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12-string guitar, cellos, mandolin, djembe, darbouka, afuche, tambourine, acoustic guitar, Hammond B-3 organ, triangle, hand claps, fold-out table, and voice
lyrics
Pure eyes, small feet on which to stand
Soft smile, warm cheeks, sugary hands
Taken, wasted all on a man
Father, drunkard, soul in the sand
Does he feel? What does he feel?
Is it real? Is the feeling real?
Can it heal? Can she be healed?
Will it peel? Will this layer peel?
Heartache justified, splashing through grief
Where will she find freedom, relief?
Inside, magnified, sanctuary
Climbs out, looks around, discovers peace
Does he feel? What does he feel?
Is it real? Is the feeling real?
Can it heal? Can she be healed?
Will it peel? Will this layer peel?
Well, the water's fine, jump on in
We'll swim like water birds, and then
Down deep we'll dive, light will bend
To reveal things that had once been hid
And any tears we may cry, never reach our chins
They just melt into where we swim
And we are revived, alive again
Build a light house, guide them travelers in
Welcome home, my Bonnie Mae
credits
from
Raucous,
released December 9, 2009
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