David Crosby feat. Michael League, Becca Stevens & Michelle Willis -
Here If You Listen (feat. Becca Stevens, Michelle Willis & Michael League)
I Am No Artist
No true desire burns within me now
I am no artist, lonely and supreme
Fulfilled within myself
Needing no hand
No hand to touch
No eyes to smile
No lips to speak
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am (no)
The wind (wind) blows (blows) in the pines (pines) and I am sad
Wanting your presence here (wanting your presence here)
The blue (blue) jay flies (flies over to you) over the ruffling water to the hill
Lonely and dark and scattered yet with leaves
I'd ask you why
This bird will never go south
When the prophets think he has passed into a sunny Heaven
Why stay here?
When snow blinds in the icy darkness still
When there are strong blue wings to bear you out into a sky
Into a singin' land
Needing no hint
No eyes to smile
No lips to speak
I am no artist
(I am no artist)
I am (I am)
No artist
I'd ask you that
And wait for your reply
Knowing your wisdom must exceed my own
The wind (wind) blows (blows) in the pines (pines) and I am sad
Wanting you here beside me (wanting you more, beside here)
Now I know
I am no artist
Lonely and supreme
Needing no hand to tie
No eyes to smile
Only your lips
Your presence here
Would seem to send me winging
Southward, mile on mile
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am
(No) artist
I am no artist, lonely and supreme
Fulfilled within myself
Needing no hand
No hand to touch
No eyes to smile
No lips to speak
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am (no)
The wind (wind) blows (blows) in the pines (pines) and I am sad
Wanting your presence here (wanting your presence here)
The blue (blue) jay flies (flies over to you) over the ruffling water to the hill
Lonely and dark and scattered yet with leaves
I'd ask you why
This bird will never go south
When the prophets think he has passed into a sunny Heaven
Why stay here?
When snow blinds in the icy darkness still
When there are strong blue wings to bear you out into a sky
Into a singin' land
Needing no hint
No eyes to smile
No lips to speak
I am no artist
(I am no artist)
I am (I am)
No artist
I'd ask you that
And wait for your reply
Knowing your wisdom must exceed my own
The wind (wind) blows (blows) in the pines (pines) and I am sad
Wanting you here beside me (wanting you more, beside here)
Now I know
I am no artist
Lonely and supreme
Needing no hand to tie
No eyes to smile
Only your lips
Your presence here
Would seem to send me winging
Southward, mile on mile
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am
(No) artist
Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Thomas Stevens, Jane Tyson Clement
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