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How Do We Call This Home
04:07
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After all of that
After cardamom and crushed tomatoes
We drew like children on your kitchen tile
You taught me how to paint your skin
Yellow, blue, alizarin
Sometimes I'd make you crack a smile
After years of that
When they flew you back across the mountains
You just a painter helping Yankee soldiers
With fourteen vaccines in your arms
So your home would do no harm
I still see them in your shoulders
Do you call this home
A city with no seasons
Do you call it home
As my country for no reason
Clutches yours with endless wars
How do we call this home
After hearing that
This place unfolded into something sweeter
Deserts blossomed into words of Rumi
An inconvenient place to be
Between Russia and the sea
You told to me the history
I can't call this home
A city with no seasons
I can't call it home
As my country for no reason
Clutches yours with endless wars
How do you call this home
A city with no seasons
I can't call it home
As my country for no reason
Clutches yours with senseless wars
How we call this home
All those years
An empty place to me
All those columns
I never had to read
Lay me down
My belly to my feet
Oh your red rug felt like home
I want a place like home
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Rice Song
04:22
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For all the untold stories of migrants in China, and the land they left.
Bright blinking, blinding light
I once had sky above my eyes
Waving laundry
Wide open centuries
Collapsing into cities
Tall and dusty
Street sweeper whistle part of the rice song
So my grandmother can fall asleep
Street sweeper whistle part of the rice song
So my grandmother can fall asleep
It's only concrete now
Moved from the old world to the new
From the country
They're changing China now
I wonder how I'll even breathe
In this city
Street sweeper whistle part of the rice song
So my grandmother can fall asleep
Street sweeper whistle part of the rice song
So my grandmother can fall asleep
I once grew that, with my hands
I once grew that
I once sang that, with my mouth
I once sang that
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Anymore
03:47
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For my sister.
I don't even know her anymore
I played in the clothes that she once wore
I used to keep my things beside her drawer
Now I don't even know her anymore
I don't ever see her anymore
I heard her walk away through the screen door
Knelt over solitaire on the second floor
Now I don't even see her anymore
And we share a name
We share my mother's hands
She would probably say I ran
To California
I don't ever see you anymore
I don't ever see you anymore
I don't ever see you anymore
I don't ever see you anymore
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Melanie Ida Chopko Asheville, North Carolina
Songwriter Melanie Ida Chopko writes “little jewels,” exploring our relationship to the natural world and to one another. Her songs are as interested in the world around her as the one within herself, lush in melody, lyric and arrangement. If Joni Mitchell, Sufjan Stevens, and Ben Folds were neighbors and made music on Sundays, it might sound like this. ... more
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