1. |
Georgia's Mountain
03:35
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I’d like to know just one mountain
From the highest peak to the lowest canyon
I’d paint it every day
In every possible way
Until I could paint that mountain with just one line
I’d like to know just one person
Half as well as I know my mountain
Even though we'll change
After all we’re made of clay
I know inside you, there is a mine
How can I stand here and promise forever
Some things are better in pictures that there are no words for
You are the sky
And I am the weather
So let's promise forever
One day at a time
I’d like to wake up just one morning
To find the world is done firing its warning
But when they’re calling out your name
Are you gonna ride away
Or stay here and die trying
How can I stand here and promise forever
Some things are better in pictures that there are no words for
You are the sky
And I am the weather
So let’s promise forever
One day at a time
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2. |
In The Long Mirror
02:57
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I had a feminist art teacher when I was 14 years old
Made me think about things for the first time
She scared me shitless, she was so fearless and bold
And I think she might have saved my young life
She talked about parties in the 60's where women learned to love their bodies
Their symbol was a little white dove
Everyone would gather nearer and look in the long mirror
And see themselves with a new kind of love
With a new kind of love
A new kind of love
A new kind of love
She gave me books so that I'd know about Audre Lorde and Frida Kahlo
She took me to my first gay pride march
And even though I hadn't the faintest that I too might be an artist
And things wouldn't always be so dark
I'd know a new kind of love
I'd find a new kind of love
I'd know all kinds of love
My mom asked what I was doing for hours alone in my room
And had I seen her compact mirror case
It took years for me to look though I'd already had a lover
So why did alone feel so unsafe?
I need a new kind of love
Bring me a new kind of love
I need a new kind of love
I've learned to love my time alone
I love the people I meet on the road
I even love the love I've lost
And to the love I have yet to know
Bring me a new kind of love
I had a feminist art teacher when I was 14 years old
And I think she might have saved my young life.
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3. |
Your Little Day
04:09
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Broad field, bright flower, long white road;
My feet to follow, my heart to hold
No one speaks to me, can you?
No one speaks to me
Old mill, gray shipyard
New England where winter is king
Weathered faces turn to watch the sea
No one speaks to me, can you?
No one speaks to me…
Can you make the most of this, your little day
Your little month
Your half a year
As you struggle on
Vows bend and break
A grave is such a quiet place
I am not big enough to love the way I do
What will you do with me now?
Keep me doing things, keep me from doing things
Keep your things out of the way
And don’t stay too long
Red hair, green eyes,
His stubborn mouth and chin
She said if we did better he might come back then
But who ever does better? Can you?
Whoever does
My head, a howling wilderness
The creaking of the tented sky
They’ll try to name you, claim you, tame you
You who suffered death but could not die
Whoever does better? Can you?
Whoever does…
Can you make the most of this, your little day
Your little month
Your half a year
As you struggle on
Vows bend and break
A grave is such a quiet place
I am not big enough to love the way I do
What will you do with me now
Keep me doing things
Keep me from doing things
Keep your things out of the way
And don’t stay too long
It is a wild thing
To live out on the edge of everything
Make the most of this, your little day
Your little month
Your little half a year
Struggle on
Bend and break
A grave is such a quiet place
I am not big enough to love the way I do
What will you do with me now?
Keep me doing things
Keep me from doing things
Keep your things out of the way
No one speaks to me, can you?
No one speaks to me, can you?
Broad field, bright flower, long white road
My feet to follow, my heart to hold…
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4. |
In Order To Survive
03:59
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The body is heroic
It can learn and unlearn to think
Erasing like magic marker
What is written in permanent ink
Dreams become a reservoir
Blank canvas on an easel
Wild and feral
Images ancestral
I haven’t had that one in a long time
You in grey stripes and skeleton
The dirty cot you’re lying in
I’ve had that one over and over again
But those white men marching in the streets
Made my heart skip a beat
And when I went to sleep
You were all that I could see
If telling this story makes it real
Then it’s my duty to repeat it
It might turn out we need it
In order to survive
I hope you’re never asked to choose
To tell on a friend or neighbor
They must have promised her they'd save her
My worst fear is my best guess
All we have is this old picture
And no idea what she was doing there
With stiff wool suits and stiff salutes
And a baby at her breast
But they took her anyway
Marched her family to the grave
While the death orchestra played
If telling this story makes it real
Then it’s my duty to repeat it
It might turn out we need it
In order to survive
In order to survive
I have a cousin who’s a painter
I come from a family of makers
Me and him paint the same things
Even though we’ve never met
Gruesome and beautiful
Fear and cortisol
Running stronger through us now
Like that instinct to survive….
