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Carried Away
03:29
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Carried Away
by Enion Pelta-Tiller
Carried away, carried away
It’s time we got carried away
To the hills where the blackbird flies
Where the stones have ears and the sky has eyes
Running ahead, running behind
Running with my eyes so I will find
The dawn of the wind and begin again
And be borne out of this human skin
But you can bring me back, I’m outside over there
Forget me not, so I won’t disappear
Bring me back, oh, sing me down
Stolen away, stolen away
In the morning of the world I stole away
Were you the one to come along?
The mountains and the streams are crying
Please have no fear of dying
Find your love and bring it on home
Don’t forget where you belong
Carried away, carried away
This time we got carried away
To the hills where the blackbird flies
Where the stones have ears and the sky has eyes
But you can bring me back, I’m outside over there
Forget me not, so I won’t disappear
Bring me back, oh, sing me down
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Polyamorous Polly Ann
04:43
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POLyAmOrOUs PolLy AnN
by David Tiller
When I was 23 years old,
I was ready to win the world,
I swore off the distractions of love,
For my art I took an oath
Then she came into the party,
On the arm of an old old friend,
With a smile as grand as the canyon,
And eyes that could not pretend
I went weak in the knees,
Maybe weaker in the mind,
I could not look away from her,
I could not leave her behind
So I stole her away into the night,
And onto Avignon,
We busked the streets of Paris,
And made love unto the dawn
Oh Polly Ann,
Like heated honey in my hands,
Drips through my fingers into the sands
Oh Polly Ann,
Those who want to hold her down will not hold her again,
My polyamorous Polly Ann
And when I was ready to propose,
Another would be on his knee,
Not a lad could look away from her,
Nor could she refuse to please
She said don't wait up for me man,
this could take a while,
But I'll be back as sure as I am
Bearing your first child
Oh Polly Ann,
Like heated honey in my hands,
Drips through my fingers into the sands
Oh Polly Ann,
Those who want to hold her down will not hold her again,
My polyamorous Polly Ann
She was as delicate as a Lily,
And innocent as a child,
She'd follow her heart to the ends of the earth
If a gentleman was beguiled
And when she returned to me,
My child was already 10,
she had three others on her back,
Each one from a different friend
Oh, Polly Ann
I can't deny my pain,
Each time you walk out that door again,
Oh Polly Ann,
Like heated honey in my hands,
Drips through my fingers into the sands
Oh Polly Ann,
Those who want to hold her down will not hold her again,
My polyamorous Polly Ann
My polyamorous Polly Ann
My polyamorous Polly Ann
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Athena
05:01
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Athena
by Enion Pelta-TIller
The thread of a life, spun short, spun long,
Is bound by the others in tension
Not only human life, spun short, spun long,
But the lives of everything that breathes vibration
A massive tapestry, weave in, weave out,
You and I and all of creation
Every strand of life, weave in, weave out,
Deeply entwined and embracing
Oh Athena, wisdom while you weave, please
Don’t leave me tangled up inside
Oh Athena, give me room to breathe
Please illuminate the shadows of the night
I can see her now, pull tight, repeat,
Her hands birthing a tale in steady rhythm
A few incandescent strands, pull tight, release
Giving heart to the art of her creation
A woman and a man, flow in, cry out
In the keeping of the ancient sacred rhythm
Dolphins singing starry dreams, flow in, cry out,
To the waiting arms of a dusky vision
Oh Athena, wisdom while you weave, please
Don’t leave me tangled up inside
Oh Athena, give me room to breathe
Please illuminate the shadows of the night
Centuries pass by, breathe in, breathe out
And the stories that she weaves, they just get richer
Til finally she sees, breathe in, release
That all the tales that she’s told are strung together
Love and death are sure release, let go, be free
But they still have a place in the weaving
Perfect rhythm, light shines through, let go, be free
And you’ll see the single thread that is cleaving
Oh Athena, wisdom while you weave, please
Don’t leave me tangled up inside
Oh Athena, give me room to breathe
Please illuminate the shadows of the night
Oh Athena, wisdom while you weave, please
Don’t leave me tangled up inside
Oh Athena, give me room to breathe
Shine a light on what I cannot see
Oh Athena, wisdom while you weave, please
Don’t leave me tangled up inside
Oh Athena, give me room to breathe
Please illuminate the shadows…
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What My Darlin' Says
04:07
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I Could Really Use You Now
by David Tiller
You say you have friends that never look
Out the corners of their cozy nook
Drowned fly coffee and a fuzzy book to adorn them
Broken flowers in the midnight sun
