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(Too many of us everywhere now, that's the kind of world we live in. Crowded, overcrowded, I'm not worried about. Nature will take care of that problem, in her own sweet way. Sooner or later. I'll tell you what I do wonder about. What will it be like pout here when I'm gone and your gone and our grandchildren are gone and even our great glittering industrial civilization has crumbled to dust? When we're all forgotten, what will be going on out here then? Nothing lasts forever, nobody lives forever. Everything comes and goes, we all begin and rise and fade away. What then?"
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Zion
03:50
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Zion
It was you, always you
You are the one I thought I saw
But was wrong
Zion
It was you all along
I will bury myself in your narrows
And I will feel my flash floods between your toes
and you will climb up my red rocky peaks
Zion
It was you all along
And we will lie underneath our trees
And we will be everything there is to be
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And the ground rose up and cracked
After years of erosion it couldn't stand
And my eyes rose up and saw
The rolling red hills of Southern Utah
We drove south, something innocent back then
And I'm writing this from a Best Western Inn
We passed by Cedar and Toquerville
We passed by Beaver and Hurricane
And when we arrived at our destination
My little head couldn't handle it
I thought that those red rocks
could have been a new home for us
But some things just go away
And I wish that we could have stayed
And I thought it was all for me
And I thought I was all you'd need
But I was your drug mule
Your pack brahman,
and your sword and shield
But when my use was done
The trip home had already begun
And in my anger I just wanted it to burn
A great fire over Southern
Utah, I've got this great passion
Oh God, that starvin' feelin' of passin'
But some things are just better off dead
And I don't really mean that
But some things, they just have to die
And as your child in Saint George, I couldn't have survived
And I often wonder
If you could have better
So I'll hold myself up to that flame
And see what memories, what love remains
But I, I should know
That there are some things I just cannot mend
Or you will be that red blanket that will bring me to my end
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Raspberry Days and the A-framed roofs
The new Champ and the feeling of that rolling blue
And on the way up, The Gator Inn, Randolph and Wooddruff
On the horizon, I see Bear Lake through the trees
And on my bike I see the KOA coming towards me
Oh, Pickleville Playhouse, I'll know you in time
Oh, Pickleville Playhouse, I'll know you by and by
In the back of the truck, I smell Bear Lake in the breeze
In Garden City, the whole towns eyes are on me
And I took a pilgrimage there
And I soon realized it was not the place but the time I fetishized
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Up Parley's Trail
02:50
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To Greece, I've never been
but oh, I love it there
And to Greece I'll never go, but oh, I love it so
And my life is a triangle
From my house, to the church, to the store, right back to my house
And my husband died many years ago
I'd bet good money you two would have gotten along
And I know my eyes ain't too good
But I'll tell the doctors like I understood
And I'll still drive myself to the store
From my house, from the church, right back to the store
They took my house and put me in a home
They took my car and left me all alone
and I don't go to Prophet Elias anymore
Χριστός ἀνέστη! Ἀληθῶς ἀνέστη!
Χριστός ἀνέστη! Ἀληθῶς ἀνέστη!
Χριστός ἀνέστη! Ἀληθῶς ἀνέστη!
And life is a triangle,
from birth, to life, to death
Right back to birth
And I was born many years ago
In a coal mining town called Price
They took my house and put me in a home
They took my car and left me all alone
and I don't go to Prophet Elias anymore
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The 2002 Winter Olympics
04:44
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Oh, bring your daughters
Oh, bring your pioneers
And bring your children
And buy them souvenirs
Come and see the big city
Among the desert, along the peaks
And don't forget you can't sink in the great salty sea
Oh world, give us all you got
Bring your best and you might have a shot
Oh world, you know the score
We're gonna win because we're not so poor
Oh world, block out the sun
If you brought your best, you might have won
Oh world, call everyone
Bring your worst and put me to the ground
Because we're all going down
Yeah, we're all coming on down
But today, I'm at top my game
But we're all gonna drown
The ice melted from underneath
(Picabo Street)
There was nowhere to go but sink
(Took 16th)
So for now I must breath
(So I see why you'd throw away your skis)
Cause we're all gonna get chopped down
I remember all the sights!
I remember every night!
I remember going to the mall with my dad.
I remember all sounds!
I remember going downtown!
I remember when The Miracle on Ice lit the torch.
I remember all the crowds,
I remember they were all in my town.
I remember my little wool cap
That said Winter 2002 on the back!
