1. |
The Mold Song
03:29
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You are the mold God used to make his oldest secrets
You are the tool she used to make pain
You are no different than my fingertips in essence, but
You have been so far from my hands these days.
Out of the clay,
Out of the clay you came and I saw you
Saw you walk on what we call air
Every step you took the Earth shook and I watched you
Watched you form from a single strand of hair
We will fly, we will fly on our wax wings slowly melting
Fly on up to the glaring sun
When we fall back to the ground that we’re walking on
We will find our hearts in the ocean
What a beautiful face you have
What a beautiful day I’ve had
What a wonderful day ahead
What a comfortable bed
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2. |
Moon Song
04:42
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The moon
Like your mother tongue
Right to left it waxes
But wanes now your dear sweet love
Away from me
How tragic
I am just a Christian girl
Yes I am a disciple
And on my head no taltalim
No curls to run your hands through
Give me
What I
Told you I need
Give me
What I've
Been deprived of
And I will write you letters from the living room
And songs I'll sing you from our bed
I am not the waxing moon
Nor am I mother's tongue
But on my knees I’m begging please
Away from me don’t you run
Tell me
What your heart really needs
Tell me
What you’ve
Been deprived of
And I will hold you in my loving arms
And to you I will do no harm
And I will write you letters from the living room
And songs I'll sing you from our bed
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3. |
Red Wings
03:19
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Fly near the trees
Fly up high where I can see you
My child, my God
Lie in the garden for a while
I’ve seen your red wings
I’ve seen your red wings
Now you can’t hide
Why would you hide such beautiful things?
What’s that I see circling
Strange and round again?
Memories of a wide open, northwestern plain
And a road leading to the park
He never carved me that flute
I guess the wood wasn’t tough enough
But I’ve seen your red wings
I’ve seen your red wings
Now you can’t hide
Why would you hide such beautiful things?
Fly near the trees
Fly up high where I can see you
My soul, my God
Lie in the garden for a while
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4. |
Love
04:36
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Love
Love
Open
Open
Love got the best of you
Opened your heart too
And I feel nothing like you do
Your bones are buried
Underneath the foundation of my house
I feel
The contours of your face when I walk around
And I feel nothing like you do
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Emmy Raviv Jerusalem, Israel
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