1. |
What's Your Name?
04:01
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You are scared, but you’re not fear
You want to run away, but you are here
You are trapped, but you’re not a slave
You are hurt, but you’re not pain
You’re beaten down, but you’re not defeat
You have so little faith, but you want to believe
You’re mixed up, but you’re not impure
The you you were made to grow into still remains
So what’s your name? (What's your name?)
What’s your name? (What's your name?)
What’s your name, what’s your name?
Is it beauty, mystery, teacher or comfort?
Builder, sustainer, sweetness or wonder?
Lover or rebel or dancer in the rain?
What’s your name? (What's your name?)
What’s your name? (What's your name?)
What’s your name, what’s your name?
What’s your name? (What's your name?)
What’s your name? (What's your name?)
What’s your name, what’s your name?
What’s your name? (What's your name?)
What’s your name? (What's your name?)
What’s your name, what’s your name?
You are scared, but you’re not fear
You want to run away, but you are here
You are trapped, but you’re not a slave
You are hurt, but you’re not pain
You’re beaten down, but you’re not defeat (not defeat)
You have so little faith, but you want to believe (to believe)
You’re mixed up, but you’re not impure (not impure)
The you you were made to grow into still remains
So what’s your name?
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2. |
Prodigal Bird
04:08
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I am just yellow
I am just a bird
I can’t say hello
But I can fly westward
Do your flying do your crying
Do your singing do your winging
Do your best and build your nest
and do it all without me
Because you are free
Hatch some eggs and have some sex
And find your flock and find your breakfast
Find your home that’s where the heart is
Do it all because you want to be
Doing anything
I am just yellow
I am just a Brown
I can’t say hello
I just sing prodigal sounds
Do your flying do your crying
Do your singing do your winging
Do your best and build your nest
and do it all without me
Because you are free
Hatch some eggs and have some sex
And find your flock and find your breakfast
Find your home that’s where the heart is
Do it all because you want to be
Doing anything
I am just yellow
I am just a bird
I can’t say hello
But I can fly homeward
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3. |
TMJ
04:43
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I want my sleep to loosen me up
Like when I was a kid
I want my jaw to smile with my mouth
Like I never knocked those teeth out
I want just one friend
To take me on a canoe
Will you be the one that did?
I want my name to dangle on a chain
Like I never changed it
I want never to worry, like I never left home
And I want to cry like when I was 4 years old
And Daddy played the song he wrote for me
A little tune, pretty, on the piano
And I lay under the table thinking
Of all the things that lay before me
It was not a sad song by any means
I think I cried just because crying was so easy
I want my sleep to loosen me up
Like when I was a kid
I want my jaw to smile with my mouth
Like I never knocked those teeth out
The magic of the jaw is that even though
I knocked those teeth out
The magic of the jaw is that even though
I knocked those teeth out
I can still sing loud
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4. |
The Worst of These
06:20
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I’m writing a song for nobody to hear
I will fly all night, just trying to catch up with you
Now I know how it feels to be the worst of these
I want to be like you because you’re free
I want to be like the man who sells bread on the street
He gives it away just to show he cares about me
Be careful and awake, for the time is coming soon
When we’ll all trade places on this carousel
Escribí una canción para nadie oír
Volaré toda la noche, tratando de alcanzarte
Ahora sé como siente, ser la peor de todos
Quiero ser como tú que eres libre
Quiero ser el señor que vende pan por aquí
Que me lo regala sólo para verme feliz
Esté atento y despierto, que la hora viene pronto
Cuando todos cambiaremos de puesto en este juego
En la tierra de gozo bullicioso
Me callo en tu sombra
Quería hacer algo hermoso
Mas sólo tengo estas lagrimas
Ahora sé cómo siente, ser la peor de todos
Quiero ser como tú que eres libre
Quiero ser la mujer con los secretos de cocina
Que nos dio tesoro que nunca termina
Esté atento y despierto, que la hora viene pronto
Cuando todos seremos uno en el nombre del misterio
In the land of the loudest joy
I’m quiet in your shadow
I want to make something beautiful here
Now all I have to offer are my tears
Now I know how it feels to be the worst of these
I want to be like you because you’re free
I want to be like the woman with the secret recipe
Because she gave us treasure to make our life more sweet
Be careful and awake, for the time is coming soon
When we’ll all be made one in the name above all names
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5. |
Promised Land
03:38
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We built our house in the barn from a few bales of hay
A band of orphans in the woods till the dinner bell rang
Then those floorboards gave out and we reached the place
Where the creek had washed the only bridge away
You can never go home again
It slipped away slowly but it’s gone, my friend
