1. |
Feverlift
05:00
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Feverlift written by Dan Blakeslee
Are we done with this fever at last?
Are we finally cutting the cast.
To your ship I’ll run steady fast,
Fold the sails and lower the mast.
Are we done with this fever at last?
Are we finally cutting the cast.
To your ship I’ll run steady fast,
Fold the sails and lower the mast.
A broken branch that cannot heal,
There’s no mask that could conceal.
No pile of gold could match its worth,
This planted seed will bring rebirth.
Are we done with this fever at last?
Are we finally cutting the cast.
To your ship I’ll run steady fast,
Fold the sails and lower the mast.
A broken branch that cannot heal,
There’s no mask that could conceal.
No pile of gold could match its worth,
This planted seed will bring rebirth.
Are we done with this fever at last?
Are we finally cutting the cast.
To your ship I’ll run steady fast,
Fold the sails and lower the mast.
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2. |
Your Spanish Scarf
06:15
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YOUR SPANISH SCARF
written by Dan Blakeslee
Riding on a plane to see my baby,
My mind won’t stop, I’ve got to see you now.
The wide ocean blue that kept us distant,
Only in miles, ‘cause I was always there with you.
Soon we’ll walk in the night ‘neath Giralda Tower,
By the flickering moonlight.
In the morning I’ll wake in the arms of my wife.
“Donde los taxis por favor?” I plead please.
But took the underground, the swift rails carried me.
In my delirium from foreign tongues,
On the AVE I hear, your voice, my longing dear.
I search the hills on the road to Sevilla,
No you cannot hide, your face I spy every mile.
We’ll see Cathedrals of Spain through golden beams,
The olive countryside, Gaudi, poppies and wine.
I deboard the train onto the platform,
My boots are worn, sleep just about took my speed.
Then a long woolen scarf from the rail above me,
Where her green beacon shines, as they seek my blue.
Into my legs great strength did come,
Her tide was pulling me, and I went helplessly.
The radiance from her embrace,
Tied the clock hands still, and was enough to part the sea.
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3. |
Hal Kenyon
04:37
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HAL KENYON
written by Dan Blakeslee
I brought some flowers to rest on your soul.
I brought you a blanket so you’d never get cold.
Your body is still but your heart is rich with laughter.
I’ll be leaving this town for awhile.
To find a better place where I can escape.
I’ll be gone long but I won’t stop thinking of you.
How long did it take you to get some relief?
I never lost interest or felt disbelief.
You’re bringing me closer to everything that I want to be.
Hal Kenyon how’s Andrew Wyeth your friend?
Is he as you remembered him then?
The blanket covers him as he’s with you.
Yes I believe I can still see your face,
For it’s memory could not be replaced.
You’re gone for now but you won’t be gone for good.
How long did it take to get where you are?
I’m tangled in mystery, and swollen in scars.
You’re bringing me closer to everything that I want to be.
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4. |
East Early Morning
05:55
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EAST EARLY MORNING
written by Dan Blakeslee
A curious breeze, finds this East early morning.
Cleverness hides, the unfamiliar wind.
The weatherman warns, a small craft advisory.
Sea Captain haul in your nets, bring all hands ashore.
Oh Sea Captain, bring all hands ashore.
From a watchtower, sitting high above the valley.
Gathering clouds were seen, giving birth to a beast.
From deep in its mouth, came a white fire.
Around lightning’s neck, rang thunders bells.
Around lightning’s neck, rang thunders bells.
Are you frightened by the storm dear?
High winds shook the trees on Broad Street.
Bring all our golden goods to the front door.
Two of those in fur, we’ll not leave behind.
Downward it came, growing darker by the hour.
Claps and wild sirens, left an infinite drone.
With the might of an army, the old house was standing.
The spell it was cast and soon fell, to a wondrous light.
I’ll keep watch upon the eye dear.
And pray for all those dwelling in the forest.
I’ve brought our golden goods to the front door.
Two of those in fur, we’ll not leave behind.
I will watch the eye.
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5. |
Dear Ladies Of The Night
05:31
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DEAR LADIES OF THE NIGHT
written by Dan Blakeslee
Dear ladies of the night, blue light it lines the room.
By stroke of midnights call, count on the droppin’ ball.
Dear ladies of the night, now higher than the moon.
You’ll guide me while I fly, then haunt me when I lie.
Dear ladies... that tempt me.
You lead me like a pleadin’ vagabond,
And drown me in the pond.
Dear ladies of the night, though my strings you do control,
Your welcome has been worn, and tonight I’ll clip your thorn.
Dear ladies of the night, this web of pleasure is your gift.
One day you’ll lose your grip, and from your shackles I will slip.
Dear ladies... that tempt me.
You lead me like a pleadin’ vagabond,
And drown me in the pond.
Dear ladies... that tempt me.
With venom in verse I’ll add no deceit,
I will now retreat.
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6. |
He Cannot Take Me
03:14
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HE CANNOT TAKE ME
(written by Dan Blakeslee between the hours of 11pm and midnight
on 06/06/06 on a pier in Newburyport, MA )
At times I think he’s got my tongue,
When night takes the radiant sun,
The devil cannot take my soul away.
Though my thoughts are sometimes dark,
The deepest black without a spark.
The devil cannot take my soul away.
His silent armies and his spies,
Will not get behind my eyes.
The devil cannot take my soul away.
Tonight his spell lies in the air,
My goodness flanks his brooding stare.
The devil will not take my soul today.
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7. |
Carrie
05:30
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CARRIE
written by Dan Blakeslee
I watch through my window, as you walk through the snow.
Your head is hung heavy now, wherever you go.
I would do most anything , to get you to stop.
Instead of fighting off hits, you begin to drop.
Carrie, don’t you fall apart.
Carrie, don’t you fall apart.
A stained glass window above your head,
The ceiling is dropping too fast, your powers are dead.
Your interests have been dragged through the mud,
Don’t know which is worse.
I’d get the strength to stand up, if you don’t put me down first.
Carrie, don’t you fall apart.
Carrie, don’t you fall apart.
You said goodbye to all of your friends.
You didn’t think you needed them then.
Carrie, why did you leave?
The scars have begun to heal upon your wrists.
Unpleasant words escape from your lips where I had once kissed.
Carrie take that needle away from your arm.
These drugs will do you no good and just cause you harm.
Carrie, don’t you fall apart.
Carrie, don’t you fall apart.
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8. |
The Carriage House
02:40
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THE CARRIAGE HOUSE
written by Dan Blakeslee
Let’s go back to the carriage house and lose our very beings.
I’ll pick you fruit from a bearing tree, and show you all my art.
Over the moat, clamber the wall, to slumber beneath your breath.
Grace me my dear woman, with your lightning on my lips.
You’re the Queen, You’re the Queen, I’d joust to win the part.
You’re the Queen, you are my Queen, you’ve honey in your heart.
Let’s go back to the carriage house, where lazy flowers bloom.
Dance beneath the fireflies, I’ll inhale your perfume.
I would climb Redwood trees if I thought that it would please.
You’ve opened a door to a wondrous world, that night in Astoria.
You’re the queen, you’re the queen.
I’d joust to win the part.
You’re the queen, you’re my queen.
You’ve honey in your heart.
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Dan Blakeslee Kennebunkport, Maine
With a suitcase of songs, Maine folk troubadour Dan Blakeslee ventured into the subways of Boston in 1995 to practice his craft. His songs of true life adventures combine the essence of early folk music with a dose of country grit. In 2015 his dream of playing Newport Folk Festival became a reality, where Bob Dylan went electric 50 years earlier. His band release "Christmasland Jubilee" on 12.1.20 ... more
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