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Earthseed
02:57
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Tell me what do Brown girls dream
‘bout more than boys
‘bout more than tears
They dream of gravity unlearned
of Saturn’s free rings and Mercury's burn
They dream less about clothes and less about friends
Less about phones and more about endings and comings mmm
Of life that goes beyond four walls
of Jupiter’s red, orange, and brown
Where the pen is key and the paper door
Where nighttime skies are better shores
Then the changer came and Jesus was done
And blood turned ink was the prophet’s new Earthseed was cast on new ground
Indifferent changer
Life re-arranger
Wind that shatters the rock
New direction exchanger
Life-end maker
Pay the piper
Wake-up shaker
Unite. Divide.
Unrelenting deal breaker
The galaxies move and everything changes
The stars ignite and everything changes
Tell me what do Brown girls dream
No black and white stage
Just star-filled dreams
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Walks with Robert
05:18
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Rooted deep getting ready now for sleeping through the snow-white velvet time
Leaves gone, fallen long ago April rains a m'memry
one more ring to go, (one more ring to go)
Dew droplets rest like Christmas lights on tips raised to the sky
Birds standing in the frosted breach the time has passed to hide.
Seed to sprout to sapling meek,
Sun and rain my soul to keep on going
A pause was pressed and its effect, a patient waiting
a little death, one of many.
Falling is the fact. Wintertime is another pact of living
Soil creeks as the maze of sky drops creeping comes to a stop
There's memory in water
Leaves gone , fallen long ago
September burst of fire, a memory to go ( a memory to go)
Sun south of east forgets itself the raven lifts and cries
Buds peeking they forget themselves
The time for growth stands by
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Hair and Soul
04:18
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My hair is my movement
My instantaneous groovement
My self-realization and my mighty creation
It's my sight and my seeing
My walking struttin' being
It's me stepping out magnifique
Short and sassy shake and go
Heat resistant cornrow
microkink Kanakalon
Brazillian blend extra long
Swiss lace front, a loose cascade
trendy classic, 'scuse my shades
Nubian locs and Ghana braids
My hair is where I'm going
Its the lift when I be lowin'
It's the gasp when I walk into the room
All the secrets, all the prayin', all unsaid things I'm sayin'
Its the mighty mic drop that goes boom
Chorus
Bridge
My beauty is deep inside
So deep it will take you on a ride
Who'll you'll meet I cannot say, but I warn I can show you who I am today
Chorus /Fade
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Broken Pots
03:53
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I was in the store just the other day
passed an arrow brown man with hair of grey
and he was fighting with his cart.
He was in the in and he was in the out
and his cart was stuck and he couldn't get out
although he knew where he was going
and the reason why no exit came
was the pole on the cart was supposed to stay
Chorus
That's someone’s father, someone’s uncle, someone’s brother
someone’s friend who is falling
It’s someone blaming, someone fighting
someone ducked undercover and struck by lightning
He's an average man on an average day
who can’t stand in the sun no more
whose shadow came to visit and now it stays
Broken pots dream brighter everyday
He pushed the cart and he pulled the pole
and a man stopped to help him, God bless his soul
but no reason could deter him
He had set his aim with the straightest line
he could see the target but not the sight line
and he said I know I'm gonna get this
And I tried to help though it was in vain
and I spoke real soft and tried to explain
Chorus
I try not to think about where you're going
I try not to think about where you are
But some day I see you in another
How did it start how did you get so far?
The man who helped first looked at me to say
Not much to do here, I think he wants it that way
We stood and witnessed this mans riot
And he said, God bless as I walked away
It was a loaded blessing as if to say
But for the grace of God go I
I walked to my car and I thought of you
and the cashier asked Sir can I help you?
Chorus
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Hindsight
05:16
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You know that I’m sorry for worryin’ your mind
The mouth is a demon, the tongue a landmine
A word can be troublin’ or fit for a king
You know hindsight is a funny thing
He'll send you love letters, more now than then
He'll tell you 'bout all the beds, you've been lyin’ in
When he says “ I told you” he is just being kind
That man can heal you but he leave a humbled mind
He'll be your doctor, he'll be your curse
He'll be your minister, he'll be your blues verse
He'll turn all the lights on when you don't pay the bill
Hell give a cold cup of water when nobody else will
I was with Adam at the height of the fall
I was with Judas, I was hangin with Saul
And at every battle when the blood's flowing thin
You'll be guaranteed I'll come round again
You know I’m sorry for worryin’ your mind
But I'm afraid I ain’t leavin’ You see I work all the time
And when death mets you at the end of it all
At your illin’ bed, you know he'll make a call
You know that I’m sorry for worryin’ your mind
The mouth is a demon, The tongue a landmine
A word can be troublin’ or fit for a king
You know hindsight is a funny thing
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LaVon Hardison Olympia, Washington
LaVon Hardison, “an artist for whom the song is king” (Earshot Jazz), has a glossy, warm tone and infectious stage presence. Trained in jazz and classical vocal technique, LaVon has a developed a musical persona as a jazz singer with a rock-and-roll sensibility. Beneath the core jazz sound of her original songs and covers bubbles a gumbo of soul, rock, country, gospel, pop, and even punk. ... more
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