You set sail at the tip where the promised land ends
But you can never, never, never go home again
I found a peaceful place between two lonesome trees
I learned the view from the oak and the way the water bug sees
Then I saw the machines haul away all the green
And they tapped and told me it was time to leave
You can never go home again
It slipped away slowly but it’s gone, my friend
You set sail at the tip where the promised land ends
But you can never, never, never go home again
In the land of lakes a peninsula brims
With life too thick for any of it to be sin
And bringing redemption to that wild garden
Is like bringing sweet water to Michigan
You can never go home again
It slipped away slowly but it’s gone, my friend
You set sail at the tip where the promised land ends
But you can never, never, never go home again
You can never, never, never go home again
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6. |
What Are People For?
03:34
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The last time I went home
They built a town on top of the woods where I’d roamed
A factory and a company store
And little square apartments with Ikea furniture
And everything was so clean and so nice
I snuck inside and walked the gray rubber floors
I swear I didn’t want to bomb the place
I just expected from life something more
You can sell off all of your trees
You can hunch over working till your dreamless sleep
But when it come time for your reckoning day
You gonna say, I don’t know for what I was made
I left the landscape of my heart
To contribute to society and make Excel charts
Now I’m back and I’m looking for my dog
I’m looking for the path we would take to the sacred log
And everything’s so strange and contained
And no one wants to talk about the thrill of summer rain
I swear I will walk that same road
Even if I have to break down doors
You can sell off all of your trees
You can hunch over working till your dreamless sleep
But when it come time for your reckoning day
You gonna say, I don’t know for what I was made
What are people for? Do you really have to do it to survive?
What are people for? You gotta live your life before you die
What are people for? Do you really have to do it to survive?
What are people for? You gotta live your life before you die
You can sell off all of your trees
You can hunch over working till your dreamless sleep
But when it come time for your reckoning day
You gonna say, I don’t know for what I was made
What are people for? Do you really have to do it to survive?
What are people for? You gotta live your life before you die
What are people for? Do you really have to do it to survive?
What are people for? You gotta live your life before you die
Because you gonna die
So you better live you better live your life
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7. |
Ordinary Visionary
04:11
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I am not a great visionary
But I see some things in the ordinary
Things that will not bring me fame nor victory
But a strange hope sprouts in the dirt of misery
The smell of bread in the evening air
Lifts hearts everywhere
In the narrow alleyways of my neighborhood
I heard someone singing in the name of love
After the streets ran with blood
A sweet-voiced tenor offers a shameless song
He says, I am not a great visionary
But I see some things in the ordinary
Things that will not bring me fame nor victory
But a strange hope sprouts in the dirt of misery
The pigeon who coos in the shuffle of boots
Is crying for peace
I’ve stepped on stones where other feet have been
Violent feet and wounded feet
Feet that are hungry, feet that have everything
Rebellious dancing feet that long to be free
They say, we are not great visionaries
But we see some things in the ordinary
Things that will not bring us fame nor victory
But a strange hope sprouts in the dirt of misery
The lines we traced in a hidden place
Were the map of a new country
I need some holy magic, I need a balm from Gilead
To begin again to speak the world into being
Because words are water, and water carves rock
Water ruins legal paper
And water rusts the scissors of war
It’s my only holy weapon
So God let it rain, God let it rain, God let it rain on me
One hammer rings down in the valley
Another rings up here on my street
Someone is calling, someone is answering
Someone’s repairing the home they love still
They say, we are not great visionaries
But we see some things in the ordinary
Things that will not bring us fame nor victory
But a strange hope sprouts in the dirt of misery
Dancing wild by the side of a creek
Sometimes human beings
We can make beautiful things
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8. |
Love Shakes
03:04
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They say you got to sing every day
So that God will remember
What your voice sounds like
They say you got to play every day
So your fingers will remember
What the dents feel like
When you fold your hands to pray
And I got a big pain in me (big pain in me)
And I don’t think it’s gonna go away
Love shakes me down to the roots of my teeth
And I wouldn’t have it any other way (any other way)
If I could do it all again
I wouldn’t change a damn thing
They say you got to hurt a long time (long time)
Before you can feel another’s pain (another’s pain)
And sometimes I want to throw off my load (my load)
And say, “Oh, please take this cup from me.”
