Live at Studio 9 in Berkeley, CA

by William Feigns

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Solo acoustic performance recorded live August 17, 2014 at Studio 9 in Berkeley, CA.

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released July 2, 2015

recorded by William Feigns
mixed by Brendan Getz
photo by Maren Celest
www.marencelest.com

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Track Name: Celestina
Celestina, go to Paris, babe
Find yourself on Picasso's plate
Celestina's got a real sick child
she lose herself when the wind blows wild
But it don't mean a thing
Like a dream within a dream

Celestina, up on Bunker Hill
Loomed a daughter out of ancient spells
She found herself in a western land
Where she turned a cowboy into a man
But that don't change a thing
Like a dream within a dream

Celestina, on your way back home
Get your good man to see you off
Celestina, all shapes renew
When you find yourself inside of you
It won't mean a thing
Like a dream within a dream
Track Name: Santa Maria
Santa Maria never combs her hair
She calls ya on Christmas but never says a word
You can see her travel card locked with the corporate blues
Like a child with ruby eyes she's quick to let you know
Nothing goes untold

Santa Maria holds her lamp shade close
She walks with a tight limp from a training overdose
She gave up with no consequence for that I loved her more
She broke down in this barroom town
She killed her prayers with candy swears
And hope they go untold

Santa Maria was a trampoline
You'd love her and leave her
But you'd always come back down
She'd double in when you shed your skin
She always called your bluff
Pulling strings with classic strength just to let you know
That nothing goes untold
Track Name: Texas Medicine
western winds & the ghost of many
push us through the desert night
you rode up slow with your white horses
laid me down where the river winds

let's pretend we are dreamers
with no choice but to dream
say goodbye like we are drifters
so goodbye won't mean a thing

I see your secret lined in golden
shining through your weary eyes
your country skin tending a garden
for a broken soul & the smoke of those gone by

let's pretend we are strangers
so the truth don't have to hide
I left my home in California
to have them wild flowers by my side
Track Name: Black Crow To The Priestess
black lace black boots
holding up a sly truth
moonshot moonshot
beg it to confront you
spill out spill out
what is written all over you
hands up hands up
the killing time is upon us

mirror mirror
don't see no clearer
i love you love you
but the train is nearer
hold on hold on
you're tearing it to pieces
"ripshit. ripshit."
said the black crow to the priestess

calm down calm down
you're wearing out your death mask
I had a dark sleep, dark dream
it's just ghost lights from an old task

wake up wake up!
you're killing all you got left
"straight lines. straight lines"
said the old man to the wreckless
Track Name: I'll Find A Home (When I Die)
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
There'll be no more feeling alone

Tell my mother that I do miss her
Tell my sister I feel her pain
Tell my brother's I'll be there with them
Tell my father we bleed the same

When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
There'll be no more feeling alone when I die

My friends they help with my burden
The hills they wash me in rain
Found a ghost that I'll be keeping
Guide me through the fog & the haze

When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
There'll be no more feeling alone when I die

Found a sound I keep repeating
So the angels know me by name
Found a place that is worth staying
Found the road that leads to the gate

When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
When I die, Lord, I'll find a home
There'll be no more feeling alone when I die