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Forevery Day
05:34
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Raise Him Up
08:37
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He lived life large, if not so long. Let’s raise him up in this song.
You’re leaving a big hole the size of your large heart, where’d you go? We’re shocked in this fallout. Speechless we bow here, awash in love’s tears….. love’s mighty tears. We shatter and we shake like leaves in this fired breeze, we tremble and quake. ‘Cause you accepted us wholly, wrapped us in your smile wide embrace… your bear hug embrace.
You’ll never believe the story that I’m about to share with you. It’s about a guy who stood 5’5” with eyes of palest blue wherever he went, he lived the strange, the miraculous, the true. He lived life large, if not so long. Let’s raise him up in this song.
It’s a wonder when we see how much of your short life you stuffed in each scene. Not coming up for air, the green grass could not grow under your feet, your globe-trotting feet. For those of us gathered, we know that we got to know something true. You extended your wide arms, found friendship and goodness in all that you knew…. all that you knew…
We struggle to make marks on the clock of this new time, but where do we start? All we have left are the echoes of you lodged in each of our hearts… our swollen, brave hearts. We’re flocking like wild geese, to assemble each fragment and restore each piece with each hug and each tear, Love’s filling the big hole that you done left here, Chris, we wish you were here…
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Angel
06:01
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Crawling out of bed, toward your phone call in my head, 'cause you only ever called while we slept. Climbing out of sleep from the place between some dreams, stumbled down the stairs in blind routine. Then that boulder in my throat, when Isee you got no hope to travel all the world you’ll never go. So my resolve’s to do my quest. Give it all, my heartbound best. Never take my gaze from all that's left.
When you walked this fragrant Earth you stepped so light we could’ve heard the iridescent wings of your soul’s bird. So the hole you leave here now is just more permanent somehow than the winged way you moved around. The angel inside you Chris, that held us together in your gift of knowing we belonged deep in your midst. It's to you we must confess our torn up gratefulness. Didn’t know what family was until your death.
Ah, angel. Walk ever more kindly now.
Ah, angel. Walk ever more kindly now.
Ah, angel. Walk ever more kindly now.
Ah, angel. Walk ever more in kindness now.
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Heart2Heart
03:46
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There’s no map to get you to the place where I am you’re gonna find it with your ear closed, and all 10 eyes upon this black lands. Where crescent moonbeams rain the sweet air through canyons ripening with pine stands. Yet all the wayward trails lead here to this quiet place where we stand.
Arm in Arm &
Heart2Heart.
We do this work because we know that we can’t breathe without it as our lifeblood. We hope and pray for the chance to walk up to the face of our dreams where people all get what they really need to stand inside their life’s heartbeat, and find there own song in the sun’s heat.
If you go, you best take something for your dry soul because the waters they will rain down and flood right through your parched ground and leave you wondering how you could feel alone in your desire to see it all healed. The heartbeat, will carry you, forward through the work that you’ll do…
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Everyman
05:38
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Doesn’t matter when I call you up, in the back of my mind’s eye. By the fire, in your chair, the same image comes to mind. There’s the facets of your smile, the things you used to say. Moving your words around, gentleribbing me the gentleman’s way.
Not sure when it occurred to me, my lessons by your side.
I caught a glimpse of what it meant to Love, through the sparkle in your eye.
You stood next to your wife Eileen, the love of your long life. Like 2 fragrant pines or arbored oaks, you lived at each other’s side. You fashioned the substance of your Love, with your hands, your saw, your lathe. Turned it back out beautifully, and gave it all away.
Born in a different century, with your knife and sawhorse games. You were thoughtful of your station and the effect your choices made.
You had ample time to listen, not caught in the modern trap. And when the day wound down, your Rob Roy and your nap.
Indelibly inside me, you’re sitting in your chair. In your trousers and your collared shirt, the same things that I now wear. Through the crystal-prism in your eye, I glimpsed the good in me. Yearn to live up to that better man that you knew I would be.
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What You Don't
04:01
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This song's a sound of gratitude in the only language I know that can hold the scent of what's left inside when I drive these strawberry roads. I've come to know how rare it is to find a soul like yours that knows how to the let the Quiet come sit beside-- eyes up in a listening pose.
This friendship's not about what you bring.
It's what you don't.
The Chinese say that to listen in you'll need 10 eyes for every ear that to hear what's said behind what's said: Patient up to what is here. To do the work of togethering, your heart needs to take it's place as the shaper for the words that come, to be so tender in its Grace.
Some folk pin their memories on peals of laughter and wilder times. Or righteous bits full of stood-their ground, or the bottles of their favorite red wine. But what I cherish has none of that, instead it's something that's not there. It's the absence of all the empty words and how it shows you really care.
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Mudsong Bemidji, Minnesota
Mudsong crafts stories that give voice to our breaking human hearts. Thomas King said, “The truth about stories is that’s all we are." The truth about Mudsong is songstories are all we are. Original stories. Soulful songs. Crafted from the sloppy mess of life? That's what we do. Our evenings open on the hearthfire of the bass guitar, shimmy through the saxophone, and linger over heart and soul. ... more
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