1. |
The Blue Sky
03:31
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You can't argue with blue skies.
You can't argue with these smart American guys,
sun on sprawling summer days
when things just go on that way.
You can't argue with the course of change
in this hysterical exchange,
appealing to the worst side of the best man
cause he knows you're his biggest fan.
You can't argue with flattery.
Can't argue with vanity, no way!
Or the crisis of conscience
at the end of the day.
Or the blue, blue sky
Or the blue, blue sky
You can't argue with kids these days.
You can't argue with these power plays
because it's just the blue sky,
hanging on the question, "Why oh why oh why oh why?"
You can't argue with the task at hand,
nor with this proud, American man
who's directing all the traffic
with his strong, decorated hand.
It's not like it used to be.
Now you can argue with anyone you see
and as long as argument's on the table,
it might as well be done anonymously
in the blue, blue sky
in the blue, blue sky
You can't argue with policy.
Can't argue with the economy, oh no!
You are the anomaly,
ambivalent, sad and dumb and slow.
You can't argue with trails already blazed.
No one asked you 'bout the latest craze!
Because it's just the blue sky,
hanging on the question,
"Why oh why oh why oh why?"
The blue sky
Oh the blue sky
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2. |
The Spine Of Life
03:11
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Climbin' up and down the spine of life
Climbin' up and down the spine of life
Reading the line of music
makes me feel more sublime
about the ups and downs of life.
I'm too sensitive, and I have to make it work.
I have to focus on the magic of the earth.
A man cannot grow rougher,
he'll become a grain of sand.
Has to become a lover
of the people and the land.
Climbin' up and down the spine of life
Climbin' up and down the spine of life
Reading the line of music
makes me feel more sublime
about the ups and downs of life.
But these fires still reduce my mind to ashes.
Still and peaceful is how the phoenix flashes
up the spine of life
up the spine of life
up the spine of life
Climbin' up and down the spine of life
Climbin' up and down the spine of life
Reading the line of music
makes me feel more sublime
about the ups and downs of life.
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3. |
Wrong Again
05:15
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How it feels
when you break your sail in Walden.
When your djembe breaks, all fails.
A snake's tail grips your body,
a snake's tail.
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Now you know how it feels to fail.
And if you feel like you're a failure,
you're wrong again, so don't bail.
Wrong again
Wrong again
You don't even know
how wrong you've been!
How it feels
to win the heart's affection
cause you took the right action then.
But you lost the joy,
the joy of the situation
like a million other women and men.
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Now you know how it feels to fail.
And if you feel like you're a failure,
you're wrong again, so don't bail.
Wrong again
Wrong again
You don't even know
how wrong you've been!
You're an astronaut, wrong again
You're a teacher, wrong again
You're a mason, wrong again
You're a manager, wrong again
You're a healer, wrong again
You're a geek, wrong again
You're too afraid to public speak, wrong again
You're a cheater, wrong again
You're a liar, wrong again
You want to light the whole building on fire, wrong again
You're a saint, wrong again
You're a sinner, wrong again
You'd rather be 35 pounds thinner, wrong again
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4. |
Fluorescent
04:11
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The same old darkness fell today
Leopard licked her spots away
The way I want to go fluorescent,
The way I want to go fluorescent.
A sunless rocket's shot to Mars
while we carve hearts on trolley cars.
The way I want to go fluorescent,
The way I want to go fluorescent.
And I'll be the love I want to have in my life.
Feeling dumb, just groping closer to light.
Buds in April, doves in May
take up the mourning of the day
The way I want to go fluorescent,
The way I want to go fluorescent.
You dare to touch the fingertips
from which your dear life always slips
The way I want to go fluorescent,
The way I want to go fluorescent.
'N I said I'll be the love I want to have in my life
And feeling numb, I'm barely open to light
Jersey skyway sunset blush
reflect the madness in the rush
The way I want to go fluorescent,
The way I want to go fluorescent.
Find the kids a moonlit dream
Olympic silver, catch the gleam
The way I want to go fluorescent,
The way I want to go fluorescent.
