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The Birds
04:12
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The birds followed me home last night
Whatever could it mean?
Watching from above, below
Just flashing pink and green
Then the wind sweeps in
And they drift away again
But something’s different, shifting toward serene
Those hands embraced my dreams last night
They chilled my sweet content
My progress met impatience like
Curled toes in wet cement
But these things take time
Oh to fortify a mind
Idyllic visions not without lament
Remove the scars of yesterday
A pain that bears a grin
I peel until I bleed because
My soul’s grown past my skin
Each new day I feel
And I watch my body heal
Reminded that resilience in built in
A peaceful kind of solitude
Invites curiosity
I trade my song for flavor
Our most valued currencies
Only feel at home
When I let my anima roam
Such openness draws love and empathy
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Por La Mañanita
04:53
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Mil veces, ni conscientes
De la madrugada
Qué tierno me abrazabas
Negarle al sol que nos iluminara
El cariño escondido
Entre tus libros y mi guitarra
Seguros entre las ramas
Palomas de pinos y palmeras
Mi vida, ¿no ves lo herida que estoy?
Me voy por la mañanita
El sabor de nuestro amor
Humo, panela y tamarindo
Tan dulce, fresco y oscuro
Echarle limón, dos perdidos con gusto
Floreció entre nosotros
Bella visión de son y ritmo
En el monte siempre soñando
Mi estrella fugaz, ven y brilla conmigo
Mi vida, ¿no ves lo herida que estoy?
Me voy por la mañanita
Con páginas de los famas
Aprendiste a llorar
Terciopelo y un puñal
Que te tuvieras miedo no fue criminal
En la confianza y esperanza
Sembraste engaño
Empecé a amanecer sangrando
Susurrabas que nunca me harías daño
Mi vida, ¿no ves lo herida que estoy?
Me voy por la mañanita
Mil veces, ni conscientes
De la madrugada
Qué tierno me abrazabas
Me voy rumbo al alba, no me sigas
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Circe (Solo Version)
04:07
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Once a day I look your way
And wonder if you might be looking mine
Fantasy is all we have to eat
Dry shelves can’t feed a hungry mind
Wish I could choose who’d be my muse
But pleasure without pain just ain’t for me
With open wounds, yet still I swoon
Into the deep jump willingly
Turn me to what you will Circe
What’s it like on island time?
Who holds the pearls and who’s the swine?
I can’t resist those herbal lips
Oh chaos never tasted quite so sweet
But with space between, your silence it screams
And your light’s a bitter luxury
What’s it like on island time?
Who holds the pearls and who’s the swine?
I remember when, a proud Siren
Beautiful fools fell easily
But you, you hear my song and sing along
From the rocks to lost at sea
Locked away we fill our days
Pretending we still live courageously
When the moment’s passed
Oh will this epic last?
We play with our proximity
But in my arms you’ll never be
From afar your gaze will still find mine Circe
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Threads
03:11
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In between our fingertips
There’s a fine and exquisite thread
As this canyon widens with
The force of will just to forget
Though it tangles beyond repair
It refuses to tear
Then you pull your line
And it pulls mine
To tell me you’re near
And while you’ve faded
You’re still here
Though it tangles beyond repair
It refuses to tear
Then you pull you line
And it pulls mine
To tell me you’re near
And while you’ve faded
You’re still here
As much as I want you to disappear
You’re still here
You’re still here
You’re still here
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I’ve never danced like this before
Never danced, ever danced
In a warm November moon
Air swirls between our naked arms
I feel close to you, every one of you
The word hit bare skin
Powerful and vulnerable to begin again
We all scream and sing for a while
I only wish that I could see
The width of every smile
As flames lick the shores of our beach
In collective embrace we feel out of reach
Everything’s fine
In this exact moment
In time
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Sophie Rae Chicago, Illinois
I play all the strings and other things: from Colorado to Chicago, all around and in between.
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sophieraegordon@gmail.com
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