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The Guest House
05:11
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This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
- Jalaluddin Rumi,
Translation by Coleman Barks
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Drifting
05:51
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"I suppose they'll say his last thoughts were of simple things,
Of April back at home, and the late sun on his wings;
Or that he murmured someone else's name
As earth reclaimed him sheathed in flame.
Oh God! Let's have no more of empty words,
Lip service ornamenting death!
The worms don't spare the hero;
Nor can children feed upon resounding praises of his deed.
'He died who loved to live,' they'll say,
'Unselfishly so we might have today!'
Like hell! He fought because he had to fight;
He died that's all. It was his unlucky night."
-Dennis McHarrie, "Luck"
A drifting in the ocean,
Leave me by my endless ways.
A drifting in the ocean,
Leave me by my endless days.
A pain to leave you by my side,
Blessed my insipid ways.
Of diatribe, Oh dialyzed,
These Tides inscribed inside this pill of cyanide.
You keep me from drifting away.
The air is bloomed,
And shattered yield,
And God has not awake.
The Commandments were a testament,
Brash and brooding from the gauze.
Desperate I was of piety,
At least in her naive mind.
For dietaries resembled needs.
Oh dear God please,
Let me tell her why.
You keep me from drifting away.
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Mount Olympus
00:54
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The room is soon meant to be specific to us.
Ground me down. I don't wanna be the next Icarus.
And you were the shambles of the partisans.
And you were the castle and the armored guards.
And you,
And you were the symbol.
The words to you, so true, so insignificant,
But I want to remember every conversation.
And the wall, is a flaw, is a fluke.
And the Testament is brash and badly bruised.
And you were the shambles of the partisans.
And you were the castle and the armored guards.
And you,
And you were the symbol.
(And You.)
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Simply wondering why,
Left to true define.
Face my way comes the friend I made at lovers' birth.
And I give it all,
Every day.
But I no longer feel the need to give praise,
But I do,
'Cause I'm all alone and stuck right here with you.
Simply wondering how,
I could not just take the bow.
But the noose unfurled at the gates of her heaven,
I'm desperate in the fact that I'm indicted,
But refuse to this desperate situation you allude.
And I give it all,
Every day.
But I no longer feel the need to give praise,
But I do,
'Cause I'm all alone and stuck right here with you.
I wish I had gotten younger, yes.
Simply wondering why,
Left you by my side.
Simply wondering why,
I tend to be stuck with two different sides.
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Torment
02:26
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Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
- Christina Rossetti, "Uphill"
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7. |
I Don't Want To Wake Up
05:48
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I don't want to wake up.
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8. |
Enough
07:23
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Well I walked through wind rose,
And I talk in scandalous poses.
The convulsions are not enough,
To keep you in my arms.
Indigent is the world's indifference.
Mucked mire,
The wire was so bold.
Well I hang my soul with the spirits,
And I know, you're not disappointed in me.
You're not disappointed in me.
God!
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Jacob Hutto Spring, Texas
Jacob Hutto is a Houston-based Singer-Songwriter, with experimental tendencies.
Most of Jacob's music can be found on iTunes, Spotify, Youtube, etc.
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