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Genre: Music
Date of upload: Nov 26, 2009 ^^
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I was walking home in Edinburgh to that song one night, after a late library session in the middle of the winter. Snow was falling and the streets were eerily empty so it just fit perfectly. Just as I was about to arrive I met a fox under these old pedestrian lights, its footprints imprinted in the snow, watching me. I remember staying there a while, thinking how peaceful this was. Perfect song, perfect moment.
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Now as a grown man, I'm finally becoming able to go back, way back through the time, to the place, and find, hug, comfort and talk to the child I once was, and who is sitting there alone, frightened, hurt and misunderstood. That kid I used to be and - that I still am. To tell him that it's not his fault and that everything'll be ok.
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This song brought me to tears. I know there are so many people in this world that are living in pain. I know that Iâm not the only one that feels the same. I just want to say if you are reading this be strong and love yourself. When we do that thatâs the greatest treasure. Namaste my fellow humans
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I used to love sneaking out of my boarding school and wandering the empty streets, the woods and heaths at night. It was an escape from painful, unhappy, stressful captivity into a quiet and mysterious world, simultaneously peaceful and thrilling. Under snow, the mundane was transformed into the magical - all the more so because in southern England it's so rare and so ephemeral. This music captures the essence of those memories so well.
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Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up North
Where do people like us float
There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
For forever, I'll be here
Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm
Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
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We need to tend to the wounded, as the human soul is at odds with itself, and suffering. We ignore the tired, drug-addicted, homeless suffering on the streets. That is not a problem that will heal itself, but requires action, in inspiration from our artists who have become god-like in their castles and disconnected from their people. Say nothing of our leaders, because they are even worse. What do we do? I start with myself, and devote myself to first trying to heal the core of my beautiful city, Seattle. I start in 3 days working downtown on the streets of every alley I know all too well. I do it for love of humanity, and for whatever good may remain within us. Great Song.
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@bobkro1
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Iâm 72years old and still find it one of my favorite songs ever. It is gorgeous and a pleasure to listen late at night with the lights off.
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