I want to feel the love I want to see in my life
Somebody pulled the rug,
now I'm slipping day into night,
day into night.
The same old darkness fell today
Leopard licked her spots away
The way I want to go fluorescent,
The way I want to go fluorescent.
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So sure your flame would rise,
you spoke to me in charcoal only.
We wasted our time, unaware.
Then you realized the fire's burning over there.
Not inside, yeah
Then you realized the fire's burning over there.
Not inside, yeah
It was something that I didn't have to say, no
It was something that was plain as day
So sure your flame would rise higher
you actually realized the fire's burning over there.
Not inside, yeah.
It was a tired, tired game to play
It was something I didn't have to say.
You wanted to start a fire the color of your hair
Then you looked around to see the fire's burning over there!
Not inside, yeah
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6. |
No Position
04:11
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Happy when I have no position
Right up here in the lonely zone.
I'm happy when I have no position
Down in the ecstasy of truth unknown.
Hunkered between your fence and any kind of ground,
the sand and flint and ash around your mining town.
I could be anywhere you see.
The place you're least expecting me to be.
Happy when I have no position
Right up here in the lonely zone.
I'm happy when I have no position
Down in the ecstasy of truth unknown.
The happiness of the newly free
isn't lost on me.
This unexplainable thing
is all that lets me be happy.
And the mirage of the person I
could probably be
is what keeps me
from being free,
a little more free.
You know I'm
Happy when I have no position
Right up here in the lonely zone.
I'm happy when I have no position
Down in the ecstasy of truth unknown.
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7. |
Indigo
03:48
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You hold me by my visage, Indigo
You'd have me wear a violet crown
Play me through your games with scarred fists,
Ah but you're never gonna pin me down.
Keep me talkin' till I'm done with talkin'
You keep me runnin' till you've won the race
Now I'm holdin' up my mirror
Now I'm holdin' up my mirror
Screen me by my vaccination
Know me by my social feeds
Run me through your lists and rank me
amongst the saints in your throng of thieves.
Into fits of pure frustration,
I'm sweating like a broker on the phone.
Ever since the day you met me,
you knew you weren't goin' down alone.
But now I'm holdin' up my mirror
Now I'm holdin' up my mirror
Now I'm holdin' up my mirror
Now true colors seem much clearer
Now I'm holdin' up my mirror
Indigo, Indigo
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8. |
Just Like Me
03:34
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You, you're just like me
We both have the same disguise
The same people to meet
Your eyes, they look right through
but they can't see me at all
from what I say and what I do.
And I totally neglected to consider your point of view.
I thought I already knew.
And I thought you were so strong,
and I thought you were so wrong
and I made a big deal when I thought
you were either weak or right.
You heard me counting sheep
and on the third night of losing sleep,
that's when you believed that I
was beginning to see the light.
Cause you, you're just like me.
We've got the same pair of eyes
on the TV screen.
And we still like sharing life
by comparing what we've seen.
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9. |
Pay The Winner
04:00
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Sailing the currents, we fail and fold
Riverboat gamblers past the age of old
No I don't want to play the loser
Don't want to
Pay the winner, oh no
No I don't want to play the loser
Don't want to
Pay the winner, oh no
There's a spare dollar underneath my clothes
Two others up my sleeve inside of penny rolls
Saved expressly for the bullies
The troll's tolls
But I don't want to play the loser
Don't want to
Pay the winner, oh no
No I don't want to play the loser
Or pay the winner, oh no
This is a lawless zone
Your dog has got me like a bone
I'm looking for my chance to escape
No I can't live my life alone
But I'm no good for your loan
Doing this dance everyday
Is second rate
But I don't want to play the loser
Don't want to
Pay the winner, oh no
No I don't want to play the loser
Or pay the winner, oh no
Sailing the currents, we fail and fold
Riverboat gamblers past the age of old
No I don't want to play the loser
Don't want to
Pay the winner, oh no
No I don't want to play the loser
Don't want to
Pay the winner, oh no
No I don't want to
Play the loser
Or pay the winner, oh no
Don't want to
Play the loser
Or pay the winner, oh no
Don't want to
Don't want to
Play the loser
Or pay the winner, oh no
Don't want to
Don't want to
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Hazy moon, do right by me
Shine your light on down,
come on and set me free.
