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Your heart is overgrown
bound to the greed
its braided up the spine
honeysuckle, bittersweet
Climbing up, pulling down
Remediate your mind
It's dark beneath
turn up the soil now
let it breath
Tunnel down, pull it up
Climbing up, pulling down
Pressed down the crop splits from the ground with wind now echoing
The trampled and the weary ones shall then be released
To think that they had buried us forgetting we are seeds
cracked through the light has taken root, rising to find relief
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Don't Steal the Land
These mountains are not yours
They are not ours
They belong to themselves the ancient ancient ones
These rivers are not yours
They are not ours
They belong to themselves the ancient ancient ones
Oh Chesapeake and all the creeks that lead to the mighty James
Blue Ridge mountains Appalachia
All the beings here and after
With no voice.
Like the blood in our bodies
Is not for sale
So our rivers, valleys, hills and air
are not for sale
Don't steal the land
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Término LIVE
01:32
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Terminó la lucha
Entre la humanidad y la tierra
(The war has ended, between humanity and the earth)
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Holy River LIVE
06:17
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Holy river take me back in time
before the mud, it piled up.
Wind my body tie it up in silk
among the ash and sandalwood
Oh Sadhu you do nothing
but prepare the way
my soul is just a paste you place upon your head
Breathe deeply now a thousand times
the sun will rise before you die
but you already know that you are there
Holy river lap against the stone
it's painted crimson painted gold
Lay the wood to dry upon the rock
The fire burns.
It never stops
Hazy mornings and the misty mountains
far north of here another day.
Men on boats they travel back and forth
and with their calloused hands
they pray and pray
Holy river take me back in time
before the fire became the light.
Wrap me in your quiet waterside.
You are one breath
and so am I
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16 Tons LIVE
04:12
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Some people say we're made outta mud
A poor one's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company....
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said, "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company....
fuck the company
unionize! unionize!
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We Hear the Ocean LIVE
04:38
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May we all see what's changing
Without searching for control
All around us, we find breathing
May we praise all that's alive
Can a seed grow without water?
May we all reap what we sow
May we all hear our calling
Ring the voices of the wise
We hear the ocean
Lift up the mountain
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Awake LIVE
05:36
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Awake, awake
The empty climbed upon the hillside and filled their mouths with water, from the creeks of others, until it dried away.
The empire stacked their stones and iron upon the grass the trees bent, broke from the pressure, then couldn't grow at all.
And we said,
"Hey, we're all standing in the same sunlight"
Will we draw our lines upon the earth, and trace the shadows of our shade
seeking power and Dominion, if turned around then we would see
That we're all standing in the same sunlight
where we cannot see each other as divided
we're all standing in the same sunlight
and we'll Listen, Listen, Listen
Listen the grass it moves, up through the cracks it grows
Listen the rain will fall
Listen the creeks will swell
and we'll Listen, Listen, Listen
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Smoke & Rock LIVE
02:04
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Look upon the home of sky, all it is, is wind and rain
Look upon the home of bird, all it is, is wood and dirt
Look upon the home of man, all it is, is smoke and rock
Walk the concrete veins they've paved us.
Grab a mask the air is thickening, cloud of dust the air is thickening.
Waters choke on microfibers.
Living ocean stomach bloating, wrap yourself in plastic coating.
They move the mountains and tear the streams
All it is, is sinking sand. All it is, is sinking sand.
Searching for what's beneath.
All it is, is smoke and rock. All it is, is smoke and rock
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The time has come for us to celebrate
With all we are we can not hesitate
to raise the ruined earth through the air up to the sky
lay down your swords and wait for rain
The time has come for us to celebrate
With all we are we can not hesitate
to love always and to appreciate
the light, the darkness and the sun
The time has come for us to celebrate
With all we are we can not hesitate
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