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No Predators
02:40
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The nesting birds reveal themselves
In the absence of the sun
Let the branches bear the weight of birth
Count the deaths of fledgling ones who go first
There are no predators in paradise
This is where we built our home
And it’s where we’ll die
Mothers lay their bodies down
Beg mercy for their young
Pray that longer days will cover them
In a gallery of green, only they know
There are no predators in paradise
This is where we built our home
And it’s where we’ll die
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Waxwing
02:59
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Send me a waxwing, bohemian
A messenger cries this is all we’ve got
This is the last of the light
This is the last of the colour in the mountain ash
Send me a monarch in the tall, tall grass
A messenger cries this too shall pass
When all the streets have gone dark
People are hiding in the bars, but it won’t last
Hide in our den, we’re building a nest
We’ll spend a little gold, but we’re saving the rest
For our little one, Oooh and the days to come, Oh
Send me a magpie with a sliver of the sun
A messenger cries this is how we won
Knowing the flame can burn too bright
And even though you’re not always right, Will you give it a go?
Hide in our den, we’re building a nest
We’ll spend a little gold, but we’re saving the rest
For our little one, Oooh and the days to come, Oh
Hide in our den, we’re building a nest
We’ll spend a little gold, but we’re saving the rest
For our little one, Oooh and the days to come, Oh
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3. |
Silent Spring
02:56
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O we combed the beaches, by the rolling sea
Wearing down the levees with reasons to leave
For a moment alone with a pocket of guilt
When we reach for a stone to throw
Sing-song sand dollar, rescue us from going under
See-saw sailboat, don’t let this be all we know
O we sank our ankles, in the howling creek
Terrified to hear a silent spring
Aren’t we all, aren’t we all? Pawns in a game
If we answer the call for blood?
Sing-song sand dollar, rescue us from going under
See-saw sailboat, don’t let this be all we know
Sing-song sand dollar, rescue us from going under
See-saw sailboat, don’t let this be all we know
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Landlocked
02:52
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You built your house too close to the sea
And learned too late that you’re not like me
I need a snow-packed surface, a landlocked purpose
To keep the best parts of me alive
So row, row, row your boat back home
Bought a starter home too close to the streets
And learned too late that you’re not like me
You need an aspen grove and a good wood stove
To keep your dreams alive
So I’ll sing, sing, sing my sorrow, when you go
If I’m just passing through, then I can’t love you unless you promise me
That at the season’s end, you’ll pack your bags and come home with me
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Forever You Need Them
03:08
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As sure as a flower wilts, you’re the thought that keeps me awake
Try to find the right words to convince you, you are brave
Wish I could slow you down just enough to say
Forever you need them, love just works that way
I try to find some solitude to gather up my strength
To laugh at the little things, see my battles straight
Wish I could slow you down just enough to say
Forever you need them, love just works that way
When your mind is racing like a hurricane and I can’t hush your fears
Just watch in awe as the universe reveals a million ways to learn
Wish I could slow you down just enough to say
Forever you need them, love just works that way
Love just works that way
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6. |
One Bridge Away
02:28
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Oh you waltzed, and you waltzed to “Wax Mannequin”
At the Railway Club that night
And I learned the words to Canadian folk songs
For a ticket on the cushions to ride
The room was an ocean, I was a seashell watching the waves above
The rails were a blessing, we rode like lightning
One bridge away from love
And we played our best gig somewhere in Manitoba
Waiting for the freights to pass
The room got so quiet so we filled it with our stories
‘bout a karaoke Dad
The prairie is an ocean, I was a seashell watching the waves above
The rails were a blessing, we rode like lightning
One bridge away from love
We told our best jokes over pitchers at the Green Room
Pretending we weren’t knee to knee
Came clean just one year later at the old Dakota Tavern
Dancing cheek to cheek
The city is an ocean, I was a seashell watching the waves above
The rails were a blessing, we rode like lightning
One bridge away from love
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The Sargasso Sea
03:12
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I dangled my feet in the Sargasso Sea
Took in a breath and plunged to the deep
When I opened my eyes the water came in
So clear and cold, alive within
The shape of my memory is starting to change
It scatters and drifts in the shallow reeds
The American eels are building their dens
From the people I know and the places I’ve been
The only way is down
The only way is down
In search of the sound
I’ve abandoned all hope of seeing the sky
Come face to face with a permanent night
I suddenly fear that I’m losing my mind
To a mad woman’s song and a sea creature’s cry
The only way is down
The only way is down
In search of the sound
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8. |
Chickadee
03:04
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Guitar, Vocals - Erica Mah
Cello - Darcy McCord
Violin - Alana Martinson
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Jukeboxes
02:20
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Overflow the basements with the secret lives of beasts
Shake out all the swallows from the eaves
Hang a swing between the kitchen and the syllables that sing
I remember jukeboxes, I remember disco
I remember hurricanes and floods and earthquakes, oh!
Hide out in the orchard, seek out mourning doves
Rock out by the water tower, sunrise with your love
Forget about the details, Return! Return! Return!
Lift your hands from the bar, let it move, let it move, let it move
I remember jukeboxes, I remember disco
I remember hurricanes and floods and earthquakes, oh!
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10. |
When the Memory Kills
02:16
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You’ve got your seasons
And the right to feel them
Plenty of reason
Not to feel at all
Where is your daylight?
Where is your shore?
Only the skyline makes up your door
Only the skyline makes up your door
There’s no way to fix this
With twenty-dollar bills
There is no bottom
No cup to fill
There is no bright side
There is no will
To carry you outside when the memory kills
To carry you outside when the memory kills
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Erica Dee Mah Whitehorse, Yukon
Erica Dee Mah is a contemporary folk singer-songwriter, and guzheng player based in Whitehorse, Yukon.
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