When I look up there in the sky,
you're what I want to see
Oh hazy moon,
do right by me.
You know I am a cheater,
you know I am a thief.
Kindly offer me succor,
a respite however brief.
Won't you bathe my heart in your soothing balm
Strike your harp, give me peace and calm
Hazy moon, put me right there in your palm.
Well you've put me through the ringer,
stoking my mind's disease.
But I know that as you linger,
you can reverse my fate with ease.
Hazy moon, do right by me
Shine your light on down,
come on and set me free.
When I look up there in the sky,
you're what I want to see
Oh hazy moon,
do right by me.
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11. |
This Street Is Alive
03:25
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This whole street is alive
Tell me, oh my lord
Everyone waits for no one
As they live their lives
This whole street is alive
Tell me, oh my lord
Everyone waits for no one
As they live their lives
You want a house that's modern, hard-earned
Filled with joy
In a wishful mood
You become a peasant
You catch yourself without the passion
It would take to arrive
At this glorious station
Well, you catch yourself without the patience
But this whole street is alive
Tell me, oh my lord
Everyone waits for no one
as they live their lives
This whole street is alive
Tell me, oh my lord
Why everyone waits for no one
as they live their lives
Holding down employment, so intense
Holding back enjoyment with a fence
Your head is filled with lines that form a
Property border
You'll haunt a Pac-Man machine in Aberdeen
For just a quarter
But this whole street is alive
Tell me, oh my lord
Everyone waits for no one
As they live their lives
Oh, this whole street is alive
Tell me, oh my lord
Why everyone waits for no one
As they live their lives
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12. |
The Time Of All Times
03:36
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It's like what you think of your life is closing up
So much for that old time stuff
The future is rolling
The future is rolling up
in your broken mind
so are you ready for the time of all times?
The time of all times
There's only one scoop everywhere
You found a temporary truth,
I don't care.
Listen, I would like to see you clear.
You don't have to stage yourself
or steer.
Glowing bodies, glowing minds.
Might as well prepare for the time of all times.
Glowing bodies, glowing minds.
Might as well prepare for the time of all times.
The time of all times
It's like what you think of your life is closing up
So much for that old time stuff
The future is rolling
The future is rolling up
in your broken mind
so are you ready for the time of all times?
The time of all times
The time of all times!
Now now now now now now now now now now now now now now now
Ready for the time of all times:
Now now now now now now now now now now now now now!
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13. |
Early Hours
03:42
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In the early hours, the shapes of things
begin to dazzle
in a false display, a crosseyed vision
you might call magical.
And I'm seeing the shape of love
It's shaping up to be something special.
And I'm seeing the shape of love
in every empty vessel.
In the early hours,
I'm reeling in the wasted feelings.
Taking them inside
with the jilted brides,
it's where they want to be.
And the shape of things is dull
anyway I can't tell the shapes of feelings.
In some crazy world where I could say,
you probably wouldn't have faith in hearing.
And I'm seeing the shape of love
It's shaping up to be something special.
And I'm seeing the shape of love
in every empty vessel.
In the early hours, the early hours
It's too late, it's too late, it's too early.
In the early hours, the early hours
It's too late, it's too late, it's too early.
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14. |
Grim Reaper's Lease
03:36
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I'm not afraid of you,
in fact you let me through
every night of my life
and if you'd allow me to,
I'd like to say to you,
you should have stopped me just once
and seen me.
Showed yourself so I could see you.
We'd be enemies speaking plain in the night.
If you want my old age,
give my back the pimples on my face.
If you want me now, be real.
Don't let me lose any sleep.
But if you were just hangin' out
in the corner of my house,
let me say you're a major creep.
You've gotta move out
before they revoke your grim reaper's lease,
your grim reaper's lease.
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15. |
Love's Dimension
04:39
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Space itself has been in love since it was a child,
has grown, now it's gettin' older.
But can love stretch a million miles,
a million miles over?
Though you're a million things to me,
can land stretch over a million miles of sea?
