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Introduction: The Night
01:26
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Where the sea meets the ice tree branches tremble through the night.
Where the skates cut across the frozen pond, air bubbles press against the glass.
Where boots pound snowy sidewalks, orange street lamps illuminate the streets.
This haze above the city never sleeps, a love letter to the bold.
Where the sea meets the ice, travel down. From east to west the sun travels the sky, peeking down into the hidden valleys and orchards.
Hidden between the mountains children run barefoot through the grass, picking flowers for their crowns.
One boy with flowers in his hair sits in the grass humming softly to himself.
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2. |
Mes Racines
04:28
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Mon pays, Nord, au sol congelé
Dans mon coeur, Où j’ai commencé.
Dans les montagnes du Québec
La belle province, je me souviens.
Dans mes mains et sur mon dos,
Gravée dans ma peau,
Mon histoire, mon origine,
Mes racines.
Mains froides, j’essaie de jouer
Une souris verte, m’inspire a chanter
La forêt cache un papoose
Qui a dormit tout ça vie.
Dans mes mains et sur mon dos,
Gravée dans ma peau,
Mon histoire, mon origine,
Mes racines.
La ciel est gris les nuages, assemblé,
Derrière eux, le soleil s’est caché.
Les oiseaux silencieux, une nuit sans lune,
Rien ne bouge dans la forêt.
Quand le bleu revient, on danse encore,
J’ondule avec les frisson dans mon corps.
Le ciel s’éveille, vient l’aurore,
Doucement le soleil font le coeur du Nord.
In my hands and down my back,
All the pieces that I lack,
The story of my truth,
It’s in my roots.
Dans mes mains et sur mon dos,
Gravée dans ma peau,
Mon histoire, mon origine,
Mes racines.
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3. |
Blue Sky
04:07
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Take me on the blue sky bridge
Take me by the sunset ridge.
Take me somewhere in your dreams
Far from the new mainstream.
I’m not ready to go home yet,
Just a little farther down,
Get where the treetops shine golden,
Where the rivers run free,
In fields of satin.
Found between the river reeds
The secret which we all need.
After your last farewell
I learned to love myself.
On a journey to find home,
Set in my heart I won’t forget,
Where the treetops shine golden,
Where the rivers run free,
In fields of satin.
I can feel the strength in my
Something for the world to see.
Take me on the blue sky bridge
Take me by the sunset ridge.
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4. |
Interlude: Home
01:13
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(Indiscernible overlap of voices)
Home is where you feel safe and where you feel like you’re loved
Home is where the heart is and home is where it started
Home is my body
It’s not really a place, it’s like, cause I’ve never really had, like, a solid place to live
Home is a place that is inside of you, yourself when you feel you can love yourself and take care of other people that you love.
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5. |
Swirling Snow
04:05
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“Little Z” out to roam,
In his dreams all on his own.
Told the wildest story last night,
All alone he had to fight.
He was brave and a little afraid,
Looked the beast in his eyes his courage couldn’t fade.
The beast ran home tail between his legs,
I stopped the story and I said:
Little boy in the swirling snow,
Where will you go?
The wolves are out tonight.
Little steps in the swirling snow,
Where did you go?
The wolves are out,
Watch out they bite.
Up and down the tile hall,
Tireless steps echo off the wall.
I’ve been running since the day I was born,
Trying to reach out the front door.
“Don’t become a cautionary tale.”
“Shoot too high and you might fail.”
Every time I fall I get back on my feet,
Learning how to catch downbeats.
Little boy in the swirling snow,
Where will you go?
The wolves are out tonight.
Little steps in the swirling snow,
Where did you go?
The wolves are out,
Watch out they bite.
Dreamt in ecstasy,
Pulling from the fray,
Teeming in the night,
Spilling into day.
Follow close behind,
Make me fear a drought.
A dream from bud to bloom
Replacing all my doubt.
In the fertile earth
Life’s persistence grows.
From a nurtured chance
To a budding rose.
Reaching upward still,
Climbing to the sun.
Rays of gold and love
Could shine on everyone.
(Overlapping)
Everyone watch spring come.
Could shine on everyone.
In the fertile earth, she grew her love.
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6. |
Follow Me Home
02:52
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Summer burns out slow,
Taste its last breath before tomorrow.
The wind blows through your hair,
In the purple evening air.
The storm is coming in,
Lands a raindrop on my skin.
Cold hands stuffed in my pockets, but I’ll still let you in.
Let’s stumble home again.
Thunderclouds in the August sky,
You stand still and alone.
When you tire of the winds just take my hand,
And follow me home.
When the rain begins to fall,
Let it wash away it all.
Thunderclouds will bring,
The clarity of spring.
When lightning cracks the sky,
Hear your heartbeat’s lullaby.
Your fingers hold me strong,
Intertwined with mine.
Thunderclouds in the August sky,
You stand still and alone.
When you tire of the winds just take my hand,
And follow me home.
Follow me home x7
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7. |
Interlude: Courage
01:05
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Okay, if you want to break apart fail like that, but we fail all the time. Because fail is just dependent on what the goal is. If one of your constant goals is to learn something, you never fail.
Not all the time, it doesn’t have to be happy all the time. You know, ‘cause there’s a good, healthy dose of sadness. And distress and whatever the fuck, but, you know.
You have to summon your own courage. No one is going to give it to you. Once you’re scared, you have the opportunity to be brave, but not until you’re really afraid.
It has to stay in your heart.
It’s a voice inside you that calls out into the world.
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8. |
Herstory
03:42
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When it’s all been said and done
There’s a battle left unwon.
