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Barefoot
04:03
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When the sun goes down here
The darkness falls
A blanket of winter
Leaves no light at all
You search for shelter
To calm the storm
Shaking with an instinct
Just to stay warm
I’d walk through the snow barefoot
If you’d open up your door
I’d walk through the snow barefoot
You hear the howling
Of dogs and wind
Stirring up the secrets that are frozen within
The ice will haunt you
It lays so deep
Locking up inside you
The dreams that you keep
But I’d walk through the snow barefoot if you’d open up your door
I’d walk through the snow barefoot
I’d walk through the snow barefoot
If you’d open up your door
I’d walk through the snow barefoot
AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I’d walk through the snow barefoot if you’d open up your door
I’d walk through the snow barefoot
I’d walk through the snow barefoot if you’d open up your door
I’d walk through the snow barefoot
I’d walk through the snow barefoot if you’d open up your door
Oh, I’d walk
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2. |
Bird on a Wire
05:00
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Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "you must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
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3. |
A Soft Place to Land
04:08
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Calling it quits
You think this is easy
I swear I heard you call in the jury
Call it a catch,
Without any strings attached
I’m looking for
A soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
I’m looking for
A soft place to land
Call it an ace,
You gotta believe me
But you're calling me names
And not to my face
But you’re calling my spade a bluff
Without calling it love
I’m looking for
A soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
I’m looking for
A soft place to land.
OOOOHHHHHHH
OOOOHHHHHHH
OOOOHHHHHHH
Call me in the night
I don't
I don’t
I can’t sleep
Call me in the day
In my car
On my way
Call me by my name
All I want is to hear you say
I’m looking for
A soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
I’m looking for
A soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
of your hands
of your hands
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4. |
Little Green
04:30
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Born with the moon in Cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Call her Green, and the winters cannot fade her
Call her Green for the children who've made her
Little Green, be a gypsy dancer
He went to California
Hearing that everything's warmer there
So you write him a letter and say "Her eyes are blue"
He sends you a poem and she's lost to you
Little Green, hе's a non-conformer
Just a little Green
Like thе color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little Green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow
Child with a child pretending
Weary of lies you are sending home
So you sign all the papers in the family name
You're sad and you're sorry, but you're not ashamed
Little Green, have a happy ending
Just a little Green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little Green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow
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Moon at the Window
04:09
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Betsy's blue she says,
"Tell me something good!"
You know I'd help her out if I only could
Oh but sometimes the light
Can be so hard to find
At least the moon at the window
the thieves left that behind
People don't know how to love
They taste it and toss it
Turn it off and on
Like a bathtub
Faucet, OH
Sometimes the light
Can be so hard to find
At least the moon at the window
The thieves left that behind
I wish her heart
I know these battles
Deep in the dark
When the spooks of memories rattle
Ghosts of the future
Phantoms of the past
Rattle rattle rattle
In the spoon and the glass
Is it possible to learn
How to care
and yet not care
Since love has two faces
Hope and despair
And pleasure always turns to
Fear I find
At least the moon at the window
The thieves left that behind
At least they left the moon
Behind the blind
At least they left the moon behind the blind
Moon at the window
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6. |
Where Will I Be?
06:06
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The streets are cracked
And there's glass everywhere
And a baby stares out
With motherless eyes
Under long gone beauty
On fields of war
Trapped in lament
To the poet's core
Oh, where
Oh, where will I be?
Oh, where?
Oh, when that trumpets sounds
Met an Indian boy in Ottawa
He laid me down on a bed of straw
Said don't waste your breath
Don't waste your heart
Don't blister your heels
Running in the dark
Oh, where
Oh, where will I be?
Oh where?
Oh, when that trumpets sounds
Yeah, I like the heat
Of your body laying under me
May your wild lip
Get you where you're going
With your inventions
Your intentions
Your laughter big breathe
Your forever yearning
Oh, where
Oh, where will I be?
Oh, where?
Oh, when that trumpets sounds
I walked to the river
And I walked to the rim
I walked to the teeth
Of the reaper's grin
I walked to you
Rolled up in wire
To the other side of desire
Oh, where
Oh, where will I be?
Oh where?
Oh, when that trumpets sounds
Oh, where?
Oh, where?
Oh, where?
When that trumpet sounds
Oh, where? Keep energy
Oh, where?
Oh, when that trumpet sounds
Well, the heart opens wide
Like it's never seen love
And addiction stays on tight like a glove
Oh, where
Oh, where will I be?
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7. |
You Were Here
05:06
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Are there no blinders?
On lights that blare.
White noise.
On the eyes.
From gas station lots
And reflected ice glare
So that I can walk home
By moonlight
Alone
Well can we go up to where the wind howls
And stand and lean against the trees?
They’ve grown up so tall that you can’t see the house
It’s a fortress now, but you know how it used to be.
I could lie to myself
And say i like it
But i would love it, if you were here
These words on paper smell like you
Associated in random thought
On my lips the words turn blue
Evanescent, feeling lost. I could lie to myself and say I like it.
But I would love it if you were here
I’m just sick for myself
Because I know you’re clear.
But I would love it if you were here.
I can just see you show me your gardens
I thought you’d grow roses and grapes on low vines
I wanted to you know you when we were both older
I thought there’d be more of those wonderful times
I could lie to myself and say I like it.
But I would love it if you were here
I’m just sick for myself
Because I know you’re clear.
But I would love it if you were here.
You were here
Yes You Were
Yes You Were
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8. |
Free
03:30
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Electric skies
Turn to pastel nights
Driving home
Going slow
Should I go?
Where? I don’t know
I could wander
Through the clouds
If I was free.
If I was free
Oh, If I was free.
Passing cars and grains of wheat
Could I be a raindrop that
Falls into the happiest of
Falls into the happiest of
Cups
I can’t believe where I have been
I can’t believe where I am going
Gone.
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Aimee-Jo Benoit Calgary, Alberta
Calgary musician Aimee-Jo Benoit is celebrated for her distinctive vocal style, articulate diction, and expressive phrasing. She passionately showcases Canadian songwriters in her performances, blending classic standards with contemporary hits in a fresh style. Her work honors the Jazz tradition of reinventing the repertoire. ... more
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