1. |
Eisenhower Moon
03:32
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Is this still a good place to be?
If it feels the same,
how will we know,
if its breaking down,
if its breaking down?
And will I still find you there?
In the stone and wire,
the disconnect,
that gets me nowhere,
that gets me nowhere.
Yesterday's way,
tells me more,
say what you've said before.
Tell me what you need to see,
half sadness and half fury.
Beautiful at any age,
Eisenhower Moon, hovering,
like a weight on the day,
like a weight on the day.
Tell me what you need to see?
Half sadness and half fury.
Yesterday's way tells me more,
say what you said before.
Will I still find you there?
Will I still find you there?
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2. |
LLL
03:57
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I wanted you to stay,
on that sun drenched holiday,
two visions on the fly,
only you and I.
Those replicas remind,
hollowed out in daydream time,
on that shadowless drive
beneath the empty sky.
Those were happy times.
Forget the few,
those quiet fires
had nothing on you,
and we almost lost our minds,
In the bottle's shine.
Those were happy times.
Like, love, lust
sometimes you have to kill
the one you trust.
But we could only try...
Oh, those those were happy times,
Oh so happy,
Those were happy times,
Oh so happy.
Somewhere out there,
someone's breaking down
the barricade,
and beneath a halo of flame,
someone else becomes the slave.
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3. |
You Might Walk Away
02:49
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At the reservoir following,
A narrow path of light.
What keeps us coming back for more,
Is always out of sight.
And raindrops fall on broken glass,
on a tender patch of grass,
and from the ashes of the crash,
where all things rest, but nothing lasts.
Cold raindrops fall,
See the wonder of it all,
cold raindrops fall.
And you might walk away.
Don't you wish that someone wanted
You that way today?
A catastrophic blunder,
from which you might walk away?
Cold raindrops fall,
see the wonder of it all?
Cold raindrops fall.
Something from you I’ve taken,
I have taken.
Something from you I’ve taken.
And you might walk away,
You might walk away.
The tendency is to be let go,
before you come undone,
and someday soon they'll light up the woods,
and you'll see , you're not the only one.
Cold raindrops fall,
See the wonder of it all?
Cold raindrops fall.
And you might walk away,
And you might walk away,
And you might walk away,
And you might walk.
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4. |
The Air Is Thin
04:19
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When nobody listens to you,
does your heart remain,
with the unsettled few
that are true?
Oh the air is thin,
oh the air is thin,
for you my love.
Something,
is happening here again,
stay where you are,
stay where you are
til the end.
Oh the air is thin,
Oh the air is thin,
for you my love.
Oh to let go,
of all that you know,
first you will need to be free.
Oh the air is thin,
oh the air is thin,
for you my love.
And the child,
that follows you in,
keeps you awake,
pressing wet leaves to your skin.
Oh the air is thin,
oh the air is thin,
for you my love.
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5. |
Spectral Beings
04:13
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Some came here before us
And others still arrive
Some stand behind
The unmarked signs
Recognized from time to time
And everything is up for grabs
The spectral being's stark raving mad
In the tender part of the hologram
The lights went off and came on again
And I held you on the chordless line
Everything spinning inside
The underling that does without
The lethal punch that knocks you out
What binds us, we're all borrowing
And what was left, we've traded in
And who has the kindest face?
And where is the one I've loved so long?
So long...
So long...
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6. |
How Will We Know
05:24
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Kind light, find me
Inside, baby cries
Following the sound, in time
Mama please, stay with me
How will we know,
How will we know,
How will we know?
Stranger, lost in my garden
Blind and dumb, body's broken
Say, say, his name to me,
How will we know
How will we know
How will we know
How will we know?
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7. |
Hard Not To Believe
04:35
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It's hard not to believe,
The tender heart
will fool you so,
overflowing matter.
I am naked, out of reach,
silent and complete.
But it hangs, constantly
this division, inside me.
It's hard not to believe.
Those floating clouds
up on the ridge,
are hungry ghosts in waiting,
and the one that I'm beholden to's
relentless glow has faded.
Sit down for the feast,
oh, the one's who need it least,
It's hard not to believe.
I was born to be loved in
The golden age of chatter.
That endless rope, it pulls me where,
the tender-hearted gather.
Sit down for the feast,
Oh, the one's who need it least,
It's hard not to believe.
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8. |
Aftermath
03:27
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Walk us through,
All the remnants of the aftermath,
The stakes where high I knew
But i could not stop
Two aimless arrows fell
And I motioned you,
said this was nothing that
two friends wouldn't do
Captured in the afternoon
It's better not to give yourself away,
give yourself away, away too soon.
So, sing us your praises,
It is without regret,
some say there's too much love
We just haven't found ours yet
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9. |
Station Grey
05:03
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Station grey,
are you still waiting,
for the children,
to tumble away?
Walk us through,
fields undivided,
feel the weightless
return back to you.
Down in the valley,
I've not lost a thing,
down here in the valley,
where the mission bells ring.
Two by two,
the lights shine,
in the orchard.
Ask me why I'd
stand in for you?
And I once knew,
The feel of a body,
satisfied, oh so satisfied.
When nobody's watching
will you please be kind?
When nobody's watching
Will it be your way or mine?
Station grey,
Are you still waiting,
For the children,
To tumble away?
Down in the valley,
I've not lost a thing,
down here in the valley,
where the mission bells ring.
Station grey
Station grey
Station grey
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10. |
I Like The Sound
03:51
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11. |
Morning, It Comes
06:07
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Morning it comes,
with the good things
the day brings,
a new light
to help mend last night.
And baby I know,
this love is a feature,
lost on us creatures so small.
And who are the ones,
That're getting what they need,
dressed for this cold century?
Record me your heart,
so that I can do my part,
with ribbons of concerned melody.
Oh, I saw your love,
Oh, I saw your love
Morning, it comes,
with the good things
The day brings,
a new light,
To help mend last night.
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Oh, the open halls of the soul
I wouldn't be surprised,
if we never sang this song again,
no, I wouldn't be surprised,
if we never sang this song again.
Only music sets my soul free,
my hearts a gem,
wrapped up in your song again.
Hear the branches break beneath the tree?
Oh, what will will I do,
if I stop loving you?
Oh, the open halls of the soul,
I wouldn't be suprised,
if we never sang this song again.
Oh the open halls of the soul,
I wouldn't be surprised,
if we never sang this song again,
No, I wouldn't be surprised,
if we never sang this song again.
The ocean beaches will all be washed away,
I must let you go,
you show me so most everyday.
Damaged stars fall silent to the sea,
oh, the lonely life of a fool,
of a fool like me.
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Jesse Sykes And The Sweet Hereafter Seattle, Washington
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