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G. C
There’s new flowers in the field
Am D7
As the spring earth starts to yield
Food for the bees fruit of the soil
And y’know what they’ll get for their toil
Am. D7
Their tiny brains all full of roundup
G. Fdim(?). E7
Dandelions just weeds to you and me
To soon we’ll only hear the sound of
Silence buzzin through the trees
So stay your hand domestic gods
G. E7. A7. D7
Try to see the beauty past your pasture of sod
And won’t you
Oh honey please do it for the bees
Oh honey please do it for the bees
Oh honey please do it for the bees (and other pollinators)
Oh honey please do it for the bees
So if you love the way honey glistens
And preventing the collapse of our ecosystems
All it takes is planting flowers
And making your voice heard to the powers
Whether they’re neighbors or congresspeople
Tell them that the future of our food is past the brink
Or bring your case to your weekly steeple
If he made them all why should we make them all extinct
And if my words sound off or odd
Know every spray of poison spits into the face of God
And won’t you
Oh honey please do it for the bees
Oh honey please do it for the bees
Oh honey please do it for the bees (and other pollinators)
Oh honey please do it for the bees
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Forest Bathing
02:53
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Never was the one to take the criticism lightly
In fact you’d find me lying awake on my pillow nightly
Always something on my mind
Always something on my heart
Always words caught in my mouth
As I shut it tightly
So as the hours pass the darkness lasts til day comes brightly
And the fading thoughts they burn away like dreams of flying
Carried away on the wind
Float away and then begin
Thankful for another day
A bit of fright and then it’s
Off to the woods without the fear and
Into the lake as the icy clearness
Soaks out the world with joyful tears
And shivers bring out a moment dear
So inbetween the seasons counting reasons til I’m sleeping
Often finding hopeful dreams of mine hard to believe in
There’s no shame in feeling frail
Find the center of the gale
Never worry if you fail
Depend on those who take you
Off to the woods around a fire
Awakening hope and true desire
Sun, pine and smoke are not a liar
Bringing our spirits ever higher
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Murphy's Song
05:22
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I wanna lay in the woods
I wanna hike every mountain
I wanna climb up the trees
I wanna smell the blossoms
I wanna feel the leaves
And hear the ground crunch underfoot
I wanna see and believe
In the things I know I should
I wanna see the love
For that which gives us life
Whether it comes from above
Or in the peace that’s in the night
I wanna see the moon
I wanna see the Stars
That means I wanna live
Outside the land of cars
I wanna walk out to the sea
Where the waves crash on the shore
I wanna be the next of kin
To aspire for something more
I wanna swim in the lakes
Fed by the glacial melt
But they’re getting pretty deep
Much like the fears I’ve felt
This is the song of your children
This is the song of your grandparents
This is the song of anyone who has ever gone out of their way to love
They are watching you
They are hoping for you
They are wanting you
To make it right
Make it right, won't you
Make it right, doesn't have to be fair
But you could make it right
Doesn’t have to be fair
But you could make it right
Oh and this is the last time
We’re gonna ask nicely
I wanna see the moon
I wanna see the Stars
That means I wanna live
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Sahalie & Koosah
02:44
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Green boughs swayin
Dripping sunlight filter dew
Those mossy highways
And bending flowers pointing towards the truth
Steep river rushing, rushing through
It’s that wide eyed, white cap misty morning with you
Oh Sahalie
And Koosah, south of Santiam
On the McKenzie
Down to Blue Pool, coldest water I can stand
And I see the cloud
That tells me you’re still heaving
So close to God
Almost got me believing
We’ll go down to Deer Creek
It’s murky but it’s steaming
Crispest breeezes blowin
Can’t even think of leaving
Leaving Sahalie
And Koosah, south of Santiam
On the McKenzie
On down to Blue Pool, coldest water I can stand
Comes from Sahalie
And Koosah, south of Santiam
On the McKenzie
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5. |
Wild Spaces
05:28
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Get you to those wild places
Let your legs carry you into the unknown
Exit all of your daily races
And face the mystery that you’ve been shown
I remember nineteen, living what I thought was the dream
Concrete box all my own, vintage carpet and shared showers made a home
But Sunny Texas made me seek the shade
I found a city park and considered the offer it made
Follow the stream around the bend just outta sight
No one here it’s just me and all the leaves, a tiny
Wild space
Let my curiosity reap what it sown
Found some rest in a secret place
A way for my weary mind to atone
I remember being only nine
A six year old in tow her eyes shine just like mine
The trees in Ozark, the moon over our head
It’s been many many hours and we’re overdue for bed
Trails fresh cut by our uncle still oozing with their name
Little did we know someday they would be tamed
Til then we’ll run and fill the forest with our fame
Two wild children discovering the same
In our wild spaces
Across lake table rock the stars and moon shone
Through those hills we did hasten
Never worried about our hunger never listened for a phone
Now I’m nearly thirty
Been so long since I’ve been anything but good and dirty
Perched on a bus outside Bend, feeding the fire
Living for the outdoors, in the woods, on top of tires
Feel the cascades, reaching juniper and stone
Smell the snowy wind that beckons you on to a
Wild space
See how the land around you has grown
Shed your contrived social graces
Lose your shoes for a moment and feel your home
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Matti Joy Bend, Oregon
Semi-Pro Gardener and Recording Artist due to COVID19
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