And sometimes I just sit and tremble
Knowing the plan I cannot see
Because what I get for the trial
Is this tenderness
inside of me
And I got a big pain in me (big pain in me)
And I don’t think it’s gonna go away
Love shakes me down to the roots of my teeth
And I wouldn’t have it any other way (any other way)
If I could do it all again
I wouldn’t change a damn thing
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9. |
Hard Things
03:58
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Are we starting a new chapter?
Are we starting a fight?
I can’t really tell the difference tonight
But I’m grateful you don’t want to leave
And you turn your ear and you’re listening
To the hard things, the hard things
You can be you can be so sweet
Your body can be so soft
Your hands can be strong and tender
Like a baby’s fist in a ball
But your voice can say some hard, hard things
Am I starting a new chapter?
Am I starting a fight?
I can’t tell the difference between wrong and right
But I’m grateful I don’t want to leave
And I touch my heart and I’m listening
To the hard things, the hard things
You can be you can be so sweet
Your body can be so soft
Your hands can be strong and tender
Like a baby’s fist in a ball
But your voice can say some hard, hard things
Are we starting a new chapter?
Are we starting a fight?
Ain’t no use saying what’s wrong and right
But I’m grateful we don’t want to leave
And we touch our hearts and we’re listening
To the hard things, the hard things
You can be you can be so sweet
Your body can be so soft
Your hands can be strong and tender
Like a baby’s fist in a ball
But your voice can say some hard, hard things
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10. |
Condemned to Hope
01:38
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I’m so tired of love
And beauty and duty and all those good things
I’m too tired
Not to walk out that door into whatever life brings
I realize that’s a form of faith
I guess I’m condemned to believe
But I don’t want to talk about it now
Here’s where this song must leave
Condemned to hope
With you babe
Condemned to hope
Condemned to hope
With you babe
I have been condemned
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11. |
I Listen to That
05:03
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I dream about escaping from the factory
I listen to that
I wake up in the morning and my lungs breathe
I listen to that
My bladder is so angry and my head aches
I listen to that
My body likes a dancing on the off-beats (off-beats)
I listen to that
I listen to that, I listen to that
I try controlling when the fruit will get ripe
I listen to that
It’s always sweet and juicy at the right time (right time)
I listen to that
The water falling makes me want create
I listen to that
The river rushes round me when my water breaks (water breaks)
I listen to that
I listen to that, I listen to that
You don’t like me like I am (like she is)
I listen to that
You ain’t buying what I’m selling
I listen to that
You can’t build nothing with me (nothing with her)
I listen to that
I got potential but I’m dirty
I listen to that
I listen to every word you’re saying
And I got my own words to do
Word becomes flesh
Word becomes flesh
Word becomes flesh
Word becomes flesh, oh
I listen to that, I listen to that
You adore me when I’m strange (when she’s strange)
I listen to that
I’m the student of your dreams
I listen to that
I give you a new faith (a new faith)
You close your eyes and say my name
I listen to that
I listen to every word you’re saying
And I got my own words to do
Word becomes flesh
Word becomes flesh
Word becomes flesh
Word becomes flesh, oh
I listen to that, I listen to that
I listen to that
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12. |
Brand New Town
04:12
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I once met a saint who sold empanadas
On the corner of 72 and Caracas
In the shadow of the outstretched arms of St. Francis
He made people feel like they matter
Sometimes I don’t know if I matter to anyone
That’s when I run to where he’ll sing me this song
When all your dreams are a city in shambles
And your are tricks all worn out
Lay your burdens down, walk out in a field
Say, “I’m a brand new town”
I’ve tried my whole life to prove my great wisdom
And to win all the world’s affections
Now all I’ve got to show is a fight I lost with my baby
And some stone soup to make us in the evening
Sometimes I don’t know what I was born in this world for
That’s when I run to the one who knows me more
When all your dreams are a city in shambles
