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"A cross between Joni Mitchell, Tori Amos, and Weather Report.  Fantasic Show."  Canadian Music Week 2000

"Like John Cale, she's proof that classic songwriting sensibilities can flourish when stripped of the genre's self-limiting conventions." Toronto Star

Listen for Rebecca's song "Alive" on Dawson's Creek
Episode 4 airing October 14th! 

LYRICS: 

EZEKIAL DREAMTIME - words & music by Rebecca Timmons

The Eastern sky is scarred and black so Comrade says
Spray painted words the least of his concerns
You wait an hour, a moment for the lights to change
And it's our turn to shake the trees.

[chorus] All of us, all of us in dreamtime.

You watched TV, we played with electromagnetic fields
Burned a hole right through New Zealand's room
When sleeping giants roll awake you will know
And it's our turn to raise the dead.

[chorus]

I can't believe it, I should believe it
Then I see that we're so far gone
I won't believe it till I can't retrieve it
Then I'll know that we're so far along
I wanted to believe it, wanted to believe it
So this is it my never-never land and it's Ezekiel dreamtime, 
Dream, dream, dream ...

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WORLDS BETWEEN - words & music by Rebecca Timmons and Robert Bartolucci

The watching watched a single voice flung out 
turned away by glas buildings that threaten to rule the sky
and see engineers free-falling
The glowing golden light enfolds the clockers
dreaming of weekends on the beach
Here, here is what you see
here, here is what you do
here, here and it’s free

Change - I don’t want to feel so strange
Change - is worlds between now and the possible
That wretched man who yells and scares the birds
he’s charming children now, it’s quite absurd
he’ll dance and sing around his new poisoned ring
how fitting to fit the unfit.
The glowing golden light enfolds his ticking
dreaming of one day the world he’ll teach
Here, here is what you see
Change...

It’s easy to forget it, even if you let it
even when your shields are down
It’s easy to carry words from a seminary 
chase your flock around and round
It’s easy to remember come December
much easier to forget 
Change...
is worlds between now and the possible

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CELESTIAL HIGHWAY - words & music by Rebecca Timmons and Robert Bartolucci

Well What is this? A suicidal kiss?
It’s tight-rope walking and it’s all he way down, down
You can’t fight this fight You can’t survive this way.
there is no beginning so how can there ever be 
ending in sight? and it’s 
Celestial Highway, on and on and on and on
It’s a highway, on and on

Clutch it hard, pull it fast
ignorance is bliss, you sink into the drifts
it’s lulling you down, down
you are wonderful, you are as you should be 
it’s inside you, right inside you
over again till you feel what you feel, and it’s

Celestial highway, on and on and on and on
it’s a highway, on and on and on and on
Celestial highway, on and on...

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Little pieces of stone and brick laid to try to save my soul
daisies and Queen Anne’s lace sway round this castle moat
from this tiny hole in the wall I say, “Will I ever, ever change of be free?”
Lay your head now down in my lap
Let your thoughts sweep over me
Lay your weapons down  at your feet 
be free

When it becomes so near you’d rather water rippled
than too clear but if you don’t break the surface now
you will never, never change or be free
Lay our head now down in my lap
let your thoughts sweep over me
lay your weapons down at my feet
be free, be free

It came swiftly up over the tree tops
clouds born of the wrath from the rage of envy
the still flirts with the charismatic chaos
the silence reveals its voluptuous self
then like tiny fingers of a hand 
they slide and lock together
Lay your head

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UNDER MY SKIN  -  words & music by Rebecca Timmons 

To the sea all around him, nothing seemed too awake or well
Stayed still and listened, echoes of sense of weight were near
It’s a field-dust of changes he said, “The new frontier’s inside”
and I feel like I could jump from under my skin...

It’s a sound that’s tender, it’s the feel of clean air, air and wonder 
The ship still waits wooed by moondogs
and the waves still conspire with the stars 
and I feel like I could jump from under my skin
and I feel like I could jump

Is it right I want to fly tonight?
I should be happy coddled in the warm womb of the earth
but I won’t be happy until I lose the need to hold it all 
and I feel like I could jump from under my skin
and I feel like I could jump from under my skin
it’s your time capsule...

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[chorus] You are, this is alive, so let it go...

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FLY THAT HIGH  -  words & music by Rebecca Timmons 

I watch like a cat 
the sky from which all things fall
moving, the motion entices emotion of all things
Twist for a better view
the world from which all things fall
catch it on my tongue the substance is melting away 
but this feeling stays
I cannot, I cannot fly that high yet...
Sooner or later, sooner or later 
my feel will leave the ground
Sooner or later I’ll fly
I want to breathe this life into your soul
quench this thirst in this desert
we call our world
stretch from poverty to divinity
working our way to the place where
it all began

answer the question with simple enquiry
and this feeling stays
I cannot, I cannot fly that high yet...
Sooner or later, sooner or later
my feet will leave the ground 
sooner or later I’ll fly 
They teach us in school
the world is a practical place
no cosmic or spiritual reality
religion and myth
resist new possibilities of life
so close we stand now
to bathing in the waters of 
Babylon...

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SAIL ON  -  words & music by Rebecca Timmons 

Trouble with the eyes
and it’s right in 
full view
yet we sail on
Feeling like a child
who can never
find the way
yet we sail on
Crying like a baby
I opened my door
and you sailed in
Feel it 
Feel it
can you feel this
Ah... sail on...

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GOLD AND GREEN  -  words & music by Rebecca Timmons 

Now I lay you down to sleep
sleep in the fields of gold and green
now you can roam free
All the troubles that have come
all the hopes of everyone
now they can run free
The land that I come from 
it tries to take your dreams
and root them in the ground
I thought
someone’s got to be blamed
someone’s got to be blamed

Now I lay you down to keep
keep in hills and willowed streams
now you can run free
the joy, the pain of all you’ve seen
All one’s courage I believe
comes from stumbling to the knees
now you can run free
The place that I come from 
they try to take your dreams
and lay them in your hands
I think
no one is to be blamed
no one is to be blamed...

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