Sneaking out or on the run
You never told me that you wanted one to use you
And you say if you want me
You could use me, you could use me any which way you see
If you want me you could use me please use me
Because I could really use you now
You know your story is in the news
The one politicians like to use
To color up their death-like hues but you don't mind
You use the light shine as bright
as a squirming silverfish his plight
To get released into the night and take on a few of your own
And you say if you want me
You could use me, you could use me any which way you see
If you want me you could use me please use me
Because I could really use you now
In returns Madame Bovary
Laying down clockwise for a cup of tea
She knows I can't wait to see her flower
That she brought me back from a trip to Spain
She's good to me and I can't complain
and that's all that ever really matters
And she says if you want me
You could use me you could use me any which way you see
If you want me you could use me please use me
Because I could really use you now
If you want me
You could use me you could use me any which way you see
If you want me you could use me please use me
Because I could really use you now
I could really use you now
I could really use you now
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Don't Go
05:27
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Don’t Go
by Enion Pelta-TIller
Don’t go looking for prophecy
It will all unfold as it should be
Don’t go listening to sacrifice
The fuller the frill the finer the lace
It is written in the stars to be read
Not in the cards but in your head
Not on your hands but in your heart
Each cell and sun's a work of art
Each cell and sun's a work of art
I wasn’t looking for what I found
So I buried it beneath the cold cold ground
A seed that’s planted will want to grow
I hope it waits beyond the snow
It is written in the stars to be read
Not in the cards but in your head
Not on your hands but in your heart
Each cell and sun's a work of art
Each cell and sun's a work of art
we share a dance we share a dream
A love a lust a sigh a scream
A tear a child a world a sky
Our hands a song and you and I
The world is fertile full and free
I plant these seeds for life not me
We’ll taste the fruit and dream strange dreams
And come awake the stars to see
It is written in the stars to be read
Not in the cards but in your head
Not on your hands but in your heart
Each cell and sun's a work of art
Each cell and sun's a work of art
Each cell and sun's a work of art
Each cell and sun's a work of art
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Retreat
03:55
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Sun And Rain
03:45
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Sun and Rain
by David Tiller
As summer falls away from the season
and your endings are endlessly getting nearer
As desire burns and sweetens into treason
And ties our hands and cries to persevere.
Because you may never never know
When love can stand up stronger
Don't try so hard and I won't get harder
Be the mothers sons and daughters to bring us back to soil
Where the sun and rain it can fall
We’ve played the game and hid it from the evenings
Adrenaline rush as we take flight
Let's cut the sails and glide down into safer harbor
And lay our selves down upon this gentle night
You bare the scars hidden upon your body
Like something sweet that's fallen from a tree
You've risen up from hat fallen folly
And mended your wounded knees
As summer falls away from the season
And our skins fade back to white
Don't let the autumn leaves leave without reasons
To turn us back to soil from the light
Because you may never never know
When love can stand up stronger
Don't try so hard and I won't get harder
Be the mothers sons and daughters to bring us back to soil
Where the sun and rain it can fall
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Fading Mystery
04:21
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Fading Mystery
by Enion Pelta-TIller
You’re a fading mystery
In my history like the bones in the earth
And I wonder what’s the meaning, what’s the worth
To you now
Remember walking through the redwood trees
The light in your eyes set fire to the breeze
Oh I was captured and never released
Til you were gone
And you, you were ill at ease
In a world where passion’s a slow death
Sometimes I think I can sense your breath
On the wind
Remember we devoured city lights
Starved for love and finding darkness in the bright
Wish I’d had a little more sense of right
For you
And you, now unknown as the night
Do you burn in the brightness of the stars
Will I find you if I look that far
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Taarka Lyons, Colorado
Described by SF Weekly as a “collision of Django Reinhardt and David Grisman,” Taarka is the new acoustic “supergroup” (Flagstaff Live) “presenting masterfully deep americana and gypsyjazz string band music!” Taarka is led by the husband-and-wife team of David Pelta-Tiller (mandolin, tenor guitar, vocals) and Enion Pelta-Tiller (five-string violin, vocals). ... more
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