(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Still waters at night In the darkest of dark But you rise as white As the birch tree's bark Or a pale wolf in winter »
Still Waters at Night Gulf Winds
by Joan Baez
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Sure a lot smaller everyday
Wonder why we feel this way
You don't know that I've got nothing left to say
I've been blown across the water
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Sleep Song America's Choice
by Hot Tuna
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a bright-glowing coal.
It was fire that lulled him to sleep,
flames that made moan for him.
The second she threw in the water,
held him under the waves.
It »
Mataleena Miero
by Värttinä
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Coffee-colored ice and peeling birch bark The sound of rushing water in the dark
Makes me feel the same way An inch an hour, two feet a day To move through life »
An Inch an Hour Day for Night
by The Tragically Hip
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a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water,
ripping, flashing in the sunshine;
And within it came a people
The Son of the Evening »
Lake Golden D
by Graham Coxon
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and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold her head under the water please »
The Murder Mystery Chronicles
by The Velvet Underground
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pouring wine, lord, or marrow Down into the bones of the birches And the spires of the churches Jutting out from the shadows The yoke, and the axe, »
Emily Ys
by Joanna Newsom
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