Can I just ask you to be
in love's dimension?
In love's dimension, once more in love with me.
Oh time, time is still in love.
In love always, just the same.
But can time stretch a million hours
every time I call your name?
Or is it just standing in the way?
Can I call up just to hear you say
you'll be in love's dimension?
In love's dimension,
once more in love with me.
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16. |
Winds
02:47
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Starting my day in a new town
I hope the winds of the day
whisk me away.
Hearing the future on an old clock radio,
and I'm cryin' in the silence of the glow.
All the gales sweeping through
were just the tillers
of lands eclipsed from view.
The time tables I thought I knew
were just arrangements of silver
stormin' on the blue.
Well I wanted to fly high, and I got charred.
To survey the land was a task too hard.
In the burning, drying heat
summer will slay.
But I still believe
I'll see the lay of the land one day.
Now I'm starting my day in a new town
I hope the winds of the day
whisk me away.
Hearing the future on an old clock radio,
and I'm cryin' in the silence of the glow.
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17. |
Timeless Days
03:02
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Timeless days
I really love those
timeless days.
You know I could
sigh for the ways
I love them.
For all the spineless nights
I bowed down with a loveless heart
cause I lost faith in the timeless,
timeless days.
And what I sought,
I just couldn't figure out
but you know I was saved
by the thought of timeless days.
Timeless days
I really love those
timeless days.
You know I could
sigh for the ways
I love them.
I only want to live in timeless space,
shining timeless light on you, Julia
Cause I'm in love
even though I
never proposed.
You are a
loving spirit in the air
See me now
I want to be your
pearl-eyed friend
in the grass,
all for the love of pretend
And chasing flies
to the top of cloudless skies.
The pretty face
we kiss
only there
Timeless days
I really love those
timeless days.
You know I could
sigh for the ways
I love them.
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18. |
Droplets
02:32
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Droplets, droplets of grace
Can I let them
Can I let them fall down on me?
Cleaning, cleaning the lowest place.
Making the ground more and more
muddy with grace,
droplets of grace.
Islands, islands of sound
sending out, sounding out
their waves all around me
So I have stopped sailing round
the coasts now that i've found
these islands, islands of sound.
Barrels, barrels of plans.
Building up, building up my expectations.
Burdening, burdening my hands.
I spend my time catering to my own demands,
and to my barrels, barrels of plans.
Castles, castles of doubt
built on the foundation of what I can do without,
lingering, lingering in space.
I'm constantly building and building around
these castles, castles of doubt.
Droplets, droplets of grace.
Can I let them, can I let them fall down on me?
Reaching, reaching the lowest place.
Making my heart and desire resound
with grace, droplets of grace.
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19. |
Country House
03:48
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We're stayin' in a country house
where we'll see old friends.
We'll try to forget the distance
or see it through a different lens.
It took hours to drive up,
so we can't turn back now.
We've got five minutes left to wise up,
but I don't know how.
We used to spend so much time
laughing and joking around.
Now it feels like we're driving to a stranger's house,
so tightly wound.
Am I scared I might make a mistake?
Look around, there are so many left to make.
I just keep asking myself if my life's complete.
Every time I'm supposed to relax,
I turn up the heat.
Turn up the heat.
We ended up talking about zen out in the yard.
We all felt like taking it easy cause life is hard.
We stayed up late, and sipped till we were soused.
And took advantage of a night staying in a country house.
We took advantage of a night staying in a country house.
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20. |
There Is A Queen
04:23
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You hang onto me like a businessman,
Want me to be what you think I can be.
You walk off with me in the setting sun.
Want to steal someone, but it could be unreal.
You hang onto me like I'm all you need.
If you look within, you'd never see me.
In the crowded streets,
there is a queen.
She sits inside your heart,
she wears your ring.
In the heart on the back of your head,
there is a friend.
And it is she
And it is she
You still hang onto me,
you still hang onto me,
never gonna set you free.
You still hang out with me,
you still hang around with me.
Can't even set you free.
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21. |
She Loves The War
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What she asks is a trifle, nothing more:
someone to do her bidding like a soldier,
or she loves the war.
