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Shadyside
06:57
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It's a hot and blistery one today
In the market and the square
A naked wheelchair - try not to stare
The acrobats and cool cats play
Just a stroll from old Broadway
A lone guitar sitting off the fray
Down by the rasta football lovin' blood
Just a simple pud like Billy Budd
He journeys into his own way
Just a stroll from old Broadway
Just a stroll from old Broadway
Get down for a ride
Take me back to Shadyside
The run is full of sweaty dogs at bay
A social circle at its best.
Some incense, yoga, books from old East-West
Helps me to sing what I can't say
Just a stroll from old Broadway
Just a stroll from old Broadway
Get down for a ride
She takes me back to Shadyside
Get down for a ride
My heart goes back to Shadyside
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Holy Mirror
05:07
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When you look into the mirror
Remember to be gentle with an old friend
Blank page really getting you down
It gives right back only what you were
The novel of man is a stroll down the highway
Reflects the blue of the skies then the mud underfoot
There are two ways of spreading the light
First be a candle lit - second reflect the one
When you look into the holy mirror
Everything becomes a little bit clearer
Hush my darling, lie still and slumber
Heavenly angels guard thy bed
And the sabbath bell rings so ever slowly
In the pebble of those timeless streams.
When you look into the holy mirror
Everything becomes a little bit clearer
Got myself a new home on the hill
My bluebonnets grow in a planter of clouds
Love to sit and write until the dawn
Leaving one sheet blank to soak up the sun
Never thought I'd have a proper abode
A familiar tune was always enough for me
Now the looking glass lines the ceiling and walls
And I hardly, hardly ever forget who I am at all
When you look into the holy mirror
Everything becomes a little bit clearer
When you look into the holy mirror
Everything become a little bit clearer
See the holes in the mirror
Check the holy holes in the mirror
Got my eye trained on the mirror
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Copper Blue
04:27
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So they've finished their last set it seems
The jazzmen pack up their notes and throw away the key
And our carafe of house Loire is getting thin
And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing
The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck
Such a sweet bouquet embracing me
Embracing your two lips pleasant in drink and talk
About all that film noir and the back seat of a car
And our waitress speaking broken English
says it's time to go
And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing
The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck
Such a sweet bouquet embracing me
Embracing your tulips leaving red upon the cloth
It's time to pay our way, the night is calling us
Back to the Old Town
Into the midnight sun.
And all the nightshade flowers on the lane
And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing
The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck
Such a sweet bouquet embracing me
And every cent that I find in the street
Reminds me of you
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Ol' 69
04:39
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I like my salvation kind of easy, kind of cool.
My dancing temptation waltzes matilda out by the pool.
Them crazy old magpies just don't understand my quiet delight
They take so much pleasure in razzing each other, come day and come night
The winding staircase up the stony tower
A flower power
I sit around thinking bout all the kings horses and all the kings whores
I'm just a salesman peddling dustpans and such door-to-door
My clock is ticking, her clock is stopped
Oh, what a mess
I'd wind her back up, but you know, she wont let me take off her dress
The winding staircase up the stony tower
A flower power
The weathervanes in my body, well, they never lie
Just pushing, and pushing, and pushing blood back to my heart in the sky
The winding staircase up the stony tower
A flower power
I like my salvation kind of easy, kind of cool
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Clear Blue Easy
05:49
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Wading through the water
A refugee upon the border
His mother said cross into the land of dreams
Can it be the grass' other side?
In the clear, blue, easy
The forces draw upon the membrane
Walls protect the one-eyed unborn queen
A thousand hopeful messengers winding through the maze Swimming after ecstasy - dream the hero's dream
In the clear, blue, easy
A twinkle in your eye, A sigh
Guided by fate's slip hand
A gentle touch excites the fertile land
The selfless are selfish and the selfish forget
Bear in mind how to spring the coil
In the clear, blue, easy
A twinkle in her eye, A sigh
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The Troubadour
05:19
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Once upon a little lovely time
In a remarkably uncharted town
Lives a poker-faced old troubadour
Can't say I've ever seen him frown
The children come a listen after school
Sit indian-legged there upon the grass
He sings a tune about a weathered farm
And a love that came to pass
And a love that came to pass
Sounds kinda like a story
My grandma told me years ago
Way back when the old troubadour
He graced the stage with many a name
Bought some threads and learned to party hard
He blew a kiss to every dame
He blew a kiss to every dame
Sounds kind of like a story
My granddad told me years ago
Dinner bell rings, The children run on home
He packs his pipe to have a quiet smoke
The troubadour, he's done singing songs for now
He ponders on the cosmic joke
He ponders on the cosmic joke
Sounds kind of like a story
My grandma told me years ago
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Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true
Wind blows echoes of grapes and sweat
The essence of you
An old memoir in the carefree noir
In the sight you are
Like the billowed sails on a moving boat
Carress the skin of open sky
Handed down and revitalized
Ancient butterfly
Hear the delicate song
Sitting by the harbor, how we looked upon the endless blue Later tea by the mountain side
The essence of you
An old memoir in the carefree noir
In the sight you are
Where have all the wondrous wind-players gone?
I hardly hear them anymore
Beyond the harbor in the hills, a key
To an ancient door
Hear the delicate song
Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true
Thinking of the open road
The essence of you
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Val Holler Nashville, Tennessee
Val Holler is a singer-songwriter who has performed and released music mainly from the mid-1990s to mid-2000s, while based
primarily in New York City, Los Angeles and Berlin, Germany.
Check the artist Kanude for newer music by the same creator.
Contact info:
c/o The Orchard/Sony
23 E. 4th St., 3rd Fl
New York, NY 10003
tel: (+1) 646-504-4958
booking (-at-) lightstone.us
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