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lyrics taken and arranged from the long poem
"Song of the Open Road"
by Walt Whitman
Whoever you are, come forth
You mustn't stay in the house
Will you come travel with me?
Will you give me yourself?
Wisdom is not tested in school
These are the days that must happen to you
However sweet these laid up stores
However sheltered this port
However calm these waters
We must not anchor here
Wisdom is not tested in school
These are the days that must happen to you
Afoot and light-hearted take to the open road
To take use out of the cities we pass through
To look up and down the road that waits for you
Leading wherever, wherever we choose
Wisdom is not tested in school
These are the days that must happen to you
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[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world ,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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Wild Nights (Dickinson)
03:26
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Wild nights - Wild nights! (269)
BY EMILY DICKINSON
Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!
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Travel (Millay)
02:53
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Travel
Edna St. Vincent Millay
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.
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The Dance (Eady)
03:49
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The Dance
by Cornelius Eady
When the world ends
I will be in a red dress.
When the world ends,
I will be in a smoky bar
on Friday night.
When the world ends,
I will be a thought-cloud.
When the world ends,
I will be steam in a tea kettle.
When the world ends,
I will be a sunbeam through
a lead window,
And I will shake like the
semis on the interstate,
And I will shake like the tree
kissed by lightning,
And I will move; the earth will move
too,
And I will move; the cities will move
too,
And I will move, with the remains of
my last paycheck in my pocket.
It will be Friday night,
And I will be in a red dress.
My feet relieved of duty,
My body in free-fall,
Loose as a ballerina
in zero gravity,
Equal at last with feathers
and dust,
As the world faints and tumbles
down the stairs,
The jukebox is overtaken at last,
And the cicadas, under the eaves,
warm up their legs.
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Up-Hill (Rossetti)
02:30
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Up-Hill
BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
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Those Winter Sundays
BY ROBERT HAYDEN
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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We Real Cool (Brooks)
00:56
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We Real Cool
BY GWENDOLYN BROOKS
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
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[Traveler, your footprints]
BY ANTONIO MACHADO
MARY G. BERG AND DENNIS MALONEY
Traveler, your footprints
are the only road, nothing else.
Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Traveler, there is no road;
only a ship's wake on the sea.
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My Papa’s Waltz
BY THEODORE ROETHKE
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
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Healing Waters (Carter)
03:00
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Healing Waters
by Terry E. Carter
Healing waters roll by (by and by)
Make my burdens just up and fly
For I am a humble man
Alone in this troubled land
Where all of my dreams want to die
Healing waters roll by
Take my poor soul to a place on high
Although I’m a native son
I’ve got no place left to run
As all of my demons draw nigh
And I have wandered this land
Trying to keep my people alive
I’ve seen so much in the faces I passed
I wanted to break down and cry
Healing waters roll by
Rest in the valley where freedom lies
Won’t stay where my father died
And contemplate suicide
Cause there’ll be a fire next time
I have traveled these roads
Longing to see justice survive
There’s such hatred at every stop sign
Took all of my strength to pass by
Healing waters roll by
Make my burdens just up and fly
Come hold my trembling hand
As I walk this troubled land
Going home to a place in the sky
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Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
W. B. Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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So We'll Go No More a Roving
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
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Max Heinegg Boston, Massachusetts
Max Heinegg. Singer-guitarist and songwriter, poet and adapter of classic poems, rock and roll vocalist... all about lyrics,
vocals, and guitars.
Songs here are from Through Traveler (2021), Sand Painting (2015) Ruby Saloon (2010) These Familiar Days (2007) and By June (2004).
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