smile with your pleasantries
Every time I look into your jaded eyes
All our years come back to me
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5. |
This Love
04:35
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It’s a subtle thing, this love
Your hands, your lips
I’m all out of sorts, these days
My touch, your kiss
And come what may,
I have you and you have me and that’s enough
It’s an honest thing, this love
Your look, your words
I’ve fallen into you
My world has turned
When times get hard, we’ll remember all the memories we’ve made
Your homemade paper whispers,
echo in my dreams when evening falls
Your Polynesian songs tell of ancient oceans
Your homemade paper whispers,
float in from the window when I sleep
Your alabaster jars, filled with forest roses
You’ll always be my light, my hearth, my home
Those longing eyes, so clear
So true, so real
Take my hand—let’s forget about tomorrow while we can
It’s a subtle thing…
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Jade Alger Chattanooga, Tennessee
Jade Alger began his journey in music at an early age playing cello. At university he made a name for himself through song- writing and became known for his abilities to marry avant-garde wordplay with lilting melodies and intricate finger-style guitar work. ... more
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