Like this page? Then share it!
☮ soaring eagle ॐ
☮ soaring eagle ॐ

Location:

Location: philadelphia pa
Zipcode:
Country: US

Influences

rainbow gatherings, rainbow family, rainbow

Latest Followers:

Bogbean TXmomDani JulieCat Raven's Light mpc2kxl xzenstence Anna88 kitkat gratefuldread Cupcakegabbi foz_bee@hotmail.com ramona.adkins MidnightRain naughtylocs sassylocs AmandaPi Frankster JellieBeanMumma Danatoerien freebird96 Shannon aka dorkpixie DreadBruja theiriemisfit710 woodyb23 marleyhead

Stats

Playlists: 2
Blogs: 74
Pages: 2
youtube videos: 484
events: 40
images: 408
Flickr Images: 2
audio tracks: 113
videos: 31

Profile Tag Cloud:

sylvia bagge "canoe song" (album: bold little planet) copyright ©sylvia c. bagge.2000


Category: sylvia bagge
Duration: 00:07:07
Description:
This is an original song by Sylvia. Vocals and guitar performed by Sylvia. Lyrics can be found below:

i cast my fear into the fire tonight
and watched it rise up like angry tongues
which reminded me of the quiet responsive way you
moved through me
cotton canvas skin on wood to glide past the pines
on the river side...

your fingers brushed over me like foxglove hangin' low
your hands spoke my name suggesting something
strong and slow
my blood dances through the chambers of my heart
the hearth of my home,
oh my home is dug out from a tree and glides,
down the river, to where the water's meet

line up my spine with the keel
steamed white cedar strips
brass tacks and screws
let me revisit
every rib that holds me together
i am learning to read the river
and i can move this little red canoe...
through white water...

well i have never wanted to be satisfied
i don't want the kind of peace that puts me to sleep
if i'm satisfied i know that the ocean tide of my vision is low
but what about you who can hold me with your eyes
and what about you who pulled me from my disguise

line up my spine with the keel
steamed white cedar strips
brass tacks and screws
let me revisit
every rib that holds me together
i am learning to read the river
and i can move this little red canoe...
through white water...

while the sun squeezes vapor from the forest floor
i watched you dance around
and then i watched you dance some more....
top soil gone, like the rocks up in the Canadian shield
worked over and over by a glacier i'm told
bare bedrock now like nerves exposed

line up my spine with the keel
steamed white cedar strips
brass tacks and screws
let me revisit
every rib that holds me together
i am learning to read the river
and i can move this little red canoe...
through white water...

you laugh with me because you see what i'm about
released from the dry river bed and this awful life of drought
and you listened and you watched all the things that flow
from my bold mouth
your cells scream and i can taste the heat as i move
deep down deep down to where the waters meet....

line up my spine with the keel
steamed white cedar strips
brass tacks and screws
let me revisit
every rib that holds me together
i am learning to read the river
and i can move this little red canoe...
through white water...
copyright ©sylvia c. bagge.2000
Dislike 0

Share This

Tags

comments powered by Disqus