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Juniper Antenna
04:16
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The busking Buddha plays Scruggs in the corner
His banjo hand is making him dimes and quarters
Another Dharma slave is singing lonesome scales
She got a face tattoo so she could ride the rails
A cop rolls by with a helmet and a gun
He’s dreaming of retirement in the California Sun
A man runs by with a box in his ear
Is he talking to someone? Is he even really here?
There’s a pudgy old woman no one seems to notice
Though once she looked finer than a Japanese lotus
Her hands are so wrinkled it looks like henna
I’m picking this all up on my Juniper Antenna
Youth always fades by it’s very definition
Still most people think they’ll get a repetition
Freedom is a luxury hard to come across
And if you ever find it you’re gonna have to be your own boss
There’s no one in the tower, no one in the hall
Perhaps I was mistaken when I made this call
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2. |
Addition
04:01
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Addition is the only solution to solve the condition that we’re in
Division brings only confusion
We need a revision of how we’ve been
How can we spend our lives hating another human?
That’s like one eye trying to poke out the other
Don’t you know, the oldest trick in every book
Is Evil convincing Brother to kill his Brother
Addition is the only solution to solve the condition that we’re in
Division brings only confusion
We need a revision of how we’ve been
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3. |
Colorado
03:07
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All the way to Colorado she’s been making up songs
About a life that took a turn and a man who done her wrong
All the way to Colorado she’s been healing her heart
She’s going to Colorado to make a new start
All the way to Colorado she’s been passing Corvettes, Antiques, and Fireworks
And Discount Cigarettes
But she ain’t stopping for nothin’
No, she ain’t gonna slow down
She’s going to Colorado to find a new town
In Boulder they got the Hippies
In Denver they got the Squares
And everybody up in the Mountains is living like they got no cares
All the way to Colorado she’s been making up songs
She’s going to Colorado where she belongs
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4. |
Confident
05:23
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Outside a club about Three AM, Mississippi Mark was with Highway Jim
They stared at the city and let it all soak in
It was foggy and silent
Right about then a streetlight exploded
The sidewalk next to Mark drooped in and imploded
A man ran by with his face half-eroded
He was laughing and crying
Meanwhile about a lightyear away, Hank was doing ninety in his Chevrolet
In a half an hour he’d be in LA where it was just turning midnight
The car straight ahead was driven by a demon
Which is the whole reason Hank here was speeding
Straight through the desert with his arm all bleeding
But the look in his eye left no doubt
He was confident
Confident, confident
Confident, confident
Confident
Up ahead some cruisers were flashing so the demon veered off in a frantic fashion
But Hank knew the roads and had better traction
So he steered it nice and easy
The demon jumped out of his flipped-over car and yelled at Hank:
“You best stay where you are!”
Hank just laughed and lit a cigar as a herd of Elk emerged from the forest
Hank peeled out and saluted the Elk
He glanced at his phone; it was still no help
But the wound on his arm was starting to gel
And he still had twenty minutes
Sometimes you get the demon
Sometimes it gets you
Sometimes you don’t know what to do
And maybe you’ll look back and wonder where it all went
But at least you’ll know you lived it all
Confident
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5. |
The West
06:08
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Out in the West there’s so much space the train cars get stacked double-high
And the trucks pull three trailers at a time
The sky is a special kind of blue that God mixes for this location only
You can’t order this paint in any other town, no Sir
People are quiet, they’re generally concentrating on survival
They’re keeping the hairs on the back of their neck alert for
Black Bear, Coyotes, or a Stray New York Lawyer
In Montana, if someone responds to your ‘Howdy’ and says:
“Doing fine. Have a nice day.”
This probably means you’re fast friends
Or maybe you’ll get married
Time is expanding along with the sky out there in the massive fields of grain
This means you have to check your gas gauge
“Shoot! I didn’t realize how far I went.”