I'm kidding,
she loves the bidding war.
It's New Years Eve, I'm looking at a picture of Leonard Cohen
looking at a picture of a woman with her head turned
in the window of a store.
And then I'm in the store.
And she loves the bidding war.
And I follow that car,
and I follow that man.
Unremitting and alone again.
And who's watching me?
Well, they are.
And they were just some teenagers
bored and on the phone again.
And as I watched them all grow,
I was getting valuable.
But they never said when.
So will this stranger be a stranger,
or will this stranger love me till the end?
No
Or. . . .
Or she loves the question,
but friend I know the question
hasn't got the heart of a cold war.
And she loves. . . .
Or I love the question,
and just haven't got the heart for
the end.
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22. |
Nightshade
02:37
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Nightshade
I play, I play
your charade.
I play your whole charade,
looking for escape.
Nightshade
I say I'll stay
and fall in the fray.
And fall where I may.
Nightshade
I pay, I'll play.
I'll pay for what you made,
believe in what you say
till daybreak.
Nightshade
You see my heart break
Monday through Saturday,
for heaven's sake.
Nightshade
I play, I play
your charade.
I play your whole charade,
looking for escape
and awake and awake and awake
and awake and awake and awake
and awake and awake and awake
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23. |
The Call To Arms
05:32
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Despite utopia's golden, godly charms,
the people were just waiting for an urgent call to arms.
Like a phonograph record playing in their heads.
In the runout groove, voices of enemies lying dead.
It's like a song to redeem
A song to remind me.
No matter how it seems,
the call to arms is blinding
After the fall of America,
there was one regret:
that the call to arms
was rarely ever met
with the honest actions
of a people rising up.
Even though no righteousness
ever would have been enough.
Oh, it's like a song to redeem,
a song to remind me.
No matter how it seems,
the call to arms is blinding.
Like the salt in the sea,
like all the fault in me.
Like a wind gone sour.
You know it's not our finest hour.
It's the thrill of might.
It's the wrong of right.
All at the expense
of friends who didn't even want to fight.
Oh, it's like a song to redeem,
a song to remind me.
No matter how it seems,
the call to arms is blinding.
And those kids drinking beers in your garage,
while they may not have a draft to dodge,
they're still gearing up for their epic fail.
I hope they live to tell their gruesome tale,
Oh yeah, this is
a song to redeem,
a song to remind me.
No matter how it seems,
the call to arms is blinding.
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24. |
Mary
05:05
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Rolling through the pain of heart,
that's how mercy's train starts.
And then into the roads.
Who knows how far they may go,
Mary, Mary.
Mary, Mary.
Only the rider with no plans
can see the hill from the plain's spans
or a sun within herself.
In truth she can see nothing else.
Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary
The lone creature in ragged frost
can feel the grip of pain and loss
and how envy binds up the day,
he'd never ever want to say
Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary
Cruel hands the anxious hold
through tests and crimes untold.
But we're learning to let go,
to free the fast into the slow.
Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary
Oh let me take my time this way.
You can take it as you may.
Only you can see the good.
Don't rush through things
as if you should
Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary
Oh Mary, Mary me
Mother of all we need to see.
The loving hand reached to this world.
The patient shoulder holds the squirrel,
through the night, biting and scratching.
Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary
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25. |
Holy Weather
04:07
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Outside the tent,
I am who I am.
Out on nowhere's unending stage,
the wicked wind is my friend.
Not an intruder who pushes in the walls,
no solicitor heard making midnight calls.
Oh no.
By an old volcano, that's where I know peace.
Her mother-earthly halo above will slow the beast.
Her incantations slip past the common ear.
We only know what we thought we heard
of what we think we hear.
Lake Charles, Superior, Champlain--
all wild on the inside.
And here I am in garments, just the same.
Holy weather, its warning and discipline
rolls and rocks me from my rusted hinge.
I'm headed up to North Station
by mountain trail.
My head is pounding,
back bent like a mouse or snail.
The chorus of migrations
enters in so strong,
without an indication
of where they've been so long.
