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Women
04:52
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Walking home at night I see
the worried feet that wore this path before me
A beaten path we’ve beaten down
A moonlit glare, an almost silent sound
I call upon the sky to try and
see what lies ahead, to deliver to my bed
My shaking body and its dread
They tell us Women, women unite
They tell us Women, reclaim the night
They tell us women, put up a fight
I turn around, I see you there
Your vacant eyes behind a steady stare
Are you the last that I will see
Am I another number soon to be
I summon up a part of me
That no one usually sees
To give my body what it needs
To stop the buckle of my knees
And wrap my fist around my keys
They tell us Women, women unite
They tell us Women, reclaim the night
They tell us women, Don’t let down your hair
They tell us women, Change what you wear
Oh messaged received
She is to blame
She’s never believed
She lives with the shame
And as they forget every name they still tell us
women, Women unite
Women reclaim the night
But who tells the guilty, to stop what they do
And who tells the silent, their words matter too
Who tells the dismissive, that this is assault
And who tells the victim, this isn’t your fault
No they tell us women, women unite
And they tell us women, reclaim the night
It isn’t the women, who started this fight
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Mother
03:16
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Someday, If I create somebody new
I hope I give them everything they need me to
I’ll think of you, and all you gave me too
Mother
If you could see me now
I hope you’d like what you could see
And mother
I’d like to tell you how
I miss the way things used to be
Who knows where the time goes anymore
One minute you’re a child, the next you’re grown old
You still feel young, like everyone
Mother
If I could see you now
I’d ask you more about your life
And mother
If I had the chance
I’d take back every little fight
I’d tell you maybe you were right
I’d hold you close
I’d hold you close I’d hold you tight
But I know, at least I think I know
I needed to grow apart from you
and all the told you sos,
and all the don’t you knows
but didn’t you suppose
I’d find my own way through
Oh mother
well you told me so
but you can’t tell me anymore
and mother
I wish that you could know
now there’s nothing I miss more
and there’s no one I miss more
no one I miss more
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Maiden, Mother, Crone
03:36
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First comes the maiden
A bed that she’s laid in
She’s told she is young and free
A maiden she’s called
If she doesn’t do what she’s told
Then a maiden no more she'd be
And the Earth moves on
The Earth moves on
Then there’s the mother
Who lives for another
And gives everyone herself
When she is done
Bore a daughter, a son
She is put away on a dusty shelf
And the Earth moves on
The Earth moves on
And the sun shines on you
In the early dawn of your life
But the sun leaves a shadow too
And the Earth moves on, the Earth moves on
Third is the crone
Who is always alone
Cause she’s feared for the power she holds
Wiser and kinder
The crone’s a reminder
That one day we too will grow old
And the Earth moves on
The Earth moves on
And the moon shines on you
In the final phase of your life
It waxes and wanes 'til it’s new
And the Earth moves on, the Earth moves on
The maiden the mother the crone
The cycles begin, and you’re shedding your skin
You can’t be what you’ve been anymore
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She sang about the war
And the way things used to be
Have you heard Buffy Sainte-Marie?
More than just a songbird
And now she’s flying free
Have you heard Eva Cassidy?
And oh can you hear
The spirit of the singers living here?
can you hear?
The echoes of their music ringing clear
oh can you hear?
She skated ‘cross the blue
Past trees of little green
Have you heard Joni Mitchell sing?
A tapestry of seasons
A Laurel Canyon Spring
Have you heard the songs of Carole King?
And oh can you hear
The spirit of the singers living here?
can you hear?
The echoes of their music ringing clear
oh can you hear?
And Linda Perry wrote
another revolution song
And we still ask ‘What’s going on?’
And we say ‘Hey ye ye ye ye ye’
And oh can you hear
The spirit of the singers living here?
can you hear?
The echoes of their music ringing clear
oh can you hear?
And now there’s just my mother
To thank for all you see
Cos the fruit don’t fall far from the tree
And her voice will always echo through me
And oh can you hear
The spirit of the singers living here?
can you hear?
The echoes of their music ringing clear
oh we can hear
If we sing their songs they’ll never disappear
Oh can you hear?
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Daisy Chute London, UK
Daisy Chute is a folk-americana songstress & banjo-wielding multi-instrumentalist. Daisy’s musical roots are born out of her transatlantic Scottish/American heritage & she has been compared to artists like Joni Mitchell, Simon&Garfunkel & Eva Cassidy. Daisy writes award-winning intelligent songs with stories, and performs them with spine-tingling vocals, rich harmonies & intricate instrumentation. ... more
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