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Century Woods
06:13
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Century Woods where the flowers grow, Some say scene angels come and go.
In Century Woods,
where an angel could.
Walk and tread not, to be bothered.
Walk and tread not to be bothered, Where no one ever has to answer.
Feeling moved by a Hollywood movie, less I belong, the more it soothes me.
Less I belong,
the more it woos me, in Century.
Don't think those kids
would ever learn, who called us trash- like they saw in the movies, I'd turn my back but your talking to me,
I'd turn my back but your talking through me.
Century Woods with an eagle's eyes, Knows how hard I often try,
Century Woods where the flowers grow, And time's the only self I've known. Time's the only self I've known.
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Another Window
05:47
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One, Two Three, Four
It's the morning.
One Two Three Four,
Your keys are lying on the floor at the bottom of the bed.
One two three four,
It's the shadow of the morning.
One-two-three,
Watch the light breath where the shadows began.
Standing on the street standing on ice- (water standing still).
I'll place a window, next to another, Just to watch the sun, rise twice. Things that remind you of another, Don't let them pass you by.
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Lady Day on the Radio
07:35
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I went the part in the movie I like the best,
We rolled in at dark to the feeling, Lady Day, on the radio.
I'll answer the call if I need to,
collect every heartache that shines,
every penny that rolls I will stop on the dime, And collect on our luck every time.
I went to the part of the movie,
I like the best.
We rolled in at dark to the feeling Lady Day on the radio.
Blueberry Roses,
I'm making applesauce.
Every penny that rolls
I will stop on the dime Collect on the luck every time.
We rolled in at dark to the feeling, Lady Day on the radio.
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Wander
04:36
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New Age crush
Makes the roses blush. And every colors brighter and every sound walks lighter.
We walk around the old part of town,
I never know where to go with new love, I never know where to go with old love.
Old friends- got them, Old friends- lost some.
We once plagued the countryside with our goodbye I never knew how to thank you,
I never knew how to show you your lie.
I never know where to go with old love.
It's a holiday- to wander, Sometimes we get in trouble, Because we wander
all the time.
I put off work, again, for tomorrow, So we could chat about the garden, And laugh about our stupid bosses.
I never know where to go, With new love.
I never know where to go, With old love.
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Red Pine
04:47
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The Red Pine turns white, just as a Blue Spruce glows, in our living room.
And right now,
Lady Liberty floats down the ground Hollow candy in our mouths,
The only time that we get out
of getting outside.
When a bird whistles it makes no strange sound, And when a bird whistles it makes no strange sound.
The way things change-
has us making wings of leaves.
Some things stay the same too in their constant movement, Like the apples,
fall down every year,
So we can know what holds us here.
We can know
What holds us here.
And when a bird whistles it makes no strange sound.
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Prospect St
04:43
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I want a house on Prospect Street I want my own
Place to be home.
Self doubt, who knows these colors?
I used to paint my house next to the others.
And baby, it's a long shot, I'm not a true painter, I'm not.
Saw you in the paper orange groves, You said who knows,
When the orange trees will bloom again, You know when
love makes room again.
baby it's a long shot, I'm not a true painter; I'm not.
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Deserts of Youth
05:16
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Waking up in meadows where,
We were told to become
Deserts of Youth
And worship some, young, Teenage moon. Teenage moon,
Teenage moon.
Satellites they were White Knights, Taking pictures at heights,
So we could understand,
Peace or something grand.
Bring us back to the land- Peace or Something-grand. Teenage Moon.
Waking up in meadows where, we were told to become. The Desert of Youth,
It is young,
It is young.
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Lisa/Liza Portland, Maine
Lisa/Liza
Liza Victoria
Lisa/Liza recommends:
Solo Guitar Vol.1
by Peter Herman
underrated Maine gem of an album, lovely and beautiful Americana instrumental guitar
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calming, therapeutic & legendary
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transcendent, &reflective, psychedelic arrangements.
go to albumIf you like Lisa/Liza, you may also like:
Waking the Dreaming Body
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supported by 17 fans who also own “Deserts of Youth”
A revelatory blend of ambient and folk, some tracks one or the other, some a blend more one way than the other and vice versa. Well written lyrics and beautiful singing in addition and instrumentals as well. A more-fully realized vision of previous releases with so much headroom leaving you confident what's in the future shall evolve further and equally leave the senses enraptured.
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supported by 17 fans who also own “Deserts of Youth”
Reminds me of getting back home after a long road-trip. That feeling of relief. The peace of being in your own presence.
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