The New Iroquois
by Tom Villalon
Tom Villalón, amateur composer and singer song-writer, is a graduate of Dartmouth College and studied at the Royal College of Music in London. Raised in Delaware and the Chile, he lived in China for several years before moving to Honolulu, Hawaii. He plays every instrument on each track, including guitar, violin, cello, mandolin, piano, and accordion among others.
Episodes
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Like Wrists
Like a bullet through your bird wings.
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Like Hands
Awake, because everything we know is burning.
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Like Lungs
"An ocean, afraid, trapped inside this birch bark ribcage."
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Paint You Gold
"We give one another in the end. Into warm hands we are waking, love"
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Penelope
"Odysseus takes part in the competition himself; he alone is strong enough to string the bow and shoot it through the dozen axe heads, making him the winner. He turns his arrows on the suitors and with the help of Athena, Telemachus, Eumaeus and Philoteus the cowherd, all the suitors are killed."...
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In Our Animal Skin
"Our chest was expanding and collapsing back in/ Where we escaped from the weight of our animal skin."
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Oldest One
Strongest one, break through our bedrooms. Pull us up. And show us how to run like you.
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For Neighbors
Sometimes two, sometimes eyes closed.
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Aberdeen
With eyes you've never seen, I see to you.
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Green Green Mad Mad
Green green mad mad river Disillusioned by the imagery A swollen womb A scar-torn sun give itself unto the cedar trees, singing
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Brandywine
Our love, river, breaks this mountain chain into islands. Just to prove that what has always been shall change, and we remain: our Soul.
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Saint Adelaide
You made a gesture of a bridge
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Susquehanna
"I prayed for you where the winds speaks/between the boughs of the birch trees"
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Cheyenne
"I lost my shotgun whispers to Cheyenne. I lost the barrel of my beating heart. I lost to the terrifying expanse of the American West, where I gave everything to this common blood, to a landscape heavy with the weight of prayer" -anonymous
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Spinning Like a Whirlwind
Stay tuned for more.
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The Swiftest Wind
With the strangest grace...
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Bulletproof
Asleep or bulletproof?
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Walls of Sleep and You the Ocean
An acoustic remake of an original only a very few of you have.
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Taking Over Mountains
A song written on a train.
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Words
A premature goodbye to a friend, a story about letters, words, and the mountain chain in the fireplace
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How You Breathe In My Hands
A song with no words, but with words.
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Dan & Nick
A song for my two brothers as we continue our paths on opposite sides of the globe. Ukulele's for you, Danno. So are all the cellos that you used to hate to play in Chile. Ha! Nick, you got loads the violins and bass. Enjoy guys.
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Don't Look Down
For everyone who hears things at night or who suddenly forgets their name. Just keep going, it's alright.
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Constant
A little guitar story
About this show
Tom Villalón, amateur composer and singer song-writer, is a graduate of Dartmouth College and studied at the Royal College of Music in London. Raised in Delaware and the Chile, he lived in China for several years before moving to Honolulu, Hawaii. He plays every instrument on each track, including guitar, violin, cello, mandolin, piano, and accordion among others.
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Tom Villalon
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