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Distant Thunder
03:11
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Colder winds they drift down from the north
Makes the moss upon the tree trunks quiver as they sway
In this island town, surrounded by the Puget Sound
As we walk through the forest in the morning rain
Whoa…
Whoa..
In the days before the trees were all cut down
We would walk beneath the branches in the falling rain
Travel through the morning mist, to a lighthouse seldom seen
Stoic as the mountains on a winter’s day
Waking in the night, to the sound of distant thunder
Echoes from the mountains to the sea
Mount Constitution rises high about the
Sullen waves and the turning tide and the trail we travel far and wide
Whoa…
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Winter Of The North
04:03
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Can you find your way back home with no one telling you which way to go
Lost in the forest, treetops shrouded in snow
A cold November evening telling me it’s bound to snow
But I’m fine for now as a shadow in the moonlit glow
Can you see the dark star, fade into light
Lonely eyes are gazing
See the one that shines on you tonight
As the spirit of the land awakens
Can you watch the tall trees, sway and bend with the wind
Can you follow the river, far beyond it’s end
Can you speak to the mountains, the wind, the earth and sky
In the winter of the north, where the birds no longer fly
Can you see the snowflakes fall down from the clouds
On a cold and dreary day
See the moon on the edge of the western sky
As it slowly fades away
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The Chrome Popsicle
03:27
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Patterns shimmer as I swim through the clouds in the sky
A yellow lantern glows in the driveway where I park my ’51 Chev tonight
Through the autumn evening clouds, the northern lights soon will appear
Timothy Leary lives right up the coast, half an hour’s drive from here
Gaze upon this crescent, all these visions do I see
Bioluminescence, in the spirits of the dreams
As she walks through the garden, a voice calls out to me
Back in the days when you crept through the haze, and the mountains spoke to me
Strange as it seems as reality creeps through the trees
Sky it turns grey or white I don’t care, I can only see the clouds in my mind
Farther below the rain, images fade into view
Laughing in the darkness I can only imagine, a part of this vision so true
You can ride the lonely ocean tonight
Floating like a sea bird in flight
Through the cosmic sea of green clouds and light
You can ride the lonely ocean tonight
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Fortune Teller
04:24
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High on a mountain, empty as a ghost town in the rain
See the wisdom of the elders, slowly washed away
Carved in the branches of the trees, lies the legend of the mountains
Long ago she told me
Sit and start cross the poppy fields
At the sky which is slowly turning gray
Do beware of the crops that we yield
Because they might just as soon go away
Fortune teller in a black silk dress
Stays in the township for the night
Children hoping for her best
Wishes before she takes flight
Where have all the people gone to now
Stolen all the sailboats, left for other towns
Waved goodbye, to the mountains in a shroud
Of fog that surrounds us, with a burden weighing down
Sit and stare cross the meadows
At the tall grass longing for the wind
Flowing like the crest of a wave
Taking us there and back again
Long lost one of the mountain town
Walks through the garden in the rain
Wanders through the meadow dust
Telling stories of the sailors, set to sea long ago, stories that we may never know
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Mountain Lodge
03:49
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Mountain lodge in the distance, can I find the way
Mountain lodge in the distance, how long can I stay
How long must I wait, like a ghost on the shore
Saunter through the darkness, ‘till I can see no more
Sifting through the sands of time, as we ride beneath the sun
Long way from the oceanside, searching for the chosen one
Alone in the afterglow of the wake of the storm
Alone in the shadow of the tide
Mountain Lodge in the prairie, in the tall green grass
Mountain lodge by the seaside, how long will it last
How long will the legend travel through the generations
How far can I see through the dark
Shadow in the darkness, calling me back home
Lost in the ringing of the telephone
Searching for the answer, deep within the snow
But until tomorrow, we may never know
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The Owl Song
05:10
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An owl on a fence post, the moon is rising in the sky
This house stands like a fortress, a prison in my mind
Many years ago now, we would walk upon this hillside
Waiting for the sunset, listening to the tide
This house it ain’t home and I feel so alone, all these memories keep flooding my mind
The birds in the trees they have all long since flown, the spirit has been left behind
The cars they don’t run and I can’t see the sun, all the clouds form a shroud over me
Thought that I’d roam this land one again, but it ain’t what it used to be
All the windows are all broken, everything is falling down
The willow tree that we used to climb, has long since been cut to the ground
The books that I used to read, they’re all covered in dust
The classic car that I tried to restore, has long since been covered in rust
All the birds that used to sing to the morning, have all taken to the sky
The hard times they came without any warning, and we were just left here to sigh
They hit like a runaway train, and everything was forever changed
All the memories that I have embraced, it just ain’t the same
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Hall Of Mosses
01:30
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Beyond The Evening Sun
04:28
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We walked these frozen shores in 1967
With the promise that the afterglow would be alright
Deep within the shadows, I see someone at the water’s edge
Where are they going and who could they be
I followed you through the morning mist, beyond the evening sun
With the haze that gathers in my mind, you’re an outlaw
Traveling through the only land I know
Seeking truth in the rivers that honestly flow, unto the great unknown
We burned down the shack seven years ago
Headed for a new life in the hills
Leaving behind the past in a ’47 Pontiac
Skipping town before the thrill
Farther we may ride, through the desert sky at night
Silent as the mountains, like an owl in flight
With the grace of falling rain, and only you by my side
And the powers of the wind beckon me to ride
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The Waters Of Curiosity
09:12
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In an ancient redwood forest, sits an eagle in a tree
High above the waters, of curiosity
A legend stands before us, older than you and I
High above the ocean, the wind, the earth and sky
Ooooooh…
Ooooooh…
The people of the village, gathered far and wide
To witness the birth oof a legend taking to the sky
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Charles Wicklander Seattle, Washington
From Seattle Washington, multi-instrumentalist Charles Wicklander strives to combine psychedelic soundscapes with the wonders of the natural world around us.
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