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Jamalma
02:53
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Alma
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Spiderwebs
03:38
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The things I can't let go of
Show me places where I'm stuck
Like spiderwebs they tie me up
And keep me trapped to an image of myself
The selves I am emerge from selves
Buried deep within a set of selves
Matrushka doll the truth it always
Comes whispering in my inner ear
I'm not a musician nor am I entertaining
You can only see me clearly
When you see what I am not
No adjectives define me
They are just a technique that we use
So we don't really have to see each other clear
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Stroll
03:57
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A jar of honey in one hand
A guitar in the other
I walk down the snowy street
in the part where the snow is not
my walk is steady
I watch my town pass by
All the lives I've lived
seem like dreams to me in retrospect
I wonder where they've gone
where they reside
it's someplace else
now that I'm gone
now that I've hit the road
As I stroll on down
There's ladies on the street corner selling different things
when I look at my life in certain ways I'm in the 70s
and that is strange
cause I was born in 82
The poet is one but so is the janitor
if you stop to watch the street life you'll see unfolding poetry
I talk to strangers
and then they're not so strange
And then they're not so strange
man life can be so strange
As I stroll on down
Confusion flutters up
like pigeons in the park
the realizations come to me in droves I wonder what I should do with them and I say
I know I'm not the only one
I'm seeking a new form
a way to weave a thread
into the things
that constitute my life
yes I am seeking every day
I keep my head up
as I stroll on down my street
As I stroll on down
As I stroll on down
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Ohhhhhhhh
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high.
There's a land that I dream of once in a lullabye.
Oh somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then oh why can't I?
Some day I'll wish upon a star.
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops that's where
You'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then oh why can't I?
Ooohhh...
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Alma Desnuda San Francisco, California
We are best friends living our passion - making music and living in a way that is congruent with our most genuine sense of
self. We call this: naked soul.
Alma Desnuda is California Acoustic Soul, rootsy, folky, funky rock from the San Francisco Bay Area.
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