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Anamcara
02:55
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Verse 1:
There's 2 sides to a single coin
Night needs day to keep on goin'
There is no empty w/out full
& I need you to make me whole
Chorus:
Anamcara, you are my soul mate
Anamcara, the angels knit our fate
Anamcara, as the moon reflect the sun
Anamcara, so you & I are one
Verse 2:
Black & white & he & she
So goes all reality
The sky must hold the flying gull
& may your soul embrace my soul
Chorus
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Verse 1:
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying them back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money, to wade back again
My Father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
And they rode the truck till they took down and died
Chorus:
Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Verse 2:
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys, and died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees, and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same
Chorus
Verse 3:
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves, to rot on my topsoil
And to be called no name, except deportee.
Chorus
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Child of the Earth & Sky
03:40
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Child of the earth and sky, sparkling in the Divine Eye
Reconciling opposites, the Christ arisen from the pit
And I saw Saint Patrick, standing on the hill
Holding up the three-fold leaf, he is standing up there still
Child of water and fire born, darkest night and brightest morn
The serpent swallowing its tail, one river feeding many a well
And I saw the Shining Prince, standing in the park
Holding up the fragrant bloom, a candle in the dark
We’re children of the universe, on Gaia’s breast we have been nursed
One spirit in the galaxies clothed, containing all that there is to know
And I saw Saint Patrick, standing on the hill
Holding up the three-fold leaf, he is standing up there still
And I saw the Shining Prince, standing in the park
Holding up the fragrant bloom, a candle in the dark
He is a candle in the dark
We are candles in the dark
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Please don't talk about me when I'm gone,
Though our friendship ceases from now on.
If you can't say anything that's nice,
Then best don't talk at all – that's my advice,
You go your way, I'll go mine,
It's best that we do,
So here's a kiss -- I hope that this
Brings a lot of luck to you.
It makes no difference how I carry on,
Just please don't talk about me when I'm gone.
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Dandelion Root Portland, Oregon
Lance was born in Seattle, Washington in 1970. He started his career in music as a drummer in a grunge band, & from there it
was a logical progression to folk music.
Brenda was born in Kennewick, Washington in 1975. She has been singing since she was a little girl. Once in a while she pauses to take a breath.
Brenda & Lance have been making beautiful music together since 1994.
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