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Idealism
03:21
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I'm waiting for the sun to rise and ripen in the sky
So I can pick it like an orange from the trees of California in July
Oh, how'd you like to ride a bus and tour the country with me
With some other foolish friends who see things idealistically
We'll have a ball, and wreck it all
Chorus
Baba, baba, baba ba
Baba, baba, baba ba
I'm not quite sure I like this friendly person I've become
I might prefer to be exotic or a mysterious passing stranger in the night
A passer by who steals your soul
And makes you wonder where she's from
Is she coming back more than to haunt you
With foreign songs she's sung
Chorus
I'm waiting up for something my imagination made
Yeah that place in California's an imaginary state
Where things are right and we've arrived
And hearts are ripe for love for real
And the dusty, distant corners of our long lives disappear
Chorus/outro
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Farm Fingers
04:30
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These farm fingers are weary
These cracked callouses, cracked callouses
Go tough-tough break, soft
Far too soft, touch again
Break again, break again, I broke again
These strong shoulders are heavy
Like roots of a tree, roots of a tree
Their tangled up underneath
Tangled up underneath
Underneath, underneath, oh underneath
When I say I need rain
From heaven, I need rain
When I say, I need rain
Oh my God-- I need rain
These farm fingers are weary
These cracked callouses, cracked callouses
Go tough-tough break, soft
Far too soft, touch again
Break again, break again, I broke again
Love is a labor, this labor is my love
I'll try to savor sweat as the flavor of my love
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I'll talk to quiet and see what silence has to say
About the nature of my breakableness
But I'll be healed for good someday
Cause Father, I'm getting older
And these wounds collect like marks
On a knobby wooden tree trunk
But these leaves still stretch towards the sun
So I won't uncurl this curious twist across my lips
And I won't loose heart or hope
And the sticky little leaves coming from their buds in spring
Remind me
There's hope, there's hope
There's hope for me
So when you say you put forever in my heart
Does that explain why these passing days can
Make me so damn sad
'Cause Father, I keep getting older
And as beginnings meet their ends
I'm always half full, and half dead, and half way there
But I just know there's something more
So I won't believe these half-sighted lies
And I won't grow bitter or cold
And the sticky little leaves coming from their buds in spring
Remind me
There's hope
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Easter Song
04:06
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Just when I thought the grass might not grow back
After this long hard cold winter
It did, I see green heads pushing up through the dirt
Just as I figured this stone heart would
Never love again
It does, it's soft and throbbing
Just when I swore this night's so long,
The sun must be gone forever
It came back, and it's brilliant, burning brighter than before
Bridge
I hear your invitation into the garden
You say arise, my beautiful one
I smell the sweetest fragrance coming in through the window
You say it's time, my beloved, it's time
Chorus
Sing Ah, behold the winter's past
Sing Ah, behold the rain it is gone
Just I lost all hope that these dead trees with no leaves
Would ever be green,
They are, the life, it's teeming
Spring has arrived, sing Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah!
The birds Sing songs of resurrection
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Hayley Sabella Plymouth, Massachusetts
Hayley Sabella is a singer-songwriter / local farmer / earnest truth-seeker / independent woman / dork, who originally did her thing in her hometown of Plymouth, Massachusetts and is now doing her thing in other places, too.
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