Takes a strong heart to find
All the voiceless left behind.
Look to the children dismissed that could be,
They sing of a future which they can foresee,
A promise to be free.
Heard, she wants to be heard.
So sing out, sing out my girl,
To take on the world.
Her truth will be spoken,
The silence broken.
She wants to be heard
When it’s time to take a stand
Will you hold out your hand?
Takes an army of us all,
Watch the glass ceiling fall.
Look to the children dismissed that could be,
They sing of a future which they can foresee,
A promise to be free.
Heard, she wants to be heard.
So sing out, sing out my girl,
To take on the world.
Her truth will be spoken,
The silence broken.
Listen to the voices crying out through the night,
Look out for the vices and the ways to fight.
Of never ending violence and blood-stained frights,
Keep your eyes on the light,
And don’t back down.
Keep your eyes on the light,
And don’t back down.
Heard, she wants to be heard.
So sing out, sing out my girl,
To take on the world.
Her truth will be spoken,
The silence broken.
She wants to be heard
Heard, she wants to be heard.
So sing out, sing out my girl,
To take on the world (the world)
Her truth will be spoken,
The silence broken.
She wants to be heard.
Heard, she wants to be heard.
So sing out, sing out my girl,
To take on the world.
Her truth will be spoken,
The silence broken.
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9. |
I Won't Forget
04:23
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The closest friend I’ve known
Traveling far from home,
I’ll see you again.
Through summer’s melting ease
And winter’s burning freeze,
You’ve held my hands.
And I won’t forget what it felt like to grow up with you.
My sisters, brother dear
There’s nothing left to fear,
I’m here for you.
Mom and dad, apart,
Both beating in my heart,
Can’t ask more from you.
And I won’t forget what it felt like to be raised by you.
And I won’t forget what it felt like to be loved by you.
It’s time for me to let go of a beautiful home,
But outside waiting for me is a world I’ve never known.
There’s promise, fortune, heartbreak,
And a world to call my own.
Look outside
The sun will rise
I said, look outside
Look outside
The February grey couldn’t bear to stay
When you appeared.
In real-life technicolor unsets to discover
The truth in me.
And I won’t forget what it felt like to come out for you.
And I won’t forget what it felt like to be hurt by you.
And I won’t forget what it felt like to be loved by you.
It’s time for me to let go of a beautiful home,
But outside waiting for me is a world I’ve never known.
There’s promise, fortune, heartbreak,
And a world to call my own.
Look outside
The sun will rise
So look outside
Look outside
A new sense of pride
Calls from inside
To look outside,
There’s nothing to hide.
All the times that I cried
Just magnified
My need to survive
I’m terrified.
But this newfound pride
Reminds me I’m alive,
But not satisfied
Just looking outside.
I’ve dreamt so long,
A sleep so strong.
Look outside
And open my eyes.
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10. |
Interlude: Who You Are
01:46
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It has to stay in your heart.
I need to focus more on making home me because I was relying too much on other people. I do need it though
All the time
All the time
All the time
Literally always
Everyday
All the time
All the time
Always
The grief just as much as the joy
All day, every day
That was musical
I really think it’s about finding, like, a place of groundedness and power within yourself.
I make mistakes all the time. Even when it comes to loving myself. Especially loving myself. It’s in your forgiveness that you find home.
It’s in the kindness, it’s in the safety, happiness,
Truth,
Adventure,
Loneliness,
Joy,
Hope,
Tension,
Frustration,
Comfort,
Distance,
Beauty,
Laughter,
Bliss,
Anger,
And Love.
The moment’s of self-reflection and honesty, it all makes you. The grief just as much as the joy. Home makes you who you are
I won’t forget my first home,
The hills of New England,
It will always live in my heart.
Here. Right here, it feels like being home.
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11. |
Dreams We Made
04:20
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Under a sky of brilliant stars,
Moonlight dappled dreams go far,
My hope curves the edges of my heart.
At night I leave by the painted stream,
Carried through debris and steam,
New constellations floating ‘round my mind.
Passed old dirt roads,
The bubbling stream,
Where the moon still shines, I’ll run and go.
Where the sun can’t shine, it’s up to you,
In your mind the dreams are true,
A prophecy of possibility.
There’s a promise of future on their lips,
Fear in their eyes, when it starts to slip,
A superficial strength in their heart.
There’s a bravery it takes
To trade everything safe.
A hometown for a future life to be.
We’re going home, home, home,
On the dreams we made.
We’re going home, home, home,
On the dreams we made.
Among the trees, and forest glades,
In pitched tents, the first mistake,
A prick of blood and the budding rose.
The fantasy so far away,
A land of dreams, you used to say:
“An echo from a future back through time.”
In the heart friends gave you
They put bravery, love, truth, and a rope.
The strength to chase and an incredible hope.
We’re going home, home, home,
On the dreams we made.
We’re going home, home, home,
On the dreams we made.
Put it to the wind and blow (blow away),
Put it to the wind and glow (glow so bright),
Put it to the wind and grow (grow up),
Put it to the wind and go (go).
We’re going home, home, home.
On the dreams we made.
We’re going home, home, home.
On the dreams we made.
We’re going home, home, home,
On the dreams we made.
We’re going home, home,
On the dreams we made.
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Zak Kline Montpelier, Vermont
Zak Kline is a queer recording artist and songwriter exploring the power of music to make a positive impact on people's lives. By redefining social expectations he hopes to bring people together through a shared love of music and life. A focus on singing drives his music through vocal harmonies and explores the power of the human voice to affect change — both intimate and universal. ... more
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