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Devendra Banhart
Devendra Banhart


Background information
Born May 30, 1981
Born place Houston, Texas, United States
Genre(s) Lo-Fi
Folk
Freak Folk
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) XL Recordings
hinah
Young God Records
Associated acts Beck
Vetiver
Megapuss
CocoRosie
Antony Hegarty
Little Joy
Joanna Newsom
Noah Georgeson
Website Website



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Devendra Banhart Album


Rejoicing In The Hands (04/24/2004)
04/24/2004
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Tit Smoking in the Temple of Artesan Mimicry (instrumental)
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This is the soup that I believe in
This is the smoke I'm always breathin
This is the way I share my breakfast
This is the way I serve my sentence
I know I know I should lay low
I should stand tall
This is the beard I'm always growin
I know they're here
I see them floating
Her empress beards
They float so holy
Their beards are here
They gently hold me
Well who knows who know
Yeah I may come home
Yeah I may return
This is the way
I'm always leaving
This is the soft voice of the evening
This is the way I hear my father
These are the flames that drown the water
Well I knew I knew
I could stand tall
I could lay low
This is the sound that swims inside me
This circle surrounds me
This is the land that grows around me
And these are the hands that come in handy
Well we've known we've known
We've had a choice

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It's a sight to behold
When you've got some old words to mold
And you can make em your own
Still love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
I'm told
Its like golden corn and I love its golden glow
It's the little head inside your little hole
And out spring some sparkling thoughts
Still love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
I hope
Its like finding hope in an old folk song that you've never ever heard
Still you know every word
And for sure you can sing along
But love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
I know

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The body breaks and the body is fine
I'm open to yours and I'm open to mine
The body aches and that ache takes it time
But you'll get over yours and I'll get over mine
And the sun will shine
And the moon will rise
The body calls
Yeah the body it calls out
It whispers at first but it ends with a shout
The body burns
Yeah the body burns strong
Until mine is with yours
Then mine will burn on
My flesh sings out
It sings honey come put me out
The body sways like the wind on a swing
A bridge through a hoop
Or a lake through a ring
The body stays and then the body moves on
And I'd really rather not dwell on when yours will be gone
But within the dark
There is a shine
One tiny spark

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By the banks of old Poughkeepsie
My love swam with me
Nature's tender bones are breathing lungs
Each breaths each breeze
Have you felt it have you
I've felt it too
And so have you
Summer days she stays by her window
Her saggy flesh it sweeps the floor
Down her steps and through her hallway
Comin out her door
Have you seen it have you
I've seen that too
And so have you
Now man holds hands hand neck shaped cobweb
White oil fills each pore
Again down your steps and through your hallways
Jumpin out your door
And have you done it
I've done that too
And so have you
Well love me tender
Viva Las Vegas and now I'm all shook up
Heartbreak hotel
Lordy miss cordy
Blue moon blue suede shoes
And have you heard it have you
I've heard it too
And I know for sure

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Dogs they make up the dark
Surrounding mountains they move towards the sea
Light that shines from your womb is blinding

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Will is my friend
Will sings like John
Going back to California
Will is the west coast with me
Will is a past is a plenty
Will is a blue friend of mine
With whom I spend a whole lot of my time
The lemon tree it laughs at me
It's growing beautifully
The little veins it would unwind
And it'll wrap your whole in time
Now let's have a glass of wine
Now let's have another glass of wine
This is the water in which we wade
This is our father this is how we strayed
This is the wind
And this is the breeze
Will is my friend
Will sings like John

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The daughter of a man was a mammal
She wore the mark of fire and of flame
Though they're both the same
Born onto the age of the golden
Oh that golden age of endless loss and endless gain
Now because my lips have split
All the little children they are hiding in front, in the middle, and in the
behind
And because my nose has froze
But I can keep on smelling
I could smell my little day away
I could smell my whole day away
Now because my teeth don't bite
I could take them out dancing
I could take my little teeth out and show them a real good time
Well a real good time, a good time

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Your head's a seesaw it sees and then saw
Now get some extra fingers growing
Yeah get some extra fingers growing
Your eyes are ramble light of candle
Now get some amber fluid flowing
Get some amber fluid flowing
Your lips are graying
And your mouth is saying
Get some other diamond sparkling
Get some other people talking
You young, dumb ripe thing
You're brave and you're antsy
You strong-lunged new thing
You're here to get this baby dancing
You're here to get this baby dancing
I always knew
I always knew

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Tit Smoking in the Temple of Artesan Mimicry

[No lyrics]

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In the dark we are without her empress light
In the dark we are without a light
Half asleep we're calmly waiting through her night
Half asleep we wait 'til she arrives
Clouds of birds are governing her dark blue sky
Clouds of birds are governing her sky
A rush of wind is gently playing with their wings
And yellow stones are standing on her eyes
All rejoice we are in her hands
When in here hands all rejoice
Owl eyes her sun will rise and light the land

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Fall, oh catch since once burned your bread but when the night comes
Light of match will catch lay low leva? sing so long
Widow spreads like cornfields in fall she come night come
She leave no trace she don't leave her roll like cornfields in fall

Ohhhh , ohhh, ohhh

So long friend I know finally would you lie with me
And hello singer warm ring like hell wontcha sing for me
So long snake you're still old, so long snake you're still old
So long snake you're still old, so long snake you're still old oooohh oohhh

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Todos los Dolores ya se van
Y el grafitti dice Peter Pan
Y el zoologico de arcoiris
Arcoirá, arcoirá

En La mañana pienso en mi primo
Y todo lo español que desafino
Que dice quando el sol sonrie
Sonrreirá, sonrreirá

Con tu cara de camello
Toma un bebé tan bello
Cada casa casa tiene llave

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When the sun shone on vetiver
When the sun shone on vetiver
When the sun shone down
Well they're silver and they're gold
Well they're silver and they're gold
Well they're silver and they're cold
And I'm longing for the land
And I'm longing for their land
For nature's forgiving hand
And we're drifting and we're sailing
Now the sun aligns your legs
And your lips and arms and breasts
And the moon pulls wet Earth
And your branches crawl around my claws
And my leaves brush up against your arms
And we're dancing
In Thailand, my baby waits for me
In Graceland, my baby waits for me
In Spainland, my baby waits for me
In Ireland, my baby waits for me
In no lands, my baby waits for me
Wimpishly

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And I know I was born, I was born
When I slipped out of my mother's womb
And I know it was warm, it was warm
'Cause I slipped out on a hot afternoon
And I know there was sun, there was sun
When I felt it on my human skin
And I know it was done, it was done

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And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always occupied by the milk of the sun
And each head on her head is fields of gold wheat
Where I'm lying on my back, where I'm falling asleep
And each lash in her eye is really white roots
And each line in her skin is really red roots
And the neck her head's on is a tunnel of dawn
But darkness will come, darkness will come
For sure, it's gonna come
And the breast on her chest is where I take my rest
Is where I have my fun, is where I have my fun
And one long red nail that shots from her toe
Is tickling my blood and shifting its flow
And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always occupied by the milk of the sun
And I'm always late, always late
And your black tulips of time
And your black tulips of time
And your hands rejoice in mine
And that seed it grows all day
And that seed it grows all night

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Raise your head
Autumn's child
You sweet young thing
Stay dead horse
Stand dead horse
Run river run
Sun shine sun
Sing child sing
Sing your song
Sing your song
Autumn's child
Come raise your head Autumn's child
Sweet young thing

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