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Harold and Parade
06:36
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Herald and parade where did you take my friend?
The curve made by your words
Solute to the leutenanent of the new modern age
like heckle and jeer at the trim and tan
Mama said that summer was a dead summer
Found some things under a bridge “I pity yer asses, us’s”
Fine pines for the sword and spear
A little finger split and a broken over there
“Come down here and say that”
I appraise your scope, the light in the sand you spread.
We are what you are thinking of
savage was a man and gore his occupation
A garden hemmed in a feckless faith
you are proof if need be built within me
mired in baseless conflict,
a period of waiting flamed, subdued by his patience shortly drawing USS his name is mooring
over there over there.
Come down here and say that.
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2. |
Bone Scraper
04:33
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Tugging at tomorrows sleeve.
A cool December breeze rolling in.
A crown is leading to a guillotine.
What are we worshipping here.
Bone Scraper, tell by the shoes you wear.
Bone scraper you know.
Bone scraper leads to the hanging tree.
Bone scraper you know.
You’ve made your rain bed, now sleep in.
Now sleep in it.
(Y’all got to try that you would really enjoy that)
A crown is leading to a guillotine.
What are we worshiping here.
Bone scraper, tell by the shoes you wear
Bone scraper you know.
Bone scraper, leads to the hanging tree
Bone scraper you know. You know you know you know
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3. |
Fail to See
03:07
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I fail to see the difference in
What you lost when you began
And what you gained by staying till the end
I’m afraid to ask why you’re still here
The answer just might terrify me
Your conductors baton spun wildly and splintered as it fell.
With grace sufficient to answer my earlier questions
Just then up ahead
A man did turn the corner
I was at a funeral for my friend
And he was just another mourner
Nothing to whatever
Give me all I need
And take nothing from me
You were gunning for some strange revenge
So we fell right in
I was playing second violent violin
We would harmonize in good deed and sin
There’s no shame in standing in the rain if mud’s where you began
You’re depth at once astounded me and pulled me further in
With grace sufficient to answer my previous questions
Just then up ahead
I man did turn the corner
I was at a funeral for my friend
And he was just another mourner
Nothing to whatever
Give me all I need
And take nothing from me
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4. |
Western Dream Sheet
07:08
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I don’t wanna sleep in forever
Just long enough to see this dream through
Lately lady, it’s around here that I’ve been finding you.
Catch me at night cap
Loosened up and mumbling the blues
Aching to wake you.
and pick up right where we woke up/left off
We could do it all again
In the sunroom or the den we could see just how it ends
At first I was the arborist and you became the architect, roles were switching back and forth then
Sharks and beady eyed piranhas that we bought from the Iwanna
Companions for some future voyage
The cactus and the scorpion had hindered my way up till then
And then your el Camino rolled in
Red with racing stripes, desert faded hood and lights
You said you had to meet a man
And I played some part in your plans
The car was filling with your smoke
The eagles on the stereo…
Familiar with my destination a bar the locals called The Station. A watering hole for the wondering.
The miles seemed to go nowhere, window open sky was clear.
Your cigarette was always burning
You passed the exit for the bluff I felt a panic in my gut, I saw what we were fast approaching
Natives dressed in ceremonial garb
From his nest the eagle saw it all
My driver knelt at the feet of the chief
And said he brought something special for the feast.
Sleep took me too far, i miss when you were just who you are
Aching to wake me, on the cool sheets till I rouse
We could do it all again
In the sunroom or the den I don’t care that this one ends
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5. |
Else
05:54
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No option of being something else
Foretaste, looking down the line
See your own load lowering itself
Sin chain loops, melting into wine
Cerulean circles round your eyes
By the city gates he still resides
Affairs have been arranged for His return
Burn by the world yeah I was by the water all day today
Can’t you hear it, all of them, so resigned
Come now run down feel a bit inclined
Lashes batting lids wrinkled to a wire
Creased and folding all around her eyes
The bluish browns the painted clowns
The solemn myths the eucharist
The vaunted halls
The bellows call,a high heel cracks an orphan laughs
His treasure packed in separate bags
To go there by and by to the sweetest yet
Leaning in the door frame,Creased the spine of spurgeon
Morning and evening, morning and evening
Day of organization, hands laid on with meaning
Daily habits and rituals, like borders or a creek side
Hem me in and keep my values like a vessel upright
Solo?
The ditch is full of water still from yesterday‘s rain
Push of pollen green and all a haze
MT’s leaving clouds where we ripped around
Shaking off the dust of a weary drought
The bending field the failing yield
A cloven hoof of bovine wolf
Across a land, a certain plan
A set of years, you cannot say and still remain
And option for (Rourke B.)