If telling this story makes it real
Then it’s my duty to repeat it
It might turn out we need it
In order to survive
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5. |
Joyful Noise
03:31
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40 days and 40 nights
Guess you had some things to figure out
If thine is the kingdom and the glory
Why wait til later start now
This train is gone
I saw it leave the station
I've been waiting down by the riverside
You can always take the next one
They said I played just like a man
What do you want that to mean?
This is just what I sound like when I’m not even trying
Sometimes laughing sounds a lot like crying
Dressed up in Sunday morning
With one foot still in Saturday night
It was good enough for Jerry Lee and Johnny
You know I raised those boys up right
They said that I look just like a man
What do you want that to mean?
This is just what I look like when nobody’s watching
Sometimes laughing looks a lot like crying
They say the Lord smiles down on those that make a joyful noise
Even when we turn from Him in doubt
So Shout sister shout
Let the tears and laughter out
A windmill and a wail
Somewhere there’s a sinner needs some saving
Whether you win or whether you fail
You got a song worth singing
They said that I sang just like a man
What do you want that to mean?
This is just what I sound like when I’m not even trying
I was laughing just to keep from
Laughing just to keep from
Sometimes laughing is the same thing as crying
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6. |
Ride In The Rain
04:26
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Four wheels move the body
Yours is moved by two
I have never been happier
Just moving furniture around a room
In every inch and every corner
In every picture I’m already older
Than you were then
Oh, the things you knew back when
If you could ride in the rain
You could go anywhere
You could see more clearly passing by
And I’d hide all along
And act like I don’t care
And just ride faster than angels can fly
Oh, the broken yellow line
You’ve got all those street lights timed
No more stopping and starting, starting and stopping
From me to you
You don’t so much as leave a trail
As mark your territory
I think I love you but you scare me
I think I love you cuz you scare me
When you ride in the rain
You can go anywhere
You could see more clearly passing by
And I hide all along
And act like I don’t care
And just ride faster than angels can fly
Oh, St. Christopher!
Give me a minute just to look at her
Oh, my appetite!
Home in my quitters on a Friday night
Oh, my fickle heart!
Don’t make me go and miss this part
Don’t make me go and miss this part
Don’t make me go…
Is it the chrome or the precision?
Is it the doubt or the decision?
Drunk from the air that’s in her mouth
Water on her lips and all around
Ride in the rain
Ride in the rain, oh St. Christopher
Ride in the rain
Give me a minute just to look at her
Ride in the rain
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7. |
Jane Avril
02:52
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Yes you can can, Jane Avril
Show them all how it’s done
One glimpse of stocking is still a thrill
When you don’t see how many times they’re mended
Yes you can can, Jane Avril
A feather boa and some fraying silk
You lift your skirt and their hearts stood still
You made them think this is what they’re missing
Oh, what you put on
You took it off so you don’t have to take it home
So you moved down to The Strip
Only way you could think to keep on dancing
All swaying body and bright red lips
You still find those lights enchanting
Sometimes you like it more than you know you should
Mostly it’s a game of grin and bear it
Sweaty, fat hands with dollar bills
A gold band should sit where those tan lines faded
Oh, what you take off
And put back on before you get back
What happens here stays here
The one who says that is never the one waiting
Je m’appelle La Melinite
Je ne suis q’un tout petite femme mais dans un feu immense
Oh, what you put on
And take back off before you get back
Oh, what you put on
You took it off so you don’t have to take it home
Yes you can can, Jane Avril
Show them all how it’s done
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8. |
Purple Glow
05:04
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I told you I had a friend’s wedding to go to almost every
other weekend
And you said, “Sounds better than the funerals I’ve been
going to lately”
All your friends were gone and you were still downhill skiing
Just point your feet in one direction, there’s no stopping you
We drove around the lower east side looking for the house
you were born in
You said, “Right here on Rivington is where we’d play kick
the can.”
You said, “It’s changed so much. I’m not even sure that house
is still standing.”
