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You Are All Of These

by Deborah Levoy

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1.
Maria 04:28
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I'm a busy girl cuz I've got lots of friends. I meet them on the corner and they take me for rides. Windows rolled down, a shiny breeze, one hand on the wheel, the other hand on my knee, and they say, Maria you are special, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, Maria you are beautiful tonight. They kept me back in 3rd grade, they talked to my ma. They told her I was too slow, that I would not get far. Special's what they called me and they put me in a special room with lots of funny kids and the teacher kept me late in the afternoon and he said, Maria you are special... My daddy was a salesman but he never went to work, he'd sit in front of the tv when I'd get home from school, and he'd say, Maria bring the bottle and I'll share half with you and I won't tell your ma, if you do what I say to do, and he'd say Maria you are special... Last night I dreamed that the streets became the ocean and I was drowning in a sea of cars. I reached out my hands as high as they would go and I pulled myself up to a sky so calm. This morning I woke up to flooded streets. I opened my window to let in the breeze. I was looking down at the pavement and looking up at the sky, leaning out my window, wondering if I could fly, and I said Maria you are special...
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You Are All Of These 04:31
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If you were a dance floor of golden wood on a late, late night, in an empty room, I would take off both my shoes and slide and glide down the length of you, and I would fly If you were an ancient quilt, the color of rose, I'd wrap you 'round me and lay down in your folds and close my eyes and feel your warmth everywhere. And I would dream. You are all, you are all, you are all of these to me. I never thought I’d find a love so sweet. You are all of these, to me If you were an oak tree, so old and strong, I would climb up in your limbs so long, and I would play a simple song while you cradled me. And I would sing If you were warm waters of see through green, I would dive down to your deepest reefs, and find those treasures buried underneath, and they would shine for me. And I would shine. You are all, you are all, you are all of these to me. I never thought I’d find a love so sweet. You are all of these, to me.
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Unmarked Road 04:07
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Three more miles and we’ll be there but my gas gauge reads on empty. Fumes in the tank makes our car spit it’s looking slim from here. Somebody turned the street signs around I think we’re driving in circles. There’s bullet holes through every sign to welcome us to this town. Hey ho, three more miles, hey ho, might as well be three thousand. Hey ho, where do you go when you’re driving an unmarked road? The houses have all turned to trees and the tar has turned to gravel, and the gravel is paved with muddy holes and I’m hitting every one. You’ve been staring at that map but it just won’t talk back and we’ve driven beyond the lines and the arrows that get us from here to there. Hey ho, three more miles, hey ho, might as well be three thousand. Hey ho, where do you go when you’re driving an unmarked road? We were warned but we didn’t know just what they meant when they said it could get hard and slow. Do you see those clouds moving in low and the wind’s picked up to a steady moan. I think i’ll turn the headlights on cuz it’s getting dark and cold. A flash of lightning to the east then the rain slams our windshield hard and mean. The brakes won’t grip the wipers just groan, I think it’s time to bail. Hey ho, three more miles, hey ho, might as well be three thousand. Hey ho, where do you go when you’re driving an unmarked road?
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Flower In The Desert 04:08
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A flower in the desert blooms anyway. No one there to see it, no one there to say, "it's so purple in the morning it reminds me of our love.” It's not waiting, it's wide open, it holds itself up. And I go looking for answers for our love, and the more I complicate it all, the more I lose track of a cool breeze on the ocean keeps moving anyway. No one there to feel it, no one there to say, "it's so chilly, come hold me, only you can keep me warm.” It's not searching, it's completely whole. And I go looking for answers for our love, and the more I complicate it all, the more I lose track of a snowfall on the mountains gathers in the trees. The limbs bend, the ice shines and no one's there to see. It's so quiet, it's so blinding, come make an angel with me. It's not trying, it's just falling from up above. So when I go looking for answers for our love, please remind me that all I need is to think of a flower in the desert blooms anyway. We can't see it, but it's real as our love is today.
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How's The Weather 04:57
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Dear James, no matter where you are, when I write you I put sun in the envelope. Tonight, if you were here with me, we'd drink red wine and cups of tea. The fog came all the way to Market Street tonight. Like god was pulling out all her special effects, in some last ditch effort at making this street holy again. And the hooker on the corner's having a busy night anyway, so tell me how's the weather over there, how's the weather over there, how's the weather? Dear Lee, I opened your letter, like an orange bursting on my skin. The peel got stuck under my nails and for hours I could smell California sun. But it's raining out and I've had no customers for hours. So I took the dog for a drive and we backed into a pole. I don't know how long I can survive with no heater in my cab driving through this London cold, without you how's the weather over there, how's the weather over there, how's the weather? Dear James, it's so quiet tonight, the house just creaks and shifts in the wind. The wood in these walls must be yearning to be trees again. I thought I'd be glad when the school year ended but all of a sudden there's too much space. I'm thinking of painting my bedroom bright yellow & green, I wish you were here to help me clean up the mess, so tell me how's the weather over there, how's the weather over there, how's the weather? Dear Lee, I got your letter but it's soaked & blurry from the rain. The pages are all stuck together but I can make out some details just the same. I'm troubled by your choice of yellow & green I know you're prone to sudden extremes. I need to save you from yourself. I'll be arriving with the papers a week from today, don't do anything. How's the weather over there, how's the weather over there, how's the weather?
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Little Black Ribbons 04:17