Freeman’s chance to say who they’d like to lead
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6. |
Sunday
08:39
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Most day I awake unsure of the state of it all
Some days I wake feeling weight of it all
One day I’ll arise, see with new eyes, locked into step head to the crease and with awe take it all in just for once
Sunday you can’t come soon enough
Like rain on a dry plain or water in a trough
Sunday stay here all week long
I’ll miss you before you’ve gone
Though we pray and though we wait
We just can’t get enough of the seventh day
The day I arose welcomed and whole to the task
Wrapped in white robes atune to the vision at last
Fell at the sea waves to my knees. see all at once it fades and it’s done
And in awe take it all in just for once
Sunday you can’t come soon enough
Like rain on a dry plain or water in a trough
Sunday stay here all week long
I’ll miss you before you’ve gone
Though we pray and though we wait
We can never get enough of the seventh day
Leading them back resting fun the fact that you have lasted
Sunday you can’t come soon enough
Like a trumpeter before the gates sure of his melody and wide awake to raise the dead
You take your beating well you don’t dispel the facts as they are laid like stones befor you
Secure of self but so unsure of fate
You thread the needle and walk the line that separates
It’s not he who falls but he who rises up, testaments born to.
Backfill those bad ideas with intentions not good
But well enough to seem
When captured in your gaze, on that seventh day
Good enough for me
Venus with her teeth around a can
A camel through a needle eye is easier than a man
To enter the kingdom of which is at hand
Excellent shot colornel
One day I’ll arise and see through new eyes
Locked unit step we’ll head to the crest
And in awe take it all in just for once
Sunday you can’t come soon enough
Like rain on a dry plain or water in a ttrough
Sunday stay here all week long
I’ll miss you before you’ve gone
Though we pray and though we wait
We can never get enough of the seventh day
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7. |
Unified Ensemble
07:08
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You’ve been busy selling paper moons
On the side of road
Seeing shadows where there are none
And the Spirit often swirls above them
And it take and effort past exhaustion
There must be hidden promissory notes
And words of adulation
Boiling just below my skin
Occulent and undulating
And it requires an endeavor past endurance
You’ve got no shot at such occurrence
Petulant and beaming down
Creases fold to waves and lunar sea scapes
Casting shadows when there’s no sun
You’re in orbit round the big one
And you tape a paper moon above your window
If won’t shake the feeling if it could though
Woe be gone. In this forever place
Resides a tune that’s never ceasing
Live in light that’s always calling
A paper moon towards you falling
And it’s shape turns to now resemble
Every face in a unified ensemble
Now having become masters of self destruction
Yet holding responsible the one who desires our completion.
And it’s shape turns to now resemble
Every face in a unified ensemble
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8. |
Far Side of Sedation
05:56
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Your face and the lines around your eyes
Are there in place of words to tell me how you’re feeling
Be there a crease, be there a furrow, or a wrinkling if the brow. Your eyes can send me reeling
As you lay with me in fear and in warmth
It really transports me and sets me in my place place
Place your hands upon my shoulder
Now when I see you expire
It’s not from lack of worth
Your shadows leave me inspired
Stained, the scent of disdain lingers a while
It’s acrid and exceedingly vile
The girl with the beast on her back
Amd the boy with her eyes
They really transform me and and move me in a way way away from all your worldly remedies we don’t need them
Here now.
Now I see you’ve traced your favorite parts from all the scenes
And since we’re finally at that place it feel quite like a dream
Worldly significance is worthless in the economy of God
Now that you’ve fully realised the extent of both the tenets and the subtle true ambition
If not for you, and by extension him, undoubtedly we’d crest and topple off the far side of sedation elation, place your hand upon my shoulder.
Your face and the lines around your eyes are there in place of words, to tell me how you’re feeling.
As you whisper sweet, and crushing rebukes, of the duty and the fury of my station, elation, as eyes gaze down upon the wilderness and the task at hand and feet.
Now I see you’ve traced your favorite parts from all the scenes
And since we’re finally at that place it feel quite like a dream.
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9. |
Footfalls
07:14
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I was hardly there then
And you were loose with your words when
Often as they came around sure
enough you had a use for them.
All too soon they gather at your feet
My foot falls on a tambourine
That’s laying right in front of me
There’s something only I can see
You’re rising from a circle of steel
Gentle to condemn and sweet enough freeze a hot snow. “Come let’s see what these sweet creatures do!”
Never did expect a French style revolution.
Arab spring at most and even then I hesitated
Dial in precisely how you’d like
Your frustrations meted out tonight
An image may result from these thoughts
Don’t get caught crying In sunset eyes I’ve come alive
your words land like the soft blows of a child
Proof of no real malice only guile
Take longer to get to Am bit, winding shit
Turnabout is fair play, but your ways are out of season.
For how long and how late the line of something leading.
Scent of sense and a low grade humming
Present tense, riding on a voice of a new river running
Tide, tired of new talk,
you, you shouldn’t say that such
Wade and take a soft walk
I see the shadow of a cloud
hanging low right there on my wall
Start in fits and always stall
An image comes to mind from it all
Don’t get caught cryin in the sunset eyes you’ll come alive
There is something only I can see
You are rising from a circle of steel
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10. |
Time Under Tension
06:41
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I couldn’t stop myself from telling you that.
Choose to never stop to.
You have an end now.
I couldn’t hesitate to lose track of that
You when stepped over
Reckless ambition and unbridled faith
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