And then we decided that any old house would do
Because a house is just a place to hold your memories
Oh the lives that you lived in over a century
The things you kept hidden and the things that you let go
They’re surrounding you now in a purple glow
I always thought you knew the name of every single flower
Because with one crooked finger you would point and with authority you would say it’s name
At your 90th birthday your friend told me, “She’s cheating
at scrabble!”
You said, “If you wanna play the game by my rules, I’ll show you how”
When you started getting confused I came to help you clean
out your closets
You said, “I wanted you to have that coat. When will I go
out fancy-like? Maybe once?”
I like to think it’s the coat you wore when Grandpa took you out dancing on the weekends
Oh, how I know you two are dancing now
Things are just a way to hold your memories
What I wouldn’t give to read your diaries
The things about you that I will never know
They’re surrounding you now in a purple glow
Times were hard, you were a difficult mother
You made choices for your life when there were really no others
A painter, a potter, a sculptor, a dancer
This is the way I always saw her
This is the way I always saw her
This is the way I always saw you
In the light that surrounds you
There is a purple light
It is royal and bright
Powerful and beaming
And it’ll hold you now
You showed me how
To shine so bright
You shine so bright
You shine so bright
This is the way I’ll hold your memory
The way that you’ll live on inside me
You are the sweetest, softest adagio
That’s you, my Grandmother
That’s your purple glow
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9. |
Pop Tarts
03:31
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I like to talk to people
In line at the grocery store
It’s way to practice patience
A way to practice letting go
People buy a lot of pop tarts
But who am I to judge?
Look at me with more than I deserve
More than I ever dreamed of
Take pills from Friday to Thursday
I get so mad when I’m tired
I’ve never been a gardener
But I’m gonna plant some flowers
I promise I won’t be here long enough
To be a pain in the ass
Maybe I should eat more pop tarts
Maybe you should have more laughs
When I say
Why me?
Why not me?
Why me?
Life is nothing like a folk song
It bends and it jumps
It even goes backwards sometimes
A process you can’t interrupt
Just like that hurricane
Took nothing that couldn’t be replaced
There’s a great chance for renewal
When what you thought you needed gets erased
Like the day I heard those wind chimes
And they told me you were gone
“Gone where?” is what I asked them
Without you how would the world keep spinning on?
Into the sunlight of the spirit
There are things I did expect
Maybe this is my legacy
Maybe this is what I manifest
When I say
Why me?
Why not me?
Why me?
And I still have that inky purple letter
I read it again the other day
You said I made a difference
Did I make a difference?
You said I made a difference and you’d remember me that way
And I say:
Why me?
Why not me?
Why me?
Why not me?
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10. |
Ready As I'll Ever Be
03:51
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It’s a good thing
You didn’t come today
The world
Is in a terrible place
What makes me think I could take care of you anyway?
It’s a good thing
You decided to wait
But there are apples on the tree in the yard
They’re sweet and we can eat them in the shade
The geese are getting ready to fly south
I saw them wobbly and then I saw them steady
They are ready as they’ll ever be
What will I tell you
About this world we’re in?
The brutality and the prisons
The hatred and the divisions between us
But we all watched the sun get swallowed by the moon
That magic moment could not have come a moment too soon
The leaves are turning from green to red and gold
I see them holding on and then I see them letting go
When they are ready
Birds and bees and flowers still conspire
Seeds are bursting out of their shells in those fires
And as hard as they will try
We will still have lullabies
I will protect you
The best I can
You are safe here, you belong here
As long as I’m here
I will always hold your hand
There are Monarchs on their path to Mexico
And fuzzy little caterpillars doing their best to cross the road
Did they get left behind?
Or are they trying to find
What’s inside them all along
They are ready
I am ready
Ready
As I’ll ever be
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Your Little Day (story)
04:27
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Joyful Noise (story)
04:35
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Ride In The Rain (story)
02:53
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Jane Avril (story)
03:24
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Purple Glow (story)
04:40
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Pop Tarts (story)
03:13
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Natalia Zukerman Brooklyn, New York
Musician, painter and educator Natalia Zukerman grew up in New York City, studied art at Oberlin, started her mural business Off The Wall in San Francisco, began her songwriting career in Boston, and now resides, writes, plays, teaches and paints in Brooklyn, NY. ... more
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