1. |
Hushed By Devotion
08:22
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Everything you know so well
is bound by hushed devotion,
and in the shapes we used to be,
I remember asking;
"Why mirror all that moves,
Just to soothe
the one who's lacking"?
Leave me as I am today,
bound by only one thing.
Search for warmth out on the fray,
yes, I remember wanting,
two hearts so aligned,
they'd reach
and never resign.
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2. |
Marble Son
04:13
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Oh Marble Son, why can’t I love you more?
I wish I’d found you beautiful before.
When I was young, I’d have most anyone,
but I only loved what was to come undone,
come undone.
Oh, Marble Son….
who stands beside you?
They say we are the trees; we're in the air,
We are the land, the ocean, and the moon;
We are despair…
and the happiness, that lingers, everywhere.
Will we ever be ourselves again?
Worried minds in need of silencing?
I do not wish to be free,
but I know….
it’s what needs to be.
Oh Marble Son, why can’t I love you more?
I wish I’d found you beautiful before.
Oh, before….
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3. |
Come To Mary
04:31
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Come to Mary; she don’t mind.
Come to Mary; she don’t mind.
Because everybody gets to have their time,
come to Mary; she don’t mind.
To everybody left behind,
to everybody left behind;
the world feels wicked,
but I’m feeling fine.
To everybody left behind…
I’m the one who cannot let go;
how I long to stand beside her golden glow.
Come to Mary; she don’t mind.
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4. |
Servant of Your Vision
04:39
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Every day I wade through muddy waters deep.
Without this wanting, will I soon be free?
It’s hard to know,
harder not to know.
And if you lose yourself to love just once more,
is the servant of your vision at the door?
He’s brought shadows for your flowers….
In the absence of fear,
beauty will appear,
though this beauty is not mine.
It’s hard to love,
harder not to love,
Everything that’s ever come before,
as the universe exhales just once more,
in time for recovery.
It’s always winter inside every heart of gold;
for summer hearts are just longing for the cold.
Heat for the young,
winter for the old...
Soul, whose grown tired of his skin,
who generates the warmth to rise again.
And, if you lose yourself to love just once more,
will the servant of your vision kick down the door,
and bring shadows for your flowers?
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5. |
Ceiling's High
04:24
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Talk to me;
the ghost still needs to breathe,
and sing precious melodies into the air.
Ceiling’s high,
and the devil he never came,
but he still shouts out your name,
among the missing,
the estranged,
oh, the missing,
the estranged.
Oh, he knows;
he can’t keep you satisfied,
offering delights to ease the longing.
Overripe,
listen to the children sing,
while precious offerings
are laid upon
your head and feet,
"do you love them,
because they are weak"?
Night it came,
following behind,
"I love them because they’re mine"
and there’s a ceiling,
it’s just been hung,
for a daughter and a son.
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6. |
Be It Me, Or Be It None
04:21
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Are you the one who sees?
Are you the one who knows,
why we ask ourselves,
why we ask ourselves,
if the feeling’s real?
Be it me or be it none,
for now.
Be it you or be it me,
somehow…
somehow…
There’s nothing left back here,
for the silent one who stands,
I will disappear.
I look inside; I’m loving what I thought I saw.
I look inside; I’m loving what I thought I saw.
Ahhh…
Be it me or be it none,
for now.
Be it you or be it me,
somehow…
somehow…
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7. |
Pleasuring The Divine
05:18
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I was longing to be near
the changing sea,
with repetitious praise
and symphonic reverie.
Where I could lose you to a word,
eternal and reserved.
Where I could meld into your side,
until the mystery’s satisfied.
I thought of all we loved,
and what love wanted of our lives.
And through a stand of ancient pine,
we kissed each other’s wives.
Forever we will spy.
Forever we will hide.
Inside the heart of every child,
plucked, from the bitter vine,
life’s seemingly sublime.
And what more is a man
expected to give?
When he’s pleasuring the Divine?
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8. |
Weight of Cancer
06:02
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9. |
Birds of Passerine
03:50
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You dream the Birds Of Passerine
Where night calls past, every day serene.
You're free, from the muck caught in the mire,
born of light, stillborn of desire.
Some, some they get away,
while others, they find the will to stay.
And some thrive, but are left unsatisfied.
The world won't let you go, no, the world won't let you go.
And still we had to cry,
for the space you occupied.
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10. |
Your Own Kind
06:37
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Does he understand your heart, girl,
really understand your heart?
It’s a rare, rare find,
to be cared for by your own kind.
To live a life completely,
to have lived a life complete,
you must first let go,
of everything that you know,
you must let go.
And, those heavenly creatures,
they call out;
“We are too young to be troubled by this doubt”.
Do you understand your heart now?
Really understand your heart?
It’s a rare, rare kind,
that isn’t troubled by his own mind,
a rare, rare kind….
And, those heavenly creatures,
they call out;
“We are too young to be troubled by this doubt”.
Oh, by this doubt!
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11. |
Wooden Roses
05:34
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Take care of me,
behind a doorway of wooden roses,
where nobody goes,
where nobody,
no body goes.
Fell into the sea,
suspended and broken hearted,
how I longed for the shore,
where love it is,
a song,
and nothing more.
Coiled and refrained,
from the darkness a silver sermon,
collects me from the pain.
Shall I ask for more,
shall I,
ask for more?
When love came to me,
it brought a sweetness that’s not been found,
in the hollow ground,
where time it is,
so tall,
and that is all.
Time it is,
so tall,
and that is all.
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Jesse Sykes And The Sweet Hereafter Seattle, Washington
"Spellbound music, rapt in fatalism and sorrow"-Jon Pareles, The New York Times.
Currently working on a new record!
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