Sometimes an Indian ghost will tap you on the shoulder
And you’ll remember that multiple civilizations have traveled these landscapes
Utes and Apaches, Custer and Walmart
Many rulers have made believe that they understood this horizon
That they owned it, cultivated it
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6. |
Released
04:10
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I been there, I been around, I been to the Roadhouse way Downtown
I went low, I went high, I flew with the Falcon in the sky
I been a winner, I been a loser, I been a part-time drug abuser
I been sold, I been spun, only one thing hasn’t been done
I ain’t been released
The struggle here has never ceased
From War and Peace, the soul of man finds no release
I have barely seen the light
But I’ll never stop the fight
I ain’t been released
I was born into wealth, I had pale skin and perfect health
I had food and love, for that I thank the Spirit above
But when I came to a certain age, I came to a certain rage
I have Faith, I have Doubt, I still haven’t figured it out
I ain’t been released
The struggle here has never ceased
From War and Peace, the soul of man finds no release
I have barely seen the light
But I’ll never stop the fight
I ain’t been released
I see rich, I see poor, I see a homeless man sleeping under a door
I see guts, I see gold, I see a kid washing windows out in the cold
And I have seen a righteous girl doing her thing to try to save the world
I mighta helped out one or two, but there’s still so much to do
I ain’t been released
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7. |
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The sun exploded on a field of corn
A lonely sower tipped his horn
The rows of soil had been reborn at last
Blue expanded from the riverside
To the bridge above where the horsemen ride
A woman cleaned her wounded side aghast
I felt a calming in my gut
As though the squirrel had found it’s nut
And left behind the ‘why’ and ‘what’
And the ‘when’
A rhombus made of winter light
Paints my carpet yellow and white
And suddenly my soul feels bright again
‘Yellow’ yellow, purple, grey
Shiny black, and hardened clay
Those are the colors in my day, my friend
And in the silence of this house
All my fears have become cows
I milk them for their glowing powers:
They’ve got powers of vision
I found this page from years ago
And all the words just seemed to flow
Into this dream-like stereo I hear
Who sent these messages from space
At separate times, to the same place?
And, can I meet you face to face down here?
(Interstellar Communication)
(Healing Sounds)
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Let the trees do what they will
We’ve gotta trust something these days
And Nature has the longest view
We’ve got to rewild swaths of land
Replenish the forests and streams
To keep our own souls wild too
Grab a page from ‘The Leaves of Grass’
Infuse your vision with some mystery
Thank the seasons as they pass
Take a deep breath
(breathe)
Welcome to reality
Let the trees do what they will
See how they calmly stand
They give and they receive
We’ve got to work together still
Got to join here hand-in-hand
Gotta grow our community
Let the trees do what they will
They’re dead then they’re reborn
They cycle through it every year
And with every coming Spring
Life takes another form
See the miracle! It’s here!
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9. |
Concierto
05:27
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The last drag of a cigarette is as good as it will get
In terms of shutting out the noise a little while
To wink at Death and smile
And know all desire is passing
Guinevere, let me ride inside your crystal tear
Where the ache of Love outweighs the fear
And the streets are painted clear
By a rain that’s everlasting
(Original lyrics — Melody from Rodrigo’s ‘Concierto de Aranjuez’ — public domain)
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10. |
Thank You
03:48
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Thank you
Thank you for the good times
Thank you
Thank you for the sunshine
Even now I feel it on my skin
I hope it might come back again
Thank you
Thank you for all the love you gave me growing up
Thank you for teaching me to seek the deeper stuff
I hope you can forgive me now for all the times I let you down
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you for the laughter in your eyes
Thank you
Thank you for the Colorado skies
Thank you for the will to live, the voice to sing, the love to give
Thank you
Thank you
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11. |
End Credits
03:48
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Caleb Stine Baltimore, Maryland
Caleb Stine is a singer, guitarist, songwriter, and visual artist. His songs seek to uncover the mysteries of our shared humanity that live just below the surface of everyday experiences. His music has drawn comparisons to Townes Van Zandt, Woody Guthrie, and Willie Nelson, but Caleb’s songs are uniquely his own. ... more
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