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Little black ribbons hanging against a black cloth. Each with a name and an age, all from the city of Warsaw. They flutter in the breeze like children, hung from trees, their weight not enough to still them. I close my eyes to stop my hands and legs from trembling. Cuz people might stare at a grown woman crying in the middle of a plaza, in the middle of the day, Yom Ha Shoah, remember. The black cloth moves over me, it's folds cover my head. Pressed by 6 million voices murmuring in prayer. From lungs and hearts and fists made black and disappeared, remembered as little ribbons, listen, listen Little black ribbons, little black ribbons, remember.
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Drops Of Blue 05:54
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What in the world were they thinking when they sentenced you to forever? Do they run like a clock on a spring, cold metal, unwinding? You were just saying goodnight, your lips on his, warm and near. Beneath the blue moonlight a shattering, the moon scattering. Now there's drops of blue falling on you. Sidewalks full of splashes from the sky. And sometimes I am more than surprised at how dry are the eyes of the world. What in the world were they seeing? A man with a man, his hand in your hand. Did they try to replace your heart with stone, your eyes with glass, your heat with cold? They didn't know about you, how you paint with a brush, brushing a touch. When you finish a painting you smile and cry, at the same time, how blue your eyes. Now there's drops of blue falling on you. Sidewalks full of splashes of your life. And sometimes I am more than surprised at how dry are the eyes of the world. Tonight I hold your canva,s the fresh paint drifting through your room. A portrait of your lover, unfinished, beside your bed. You are not alone cuz I am here holding you. I see the portrait done, and I smile and cry all at once. Now there's drops of blue, falling on you. Sidewalks full of splashes of my tears. And sometimes I am more than surprised at how dry are the eyes of the world the eyes of the world.
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What Do I Know 03:15
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In the house that I clean they've already turned all their calendars to March. Someone knew it was time to move on. They knew that one month was over and the next one had begun. But what do I know, what do I know? My name is written on the first and third Monday of every month. That's all they know about me. They know that every other week their house will be clean. But what do I know, what do I know? Today I got stuck in February, my calendar skipping on the twenty eighth. My head flies back to a summer one year ago, when I was holding you in love and you were moving with me, but somehow I got stuck and you got free In the house that I clean there is a place to put everything away. They know that behind one door there are coats and shoes. In one closet they'll find mops and brooms. But what do I know, what do I know? my own apartment has no closets or doors, and the ground keeps shaking underneath. All my memories are scattered on the floor, of when I was holding you in love, and you were moving with me, but somehow I got stuck and you got free. In the house that I clean, I'm down on my hands and knees scrubbing a prayer through the floor. Once I knew when it was time to go on, I knew when one month was over and the next one had begun. Now what do I know, what do I know?
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If I Could Fix Things 03:47
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If I could fix things, and you were winter and heat was as easy as lighting a match, during any old blizzard I would crumple our past and set it on fire and bring our flame back. But as we know it just snows and snows and we can't find the holes where the wind rips through our souls. If I could believe in anything half believable, I would try to imagine you and I with a garden and children and all of your paintings and my room would be just to myself. But where we stand there are no plans for any such things, it's just my imagination trying to fix things again. Counting up or counting down, I didn't count on you and I ending up, you and I ending, you and I ending up here. I believe in nothing, I just like to fix broken things, but appliances don't make such good friends as you do. If I could just believe in God, maybe I could hook up, with someone who can fix love the way I can't do. Oh but I see no heavenly signs, no instructions divine, just two tired hearts with no rest in sight.
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Coming And Going 02:31
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Sometimes I feel like I could get lost in the coming and the going and disappear from the lives of all I've known. It seems so easy, if you just keep busy, you can bustle right into a different world. Getting lost in the coming and the going. Getting lost in the coming and the going. No one knows me here I feel so far away. Alone, no need to share, it's nice to live this way. I have no attachments, no complications, I'm free to move on with no implications. Getting lost in the coming and the going. Getting lost in the coming and the going. Alone I have time for the things I like to do. I write, I sing, I think and no one intrudes. The quiet runs inside me, softening my body, filling in the gaps and the holes. Getting lost in the coming and the going. Getting lost in the coming and the going.
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Just Let Go 03:55
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Over the river and through the woods, to your house you go. I used to live there, I'd drive there too, through the sleet and snow. Until you said, you said, you said, no. Under the sheets and over the silence, you told me the truth, that you'd walked out a long time ago, but you never bothered to move. And you said, you said, you said, I should go. After the fighting and before the truce, I used to drive slow down your road, just to look for someone new, a pretty face in your window. But she said, she said, she said, go home. So inside my mind and on an outside chance, I tried to will you from my mind. I thought I saw you rising up, then you got tangled in a power line, and I said, I said, I said, just let go.

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This album was recorded by Tom Carr at the Music Annex in Menlo Park. When we started recording You Are All of These, I wanted to capture the immediacy of each song. So rather than record each track (guitar and vocals) separately, we recorded “live in the studio.” I played each song as I’d perform them: full takes of both guitar and vocals recorded at the same time. Then we chose our favorite takes of each song for the album.

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released January 1, 2003

Lyrics:
Little Black Ribbons by Richard Nevle and Deborah Levoy
How's The Weather by Karen Wiederholt and Deborah Levoy

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Deborah Levoy San Jose, California

Deborah Levoy's music has been described as fierce and fearless, dreamy, lush, and plaintive all at once.

After taking time off to raise a family, Levoy is back in the studio recording her 4th album. Inspired by her love of wild places and her work as a climate activist with 350 Silicon Valley, she has turned to new territory to explore our relationship with nature. ... more

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