Wild Divine

by Alela Diane

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1.
To Begin 03:33
Down the stairs to the stone house Golden light! O what a fight! Another sleepless night Her dress is filigree She tells me all her secrets Then I’m back on the street It is hard, O it’s hard to help yourself When you don’t know where to begin It’s the devil It’s the bull It’s the of black night In your head – In your head! Do you see the fire? Have you lived before this time? Know you the color of the end? Silence is dancing to a beaten drum Money is nothing but a loaded gun It’s hard, O it’s hard to help yourself When you don’t know where to begin It’s the devil It’s the bull It’s the of black night In your head – In your head! It’s hard, O it’s hard to help yourself When you don’t know where to begin In the midst of a moment Can you break the bull? Can you tame the demon? Light a candle in the dark? In the darkened dark In the dark? Light a candle in the darkened dark
2.
Elijah 03:15
I met Madeline in the South of France Where she grew with the fig 
And broke bread with the moon Dark eyes of the evening brought her a son A blessing and burden for she was so young So young... Water is cold with a wayward gale Much like the leaves I’ve become frail Madeline said ‘I’d like to follow’ ‘But I must stay well to care for Elijah’ ‘I must stay well to care for Elijah’ ‘Elijah’... The fire in the stone hearth burned calmly But as she stoked it, Madeline grew concerned She said, ‘These are Olive branches’ ‘And the wood of the Olive is sacred ’ ‘The wood of the Olive is too sacred to burn’ ‘To burn’... Water is cold with a wayward gale Much like the leaves I’ve become frail Madeline said ‘I’d like to follow’ ‘But I must stay well to care for Elijah’ ‘I must stay well to care for Elijah’ ‘Elijah’...
3.
When a love grows cold Like the fire come dawn It is a bitter tune Old homes know through and through When is it too soon to walk? When two run dry of talk From hurting just the same Was it easier in days gone by? Clear skies and storms alike Held words of ties that bind From time to time A man must go But let me tell you, friend It is a long way down When is it too soon to walk? When two run dry of talk From hurting just the same Was it easier in days gone by? Clear skies and storms alike Held words of ties that bind When the wine ain’t sweet But the love’s still true It’s been done before You can work it through
4.
Suzanne 04:11
Night falls and I am gathered once again Going deep into the ricochet of yesteryear Dwelling on the one place 
 that I know to be long gone “Come see the corners of the property” I was walking along the old road Looking through the gaps in the vine tangled fence When I saw her standing there Suddenly young with dark brown hair Suzanne, Why do we dream of it? Suzanne, O dear, Suzanne! Suzanne, Why are we taken back? Suzanne, O dear, Suzanne! She said: 
“La Di Da, Alela! 
Come see the corners of the property” Some nights later, I am gathered once again This reverie is reoccurring On the ceiling, hand painted flowers In my heart, galloping horses There was a death, forever lingers Like the scent of antique roses I can’t go back, can’t say I want to But that old spirit keeps me haunted Suzanne, Why do we dream of it? Suzanne, O dear, Suzanne! Suzanne, Why are we taken back? Suzanne, O dear, Suzanne! She said: 
“La Di Da, Alela! 
Come see the corners of the property” “La Di Da, Alela! 
Walk the corners of the property” Some things cannot be understood Never quite taken in, you cannot leave them Salty water up in the high lakes Desert sand beneath the pine trees A flock of geese lost to an airplane A memory of what is yet to be This is music – This is madness 
Clear the room! This is music – This is madness
Clear the room! Clear the room! Clear the room! Clear the room!
5.
The Wind 04:30
Woman of the island, please send me light Put it in an envelope, post it to LA I’m on the wind and I can’t go back I am a dream on the wind The organ cried out in the night A phantom song of notes in time It is I, pounding out the chords From the still, of the unknown I’m on the wind and I can’t go back I am a dream on the wind Too late darling It was too late Too late mama I’ve gone to the sky How can we learn? Learn to lose? How can we learn? Learn to lose? Death is a hard act to follow Death is a hard act to follow Now I give grace to you and yours From this bright new home of silver moon Sweet sister, I am with you forevermore La la la la la la la la la
6.
Indigo is blue like the hue of me, or you Ebony is darker than the deepest Emerald like the water 
 we swam in for a while To a man of many colors, I give word He’s a charmer, my man of many colors He sings till hours take him well past midnight He’s indigo in evening skies Ebony on moonless nights But he’s emerald come the morning 
 through the window Indigo is blue like the hue of me, or you Ebony is darker than the deepest Emerald like the water we swam in 