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Bears Ears, what have we done for you?
Filled with fear, what have we done to you?
Valley of the Gods, I'll walk with you when I am gone
Because we are one
But I am not and you are not gone.
Well at least not yet
Bear Ears and Grand Staircase
I owe you my name and this place
But I've done nothing to take away the pain
(The major danger to this area is too much economic development, too much road building, too much oil exploration, mineral exploration. I think South East Utah is one of the great adventure places left on Earth and I think we should try to keep it wild and primitive. It really is the property of not only all the American people but of all the people of the world.)
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A Melody For Joe Hill
00:59
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Sugar House
05:00
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My family saw all we built fall right away
And the whole neighborhood went to shit
And there's nothing we citizens could have done about it, oh
And I sure do miss the days, I was once king of my domain
But I was faltered by the city and the prosecutors
But did the beet farmers ask for this?
And did Phillip DeLaMare ever ask for this?
And I know that the prisoners may have wanted it all to burn
And in the summertime I do like to spend my time there
Despite all my anger and my rage, I do love it there
But I guess it was my time, it just was my birth right
So know I am waiting, my mind vegetating
(This is worth ten months of suffering and labor, this joke is.)
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(There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep. I know, cause this is part of my home. I belong here.)
Uintah, I was feeling sick
13,000 feet above the sea with nothing but your spurs on
And I was missing half of my blood
And it was nobody's fault
And I can't catch my breath, and my heart is beatin out of my chest and I tried my best
And I couldn't catch my breath and my heart was beatin out of my chest and I tried my best
And I couldn't catch ,y breath and my heart was beatin out of my chest and I tried my best
Moab! It really wasn't that important but I blew it up. I blew it out of proportion.
Moab! What I would give to go back. Not the place but the time, really just to say goodbye,
Moab, I mistook you for the past but I would love to see your face now that I'm in a better place.
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And Apricot, Quince and Almond
Let me taste on your fruit
And grow old inside of you
Steep and narrow
Old and Hallowed
And oh, oh
And I found my love up on the hill,
On this side of Capitol Hill.
And steep and narrow, and old and hallowed
And I bottle my intentions so I know they're never quite done
And I jar up my emotions so they don't burn in the sun
In The Holy Fire of the Sun, here to burn down everyone!
And Holy State of Deseret, as big as it can get!
Oh, Holy Light of my life, I'll be dead if you die.
Oh Holy Fire of the Sun, here to burn down everyone!
Oh Holy State of Deseret, as big as it can get!
Oh Holy Fire of the Sun, here to burn down everyone!
I don't know what I'd do, without you
I know that it's a little too reliant on you
But it's true, I do love you
And when you bring me breakfast, I know I don't deserve it
And when you drive me to my mothers grave, I know I, I know I'm not worth it
And when I say these things, I feel like I'm fishing
I'm not, I'm just trying to be honest. I'm just trying my best
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My life has no glory but the harvest each Fall
I am digging out the dirt where the fruit of life is grown
and the locust have spawned their awful endless hordes
But the Gulls are coming down!
Glory, glory hallelujah
Oh glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
The Gulls are coming down!
And Brother Brigham said I could save my land
If I gave ten percent to the Church and his men
And God spoke from up on high, he said,
"The Gulls are coming down!"
Glory, glory hallelujah
Oh glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
The Gulls are coming down!
Glory, glory hallelujah
Oh glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
The Gulls are coming down!
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Brother, what scares you most?
Death is what scares me most
Sister, there is no need
Death will come eventually
Death will come inevitably
Well maybe that's what scares me, that inevitability
Well don't whip your back
That's like asking the Wasatch not to crack, or the snow to stay intact, or Bonneville to come back
Maybe if I am afraid of it, I will pay respect, I will pay debt
Maybe if I am afraid of it, I will pay respect, I will pay debt
And when I die just roll me out into the lake
So I can float the rest of my days
Just like my grandfather when he swam to see Jim Bridger
Way out on Freemont
And when you see me just floating by, I'll say, I'll say I never died,
Oh no, I never ever ever ever died
Oh no, oh no, oh no I never died, oh no, oh no i never died, oh no, I never ever ever ever died
I know, I know, i know that that's a lie, I know, i know that that's a lie, I know,
I know that all things must crack and that some of them just ain't coming back.
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Marcus Koncar (r. Candall Lark) Salt Lake City, Utah
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