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After the Fear
04:21
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After the Fear
(for Stephen)
There's a wind that blows from the rainy North
Through a hole that's torn in your wounded heart
In a puff of smoke you come back home
Falling star burning at my door
Ask your girl if she can shut them up
The voices that come to ruin our fun
But I swear, I'll be here - somehow
After the fear
Your lightning bolt shoots up the microphone
Illuminate the room one more time with your song
And a round applause rattles the boxcars
As the City of Angels wraps you in her arms, oh
Ask your wife if she can make it right
But a storm will come for you in the middle of the night
I swear, I'll be here - somehow
After the fear
Maybe they'll find a new paradise,
Bolder than what came before -
The one that they torn down to build something new for us
That was never right for us
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In New York
03:45
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In New York
Here's to the one I love best
I'm lost in a sea of bridges
But I carry this sound where'er I go
To write our language in the snow
Walking down Avenue B
Where thousands of snowflakes are dancing
The buildings grow into the sky, oh
Turn me into a honeycomb of light
I'll meet you there
When I go, will she miss me?
We become ghosts of the city
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The Time-Jumper
He comes from another time and
Once he ran straight into mine
I could follow through all of these forms
For many names, many faces I've known
Won't you take me now, don't you want to find out?
(Said the little sound)
Comets spark above our heads
Falling down into my bed
You catch my thoughts like fireflies
Even burning cities behind my eyes
And it's here for awhile
I'll sleep in the belly of a whale
And with fire I come down
You free me from a black cloud
Well I miss my friend
Well I miss my friend
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Paris, France
When I am in Paris, France
Catching moonbeams in my hands
Riding down the crooked street
Sweet cognac and ice cream
Where I'll be!
Gently put that guitar on your knee
Close your eyes and sing to me
Of mountains tall and oceans deep
I've got rivers rushing, ooooh
And birds flying overhead
There's the one them poets met
And here in my red dress
All I can say is "I haven't heard that one yet"
When I am in Paris, France
Holding moonbeams in my hands
Happy here, without a name
Fall asleep along the Seine
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Dust
03:52
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Dust
(for Dustin)
Look up at the night, it's burning a light
Calling all, calling every one of us
To open your mind with a bottle of wine
To wake you to a dream
Ha, oh - good thing I've found you
Hold my hand for awhile
Ha, oh - magic defines you
In a wink or a smile
Safe in your back pocket
My love you are such a very tall man
That you walk with the sun at your heels
Through oceans of dust comes the music on your lips
Strong with a heart sewn on your sleeve
Ha, oh - beauties surround you
Put them under your spell
Ha, oh - magic will guide you
Through any heaven or hell
'Cause it's what we make it
Say goodnight to the Moon, we'll all be there soon
Harry's fallen asleep in that starry canoe
Say goodnight to the man with them purple balloons
Over the Night City
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Three Weeks
03:26
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Three Weeks
(for Raya)
You're my favorite, so let's play another
Got my own home now here in my soul
And if I was a winner, if I were some angel
You'd still be my favorite, so I got yet one more to play
Three weeks in Europe, oh I thought I'd make it
Singing like sailors, all wild and woolen
But something it pulls me across a wide ocean
A place I will long for long after it's gone away
Rain pours down outside, oh I'm at our table
Where underneath the little lights she plays a piano
I got a fire in my heart, I'll open every window
I see the storm comin' in, oh I'll give it love
What I'm made for
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Bright Star
04:00
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Bright Star
Early morning star arising
Over the far hillside
In my bed I'm still be dreaming
I hope I see you here again
Or will I be a bag of sorrows?
Flung out, strung out across the sky
Still I love some eyes like diamonds
And the wide strong arms of the Milky Way
Some bright angel may surely forgive me
I could of, I should of, well - perhaps I may, then
Pull me close and shoot our love like an arrow
Becomes a firecracker burst over New Orleans
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Jesse Autumn New Orleans, Louisiana
Jesse Autumn (vocals, double-strung harp, pedal harp, piano, harpsichord, accordion, pump organ, glockenspiel) is a musician, writer, and painter of tiny paintings, born in CA, living in New Orleans, USA. She teaches harp online, directs the Santa Cruz Harp Festival, and collaborates with artists, dancers, nonprofits and galleries. She's often seen in a pretty dress riding her bicycle around NOLA. ... more
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