There’s a load I was born to carry
Yea, I was born to town this line
Until I take that lonesome ferry
You’ll find me holding this piece of mine

On this road, this road less travelled
A constant stranger and fool am I
Under my feet, just dust and gravel
Over my shoulder this piece of mine

My true love, she smelled of cotton
Her skin of honey, her lips of wine
Empty words are ne’er forgotten
And empty pleasures kill more than time

For seven long years she would not marry
For seven years she was not kind
Her youthful breath my hands did bury
Her heart for no one if not for mine

If these long years could pass more gently
If true love were truly blind
Cold hard eyes could ne’er resent me
And leave me holding this piece of mine.

Piece of mine, lord, piece of mine
Yea, I’ll be holding this piece of mine


rare bird rare bird come as you are
don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, rare bird land where you will
but don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, so rare you make us believe
we become fearful and we make you bleed
rare bird, rare bird
fly as you might
and don’t you pay us no mind

rare bird, oh rare bird sing all your songs
and don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, sweet rare bird you’re where you belong
so don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, it’s you born to the sky
you turn us toward hope, we turn and hide so
rare bird, rare bird
fly as you might
and don’t you pay us no mind

rare bird, rare bird i wish i were you
but don’t you pay me no mind
rare bird, oh rare bird
i’m icarus too but don’t you pay me no mind
rare bird, my sweet i soar and i burn
i hunt, i scavenge, hunger and yearn
rare bird, oh rare bird
fly as you might
and don’t you pay me no mind

rare bird, rare bird alone in the sun
don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, rare bird belong to but one
and don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird don’t tell us you’re lonely up there
that your wings become weary we’ve our own cross to bear
rare bird, rare bird
fly as you might
and don’t you pay us no mind

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Pretty ebony, take me where I want to be.

I am sitting with the ivory
Hoping sound will soothe all my rough places plain.
Will I wait for the tsunami?
Does it take disaster to show me my way?

I am looking at the starlight.
Or am I really gazing at the space between?
All the emptiness that binds us
Hidden in a tiny strand of everything.

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