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angelfish

there is no place to run that I have not been
no place to hide that I have not been seen
there is no dirt that can not be washed clean
in rivers of love or oceans of dreams

she bird feather
she changes with the weather
freedom on an a high speed flight
she’s always thinking
she thinks too much
it keeps her up all night

this heart that beats wont let me sleep

she lust and ruffle
she looking for trouble can’t keep her hands to herself
she hunts by instinct with passion and with music
she don’t seem to need my help

and my heart spins when she walks by
angelfish learning to fly
she sings the depths inside of me
she gives my soul tranquillity
and I wonder and I analyse
sometimes I don’t believe my eyes
never in my wildest dreams
would I believe that she would come

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from The Private Life of Clowns, released January 1, 1997

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Karen Hunter Auckland, New Zealand

New Zealander Kāren Hunter uses guitar, voice, mandolin and loops to create heart charged soundscapes that draw deep from the well of our collective spirit.
These are love songs to Papatuānuku / Mother Earth, freshly baked under the fire of Ranginui / Sky Father.

Each album has it's own role in her collection, from rootsy songs, Celtic dub to Yoga music, Kāren is a diverse and eclectic composer. ... more

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