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Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and headed to the barn

1) Buckets of Rain, The Wood Brothers 3:26
2) Bucket, Greg Brown 5:15

The White Horse by D. H. Lawrence
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
They are so silent, they are in another world.

3) Ease Back, Amos Lee 4:33
4) Molly and Tenbrooks, Tony Furtado and Kelly Joe Phelps 4:38

Hay for the Horses by Gary Snyder
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean
To splintery redwood rafters
High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa
Whirling through shingle-cracks of light,
Itch of haydust in the
sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak
Out in the hot corral,
---The old mare nosing lunchpails,
Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds---
"I'm sixty-eight" he said,
"I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and perpetuating the myth

1) Magic Carpet Ride, Steppenwolf 4:28
2) Burn The Honeysuckle, The Gourds 3:35
3) She Talks To Angels, The Black Crowes 5:31
Gretel in Darkness
Louise Gluck
This is the world we wanted.
All who would have seen us dead
are dead. I hear the witch’s cry
break in the moonlight through a sheet
of sugar: God rewards.
Her tongue shrivels into gas. . . .

Now, far from women’s arms
and memory of women, in our father’s hut
we sleep, are never hungry.
Why do I not forget?
My father bars the door, bars harm
from this house, and it is years.

No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
summer afternoons you look at me as though
you meant to leave,
as though it never happened.
But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
the spires of that gleaming kiln—

Nights I turn to you to hold me
but you are not there.
Am I alone? Spies
hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
we are there still and it is real, real,
that black forest and the fire in earnest.

4) Song of the Wandering Angeus, Caroline Herring 3:32

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and wilting

1) Little Fire, Patti Griffin (feat. Emmylou Harris) 4:07
2) Sleepin’ Is All I Want To Do, The Duhks 3:45
3) I am Weary, The Cox Family 3:14

Those Winter Sundays
by Robert E. Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

4) Ease Back, Amos Lee 4:33
5) Who Carried You, Malcom Holcomb 3:32

Niobe of the Painting
After Maurice-Denis’s La petite fille a la robe rouge
By Kate Daniels

The girl in the red dress
is coming apart. Nothing
is holding her together
but imagination.
She’s hurrying, but it’s too late.
The gun has just gone off,

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and asking

1) Give a Little Bit, The Goo Goo Dolls 3:36
2) Movin’ On Down The Line, The Black Crowes 5:43
3) Give It Up, Bonnie Raitt 7:00

To Rich Givers. by Walt Whitman
WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money—these, as I rendezvous with my
poems;
A traveler’s lodging and breakfast as I journey through The States—Why should I
be
ashamed to own such gifts? Why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman;
For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of the universe.

4) Give You My Lovin, Mazzy Star 3:50
5) If I Had The World To Give, The Grateful Dead 4:53

Poem by Gina Covina

6) Give It Away, Red Hot Chili Peppers 4:44
7) Get By With A Little Help From My Friends, John Lennon :39
8) Diamonds On The Inside, Ben Harper, 4:27

Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

This Is About You

So I know you’re writing lots of checks these days … everywhere you turn you’re being asked to contribute to important causes … well, I’ve got another one for you.
Free speech is the bedrock of our freedoms in this country and key to that freedom is that the peoples’ voices can be heard … not the voice of corporations or monopolies, not the voice of whoever is in charge, but the voice of the people.

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and broken hearted

1) How Can You Mend A Broken Heart, The Bee Gees 3:58
2) Every Time You Say Goodbye, Allison Krauss 3:05
3) Goodbye, Steve Earle, 4:57

The Dog Has Run Off Again by Mary Oliver
and I should start shouting his name
and clapping my hands,
but it has been raining all night
and the narrow creek has risen
is a tawny turbulence is rushing along
over the mossy stones
is surging forward
with a sweet loopy music
and therefore I don't want to entangle it
with my own voice
calling summoning
my little dog to hurry back
look the sunlight and shadows are chasing each other
listen how the wind swirls & leaps & dives up & down
who am I to summon his hard and happy body
his four white feet that love to wheel and pedal
through the dark leaves

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and headed to the barn

1) Buckets of Rain, The Wood Brothers 3:26
2) Bucket, Greg Brown 5:15

The White Horse by D. H. Lawrence
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
They are so silent, they are in another world.

3) Ease Back, Amos Lee 4:33
4) Molly and Tenbrooks, Tony Furtado and Kelly Joe Phelps 4:38

Hay for the Horses by Gary Snyder
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean
To splintery redwood rafters
High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa
Whirling through shingle-cracks of light,
Itch of haydust in the
sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak
Out in the hot corral,
---The old mare nosing lunchpails,
Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds---
"I'm sixty-eight" he said,
"I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and staying put

1) Stay, Allison Krauss and Union Station 3:16

An excerpt from Barbara Kingsolver’s “High Tide In Tucson”

2) Little Fire, Patty Griffin with Emmylou Harris 4:07
3) Southside of Heaven, Ryan Bingham 6:23

What comes to Us by Luke Breit
After dinner, after baseball
and beer, after heat, we walk
back of the old house, here
on top of the mountain, and shrink.
A thousand feet below,
Between small lives
and our spinning globe,
a glacier of fog has thundered
silently in from the edge of space
and buried the world. The sun
floats gently down to this
motionless sea, and begins to drown.
It lends each wisp of cloud a color
to hurl at us, daring our eyes
to remember it. None do.
Instead, we retreat into caves of voice,
throwing them up loud and fast
as shelters against so much awe.
I move off, down the trail, to sit
alone and wait until the earth
has shrunk to a size
I can hold in my mind.
When it does, I’m by myself in night
Suddenly lonely for my kind of animal,
I move back to the house
where the chatter, like evening,

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and twisted

1) Twisted, The Wood Brothers 4:09

Manzanita by Gary Snyder

Before dawn the coyotes
weave medicine songs
dream nets -- spirit baskets --
milky way music
they cook young girls with
to be woman;
or the whirling dance of
striped boys --

At moon-set the pines are gold-purple
Just before sunrise.

The dog hastens into the undergrowth
Comes back panting
Huge, on the small dry flowers.

A woodpecker
Drums and echoes
Across the still meadow

One man draws, and releases an arrow
Humming, flat,
Misses a gray stump, and splitting
A smooth red twisty manzanita bough.

Manzanita the tips in fruit,
Clusters of hard green berries
The longer you look
The bigger they seem,

`little apples'

2) Little Plastic Castle, Ani DeFranco 4:03
3) The Piano Has Been Drinking, Dan Hicks 3:30

Barbie, Her Identity as an Extraterrestrial Finally
Suspected, Bravely Battles the Interrogation of
the Pentagon Task Force Who's Captured Her
By Denise Duhamel

Don't bother looking for my belly button, boys--

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and settling into a peaceful state of mind

1) Sitting on the Dock of the Bay, Otis Redding 2:41
2) California Dreaming, The Mamas and The Papas, 2:40

A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked
down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon
fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at
night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
--and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking
among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?
What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you,
and followed in my imagination by the store detective.