 for a while To a man of many colors, I give word Amidst the gold there is dust in every heart And in the blue there is a web of tangled thoughts O how the crystals mix with shards of broken glass As we try to take the danger from the plight of crimson red But are left to stampede blindly 
 t hrough the colors and the fog Indigo is blue like the hue of me, or you Ebony is darker than the deepest Emerald like the water 
 we swam in for a while To a man of many colors, I gave word By the light of a match I caught the colors in my hand And the sun through this old stone It is red, orange, amber, emerald, blue & violet Like graffiti, scattered leaves, tropical things Indigo is blue like the hue of me, or you Ebony is darker than the deepest Emerald like the water 
 we swam in for a while To a man of many colors, I gave word To a man of many colors, I gave word To a man of many colors, I gave word
7.
Desire 02:18
Dark hair, midnight eyes She’s looking like it’s 1995 And while my steps are made of stone Hers are light and air and sky She’s looking for something She’s spinning and circling She’s reckless, she’s pining And she’s lost, lost, lost In the morning, dressed for night Gypsy red, wild flight Another city calls her name Where her darkened twin awaits She’s looking for something She’s spinning and circling She’s reckless, she’s pining And she’s lost, lost, lost D.E.S.I.R.E Can you hear it calling? D.E.S.I.R.E Can you hear it calling? D.E.S.I.R.E Can you hear it calling? Can you hear it calling? Can you hear it calling?
8.
Worn thin, loose end In the sky, trailing light Dour days, distant place A pocket full of foreign change This is a heartless highway This is a heartless highway So long, long gone... Listless in the morning On the move too soon Can’t you take me in the open Instead of these dark rooms This is a heartless highway This is a heartless highway So long, long gone... But I’ve got to get back I’ve got to get back I’ve got to get my feet back on the ground I’ve got to get back, I got to get back home I’ve got to get back I’ve got to get back I’ve got to get my feet back on the ground I’ve got to get back, got to get back home So long, long gone... Take me to the water Take me to the good Take me, won’t you take me Before I’m good as gone
9.
White Horse 04:20
Get off your high horse, Hey, man Get off your white horse, Hey, man Your gallop can shed nothing on the darkness The rush of river water knows much more Everyone must take a road Take a road that’s all their own... You let it in With a gust you take it in Taking charm from shadow with the dawn The sun will tell you when you must walk on Are you like the clouds, 
 or as headstrong as a stone? Do you open with dusk to the black night? Be careful with visions, when drawn to the sky Be wary of such constellations No we cannot be sure of our gallop, or gait But there’s one thing I do know for sure: Everyone must take a road Take a road that’s all their own... What of release? What of ravens and of white birds? A mystery, the echo left by death We are hopeful We are scattered We are dust We are hopeful We are scattered We are dust
10.
At the end of the day At the end of the day The song that I sing is the same The song that I sing is the same And then a year has been sung A year is gone and I am older But then, I’ve never been so young anyway O, I’ve never been so young anyway Too many left behind On this circle round the sun But Suzanne, she bought more time She won a wager with the sky We are the lucky ones this time We are the lucky ones The setting sun in Arizona Told a story of beyond And that moon was rising greatness Over flatlands, over us Tell me ‘bout what has been Tell me why Tell me ‘bout what has been Tell me why Too many left behind On this circle round the sun But Suzanne, she bought more time She won a wager with the sky We are the lucky ones this time We are the lucky ones Still, there are heavy days about us They are shards of something lost But there’s white gold in the static Relentless and charged with magic There is danger in what we know But there is good, there is good, there is good too There is good, there is good, there is still good for me and you There is good, there is good, 
 there is still good

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released April 11, 2011

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Alela Diane Portland, Oregon

Alela Diane is a Portland, OR based singer-songwriter who grew up amongst the winding rivers and golden hillsides of Nevada City, CA. As a girl, she listened to her parents harmonize bluegrass songs in the kitchen, and began writing her own folky songs when she moved to San Francisco at age 19. Since then, Alela has been releasing albums and touring extensively through Europe and North America. ... more

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