And your are tricks all worn out
Lay your burdens down, walk out in a field
Say, “I’m a brand new town”
It was only when I came to this temple of the spirit
Filled up with hungry bodies
They gave me bread and wine and said, “No need to repay us
This life is a gift we could never possess”
And now I know that everything I have is worth nothing
I’ll sell it all to buy the field where you found me
Now all my dreams are a city in shambles
And my tricks are all worn out
It’s time to lay it all down, walk out in a field
Say, “I’m a brand new town”
So lay your burdens down, walk out in a field
Say, “I’m a brand new town”
It’s time to lay it all down, walk out in a field
Because you are a brand new town
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13. |
(k)No(w) Love
02:48
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There’s no love song for this
There’s nothing I can sing
So uncertain, such strange timing
Such a secret
My bliss
There’s no way to describe
I know not what it means
So unguarded, so strangely free
The look that was in
Your eyes
There’s nothing that I need
I am growing joy inside
How unexpected that with you I find
The wish to give
And to receive
There’s no love song for this
But for you I wish to sing
Beyond control, beyond timing
I spin round for
The kiss
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14. |
The Stars
05:07
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The day after the fall
Of another big wounded man
A little quiet reckoning
Took place in my own two hands
The day after the prophet
Spoke blinding clarity
I dreamt your face was nothingness
A void that drew me in
And there in the darkness
I had to begin again
I was thinking about the stars
In the field and the rain
I was thinking about your heart
A mysterious place
I was thinking about my love
Did it go to waste?
I was thinking about the power
Of the worlds I make
The day after the wall
Went up between our lands
I crept over to the ugly side
And saw beauty without end
The day after the vision
Of a river to take me home
The child saw flags blowing in the wind
And said, “Look how the water flows!”
And there in the darkness
I began to dance again
I was thinking about the stars
In the field and the rain
I was thinking in the dark
What a glorious place
I was thinking about the death
I have come to face
I was thinking about what’s left
To regenerate
You gave me a cup of bliss
As wide as the sea
But only once you’d vanished
I was ready to drink
It’s a funny bitter irony
That loneliness tastes sweet
Now I am thinking
I am thinking about the stars
In the field and the rain
The holy broken heart
With its beautiful veins
I am thinking how it’s strong
Enough to lift this weight
I am thinking how it knows
What it needs to make
It knows on its own
It glows like the stars
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15. |
The River
04:32
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Sometimes I go to sleep
And wake up with a new color on me
Sometimes when I’m awake
I jump in a creek and swim right into my dreams
All the times you called without my knowing
It took me time to learn to pronounce your name, your name!
But at the end of the river
You catch me and you quiver
And you say never ever will I let you feel alone like that again
I been waiting for you to come home
In secret passageways and cubbyholes
But deeper into the green
You must go with the women who know how to love me
All the times you called without my knowing
It took me time to learn to pronounce your name, your name!
But at the end of the river
You catch me and you quiver
And you say never ever will I let you feel alone like that again
Then one day I woke up
In the upper room which the sun fills up
I was wrapped up in orange gowns
Then I knew enough to know
This love has no bounds
All the times you called without my knowing
It took me time to learn to pronounce your name, your name!
But at the end of the river
You catch me and you quiver
And you say never ever will I let you feel alone like that again
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Sari Brown Williamston, Michigan
Sari Brown is a priestess of song who curates dreams, cultivates beauty and facilitates rituals in the fertile gaps between cultures. She is in equals parts a child of Motown music, mystical chants and Andean folkloric dance. Using textured soundscapes and vulnerable storytelling, her songs create holding spaces for healing, self-awareness and practices of abundant life. ... more
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