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Elusive Angels

by Bill White

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keithrube1 Because Bill White is a rare talent that you listen
To one time and know that he has the gift. He has a voice that lives these songs. The writing is exemplary and rare to see
In any new music.
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how do i get in? wheres the line? whats the price? you all seem so nice how do i get in? youve got the greenest oceans youve got the bluest skies this might be the perfect place for me to live and die how do i get in? do i have to have a record on the charts? do i have to go and break somebodys heart? where do i begin? how do i get in? is it like that woody allen movie? do we just wait for that cannon shiot? with a 100 thousand million other souls each one giving it all they got? how can i survive this crazy wormhole ride? then be the first to break inside when i got no legs not even fins how do i get in? how do i get in? is there a waiting list? do i get a bracelet for my wrist? i want to be my great grand daughters next of kin how do i get in? everybody out here is stuck in limbo wondering where to go and where theyve been should i knock on the door of holiness? should i knock on the door of sin? how do i get in? how do i get in? wheres the line? whats the price? you all seem so nice how do i get in?
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elusive angels the ones you will remember are not the ones you wrestled into victory elusive angels near misses no hitters you cant forget the thorns where roses withered into history when the dragon eats the sun darkness falls on every one elusive angels they dont answer questions so dont ever mention the sapphires in your eyes elusive angels in compliance they lie in your ruffled duffel bag you threw into yesterdays sky dreams are dissipating even before the waking thet were waiting for the taking but the pickers passed them by elusive angels shimmer, fading from the shadow passing over fervent plateaus we are dangling fom the wings of elusive angels
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Song of a Man Who Has Come Throughe By DH Lawrence Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me! If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift! If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted; If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge Driven by invisible blows, The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides. Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul, I would be a good fountain, a good well-head, Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression. What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them
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they say i eat too much covet my neighbors wife but my neighbor is a lion im not into interspecies copulation i know who i am i know what im doing in this cage full of songs waiting for dante to come me along i am the leopard waiting for dante i am woody waiting for bobby im jerry lee i know im better than presley but i didnt come here for the glory i just came to add another strophe to the story you can follow your bread crumbs but they wont lead you home when you are lost in the dark wood in the quiet of alone i know where i came from i know where im going you think i am standing still but my rivers are flowing i am the leopard sophia mia sapienza leogardos hacienda i am the leopard waiting for dante i am woody waiting for bobby like john the baptist who got things ready for jesus we cleared the roads at night when nobody could see us we are the leopards
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all i did was pixillate my brain when i tried to slow down the rain i couldnt even see the mess i was in until my auditory nerve got caught in a spin found an island where the girls grew up fast like grapes put me into a coma never thought of escape when at last i joined the fish i scraped the ocean for the longest wave id ever seen knocked me back to the shore chorus this is wy im lookin like a new boll weevil ulysses lookin for a home this is wy im lookin like a new boll weevil ulysses lookin for a home when i tried to slow down the rain the silence of god was brought on in a de synchronation of the bain brain i was looking for the other half of my brain so i bought a ticket on the gospel train i wanted to hear the voce of god again so i threw up my old wine from my old skin it was a long ride and the train broke down in sodom the priests were burned alive after we caught em when we finally made it to the city of gold i saw my house on the hill had been sold ow that ive been thrown out with theoru trash im looking for a couch where i can crash repeat chorus now the seas are full of pirates and bandits rule the roads the wals around the cities can be levelled with a code i stand before 1000 doors some open, some are closed when the funeral is over theres no place to go but home when i found my house and opened up the door i started crawling backward on a foreward floor repeat chorus
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do you remember the summer of the rising stars sailing ships and racing cars to the end of the boulevard then out across the seven seas you broke up with your boyfriend and went to the dance alone them crashed your car on storrow drove and called him up to take you home the dances we danced were cot, close, and tight but it didnt didnt go any further than that i didnt have the right you were in the loose i was on the runi we weret in love but it sure was fun being with you in the summer of the rising stars
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chorus i was pulling out the vines that had clouded my senses and hidden the pathways to higher ground you were looking for rainbows in the river while the broken blossoms brought the forest down in the days of music days of song when love bowed down to sorrow i remember the rain but forgot the season that you left leaving no reason no tomorows repeat chorus in the end the rain makes it right what we gain in days we lose in nights still when i look above the trees in the sky i see the sleepers wakeing while the dreamers pass them by repeat chorus bridge i expected a rocky road with pitholes and tree stumps and ruts but that rock you gave me was just chocolate with marshmallows and nuts repeat chorus
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Cans of Film 03:03
tomorrow has had its last weekend what will they do with these cans of film hidden deep inside the earth how will they move emulsified faces flashing again through untimed frames now that tomorrow has had its weekend will they know what lives inside these cans will they have the means to make thhem move again or will they shrug it off like the epitaph of an old love saying, tomorrow has had its weekend whyy did you leave the cans unopened cans filled with the life of lost days was it the struggle of too many words trying to fit onto too few pages we never did sync the sound to the fury there was too much to do in too much of a hurry structural conceits at the arc of the rainbow just like space ate up time when they finally turn up in the excavations in the ruins of a country once so strong will they try to understand us or will they shrug it off, saying tomorrow has had its weekend
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Your legs get heavy You lie down to rest Your feet get cold Theres a ratlte in your chest When that icicle slides up into your heart Everything freezes and the journey starts Where is the way Where is the light To guide us through the darkest night You are free, the warden shouts The walls are down But how do we get out how do we get out when we cant stay in the music ends and the chaos begins we gotta drown before the next wave breaks in the morning only sleepers awake How do we get out How do we get free When we are sailing on a fiery sea And a cold wind hits our sails How do we break out of this jail i saw figures in the light trying to push me to the edge of the night i was yelling let me be you are no relation to me no mother, no father, no friend waited fr me at the end o was alone in that lonesome hour in which pity has no power How do we get out How do we get free When we are sailing on a fiery sea And a cold wind hits our sails How do we break out of this jail When you dissolve in the river like an effervescent pill you are everywhere at once and will be nowhere still How do we get out How do we get free When we are sailing on a fiery sea And a cold wind hits our sails How do we break out of this jail in a world of shadows hear the churchyard moan dancing with the dead in their wrecked up homes How do we get out How do we get free When we are sailing on a fiery sea And a cold wind hits our sails How do we break out of this jail when you get out. where do you go to the land nobody knows like a car thats gone to rust are we returning to cosmic dust im looking for the way the truth, and the light but im getting nowhere fast tonight still im hoping to meet some one when i get to the far side of the sun Where is the way Where is the light To guide us through the darkest night You are free, the warden shouts The walls are down But how do we get out
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I busted free of gravity With an open mind My eyes were wide with wonder At thewonders I hoped to find But the fabled rings of Saturn were nothing but dust...and rust There were no hydroelectric wormholes Connecting them and us No expressways psyvhedelic No tunnels of rebirth No quantum electro dynamical oscillation Between Jupiter and Earth Everythng was black from the from to the back There no green men to be seen No women with radiation scarred faces Seducing men with lipstick tracesail I never got close to a star or a planet Never even saw the seed of a pomegranite No meteor or meteorite No tail of a comet swishing by Ive been to the ends of the universe And one thing, at least to me, is clear, Theres nothing up here!

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released February 1, 2019

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