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26. |
Feeling What Is There
05:27
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I'm feeling what is there
I'm feeling just what is there.
When I reach out from my heart into thin air,
I'm feeling what is there.
Staying in the core of my heart,
here in the core of my heart.
Your emptiness won't tear me apart,
it's staying in the core of my heart.
No space for leaving,
I can't hold it in my mind,
You're here when I can hold you all the time.
I look to see you approach in a hesitant way,
and from this feeling, you gently fade away.
And I'm feeling what is there
I'm feeling just what is there.
When I reach out from my heart into thin air,
I'm feeling what is there.
No hold on me can stop the release.
No inaction can become any less brief.
No loving care becomes belief,
no regal tree becomes a leaf.
And it's easy to get a step ahead.
These stepping stones are how our heart is lead.
And it's hard to be the tortoise, not the hare.
We're quick to bail, and slow to feel what's there.
We just go to heal, and then don't feel what's there
We just go to heal, and then don't feel what's there
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27. |
The Voice That Speaks
03:40
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The voice that speaks the truth is the voice that sings
Leading our hearts to heaven
The voice that speaks the truth is the voice that sings
Leading our hearts to heaven
The way you enter, I can see you have a style in mind
I want to be there when you leave your body behind
The voice that speaks the truth is the voice that sings
Leading our hearts to heaven
The voice that speaks the truth is the voice that sings
Leading our hearts to heaven
Hallelujah, that's your song
You like the verses
No one seems to remember
But not because it's long
Well the voice that speaks the truth is the voice that's
Leading our hearts to heaven
The voice that speaks the truth is the voice that sings
Leading our hearts to heaven
Your idea of you is clear
My estimation of you, not even near
I like you, I'll remember you this way
Even though you tell me where I can go today
The voice that speaks to you is the voice that sings
Leading our hearts to heaven
The voice that speaks the truth is the voice that sings
Leading our hearts to heaven
The voice that sings, oh the voice that sings
Is not the one that an angel brings
And the voice that shouts with the heart left out
Is really not much to write about
What to write about?
The voice that speaks the truth is the one that's
Leading our hearts to heaven
The voice that speaks the truth is the terrible voice that's
Leading our hearts to heaven
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28. |
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At first glance, he is awkward
kind of like sap on a tree.
The one who walked through the bleaker snarls,
the ones that would kill the darlings.
No doubt they would be harmed in his sudden hallways.
The population pushing walkers also defers
with chattering pearls to the departing
of the bleakest one in the world.
The bleakest stuff in the world
is not around anymore.
What happened to the sun
to make me miss the bleakest one?
And on the far side of town,
newspapers are torn,
a car door's left open
to accommodate
the cheapest coffin.
The most basic of apartments
went unpainted, that is until today.
And kids run into his yard in darkness,
their chests pounding for fun,
not accounting for the passing
of the bleakest one.
There are no more empty spaces left
since the day, it has begun.
They were the sole belongings
of the bleakest one.
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29. |
Light Of The Sun
05:41
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When in the night
When in the crowd
and you can't tell what dark has done,
Look around
and time allowed,
you might find your answer spun
when the moon is freakin' out.
It's still the light of the sun.
And when the moon is peekin' down
It's still the light of the sun.
Well, you're my best.
You're by my side.
I'm at my best when you're in sight.
When you're at rest, you're still my best.
Are you the source of this moonlight?
when the moon is freakin' out.
It's still the light of the sun.
And when the moon is peekin' down
It's still the light of the sun.
How could I doubt my own sight?
You were always lighting nights.
Making sure we're never scared.
All the lunatics beware,
Cause when the moon is freakin' out.
It's still the light of the sun.
And when the moon is peekin' down
It's still the light of the sun.
When I feel you're out of range,
every moonbeam causes pain.
My going mind twisting blinds
and life is just not quite the same.
But when I keep you in my mind,
your rays make puppets of
everything I feel inside.
You shine above for my love.
For my love.
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
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Julian Cartwright New Jersey
Julian Cartwright is a songwriter, instrumentalist, composer and arranger based in the Philadelphia area. Instagram @julian.cartwright.songs
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