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Lost Coast Part 1
03:22
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And I’m lulled in
By the sound of low, weeping waves.
They tumble on and on
Forever howling memories.
And I want to reach out
And join with invisible hands
As I lay and dream,
And tune time’s turning.
I listen a while as the waves conversate;
The sun, the moon, the hollow wood
Weave lost words
And commemorate.
Each wandering mist that dampens old meadows,
Murmuring winds that carry every breath,
I’m in your debt
Just one small strand in the web.
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Lost Coast Part 2
03:42
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The stillness in fog-quiet cliffs
In layers of song and dream
Crystal skies entangle me
Breathe in clear night
Sunrise-stream and stone weave
With the mountain’s memory
Listening
In layers of song and dream
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Unbroken
04:16
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Battered leaves all fallen from wind and rain,
Redwood and Doug Fir pines.
Echoes from days left behind
The flood comes to recreate.
In sunrise air
With vision bears in mind and heart,
With hope to find a place to dream another day, away
From word wars, suspicious limiting
Of animals we would become.
Neglected shadows stir unseen
Return to lost sacred things
That soar in memory
In motions on the morning breath.
You are that ocean tide of diamond
Clean and clear.
Hold on, just let it be
This whole world in me
All life is poetry
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Passing Bliss
01:45
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Lost Sacred Things
08:05
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Lost inside of time and thought, where only I can see, and be nothing.
The multitudes, the daily news, compete to own my mind and the powers of time.
But I am the finest grain swirling beneath the sea,
Free and wide as sky’s winged infinity.
Moving from center, spider web dance, vision, thought, a chance
To bring forth from aching, still deep, treasure for all to see and be.
I listen to silent thoughts before sleep.
We are the light of the whispering world of dreams.
Standing still with your starlight face
A moment arrives in a moment missed,
While I sit in awe of some passing bliss
And wonder just what this whole world is.
To simply walk with the song of things.
A healing dance through old story.
When what’s lost is relationship
To all in breath, balance, and harmony.
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Aaron Laughlin Arcata, California
Aaron Laughlin is an American songwriter and producer who sets his misty melodies to adventurous tapestries of sound, thoughtfully creating an ambient mix of experimental, layered folk, perfect for walking amidst the majestic Redwoods of Humboldt, California, his home. ... more
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