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| 4:32 | 
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You won a prize for that,
for telling lies like that So well that I believed it. And I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of Noah's dove. Choir boys and angels stole your lips and your halo. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger to it you're no stranger. In that August breeze of those forgotten trees, your time was set for leaving, come a colder season. In your reckless mind, you act as if you抳e got more lives In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom. Very, so very wise. Don't reveal it. I'm tired, tired of knowing where it is you're going. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for your love of danger to it you're no stranger. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom |
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| 2. |
| 3:41 |
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These Are Days
These are These are days you’ll remember Never before and never since, I promise Will the whole world be warm as this And as you feel it, You’ll know it’s true That you – you are blessed and lucky It’s true – that you Are touched by something That will grow and bloom in you These are days you’ll remember When May is rushing over you With desire to be part of the miracles You see in every hour You’ll know it’s true That you are blessed and lucky It’s true that you are touched By something that will grow and bloom in you These are days – These are the days you might fill With laughter until you break These days you might feel A shaft of light Make its way across your face And when you do You’ll know how it was meant to be See the signs and know their meaning You’ll know how it was meant to be Hear the signs and know they’re speaking To you, to you |
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| 3. |
| 4:09 |
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Eden
we are the roses in the garden beauty with thorns among our leaves to pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed but what is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? it must be for something more than vanity believe me, the truth is we're not honest not the people that we dream we're not as close as we could be willing to grow but rains are shallow barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison and in that time kind words alone will teach us no bitterness will reach us reason will be guided in another way all in time... but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden in our paradise is there still time? |
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| 4. |
| 3:16 |
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Few and Far Between
times are far between, and few I bet we can look upon our lives without regret of all the things I have done you think I'm proud of everyone without exception? 'til you make your peace with yesterday you'll never build a future I swear by what I say whatever penance you'll do decide what it's worth to you and then respect it however long it will take to weather your mistakes why not accept it? my hands, for now, are tied I'm a body frozen I'm a will that's paralyzed when will you ever set aside your pain and misery? no matter how I beg no matter how I wish or plead you'll never be more than alive you'll never do more than survive until you expect it do you want to build a world with our lives? you better soon decide or you can forget it. my hands, for now, are tied I'm a body frozen I'm a will that's paralyzed 'til you drop that heavy baggage you're dragging behind there won't be room for us to both go this ride |
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| 5. |
| 4:21 |
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Stockton Gala Days
that summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy wild apple blossoms everywhere emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know that summer fields grow high we made garland crowns in hiding pulled stems of flowers from my hair blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as bold as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know you'll never know... violet serene like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know you'll never know... that summer fields grow high we had wildflower fever we had to lay down where they grow how I've learned to hide, how I've locked inside you'd be surprised if shown but you'll never, you'll never know |
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| 6. |
| 3:26 |
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Gold Rush Brides
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads. Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains. Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces. The land was free and the price was right. Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly. Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family. I see indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history. Who were the homestead wives? Who were the gold rush brides? Does anybody know? Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote? The land was free, yet it cost their lives. In miner's lust for gold. A family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece. A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully. In letters mailed back home her eastern sisters they would moan As they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief. |
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| 7. |
| 4:03 |
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Jezebel
to think of my task is chilling to know I was carefully building the mask I was wearing for two years, swearing I'd tear it off I've sat in the dark explaining to myself that I'm straining too hard for feelings I ought to find easily called myself Jezebel I don't believe before I say that the vows we've made weigh like a stone in my heart family is family, don't let this tear us apart you lie there, an innocent baby I feel like the thief who is raiding your home entering and breaking and taking in every room I know your feelings are tender inside you the embers still glow but I'm a shadow, I'm only a bed of blackened coal call myself Jezebel for wanting to leave I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you I'm just saying we've mistaken one for thousands of words and for that mistake I've caused you such pain that I damn that word! I've no more ways to hide that I'm a desolate and hollow place inside I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you I'm not saying love's a plaything no, it's a powerful word inspired by strong desire to bind myself to you how I wish that we never had tried to be man and his wife to weave our lives into a blindfold over both our eyes |
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| 8. |
| 3:42 |
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"My, how you've grown."
I remember that phrase from my childhood days too "Just wait and see." I remember those words and how they chided me, when patient was the hardest thing to be. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let these memories provide. No little girl can stop her world to wait for me. I should have known. At your age, in a string of days the year is gone. But in that space of time, it takes so long. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let those memories provide. No little girl can stop her world to wait for me. Every time we say goodbye you're frozen in my mind as the child that you never will be, you never will be again. I'll never be more to you than a stranger could be. Every time we say goodbye you're frozen in my mind as a child that you never will be, will be again. |
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| 9. |
| 3:08 |
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Candy Everybody Wants
if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want hey, hey, give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy well, hey, give 'em what they want if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy well... who do you want to blame? hey, hey, give 'em what they want if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy eell... who do you want to blame? |
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| 10. |
| 4:16 |
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Tolerance
The still and silence is torn with violence A loud breaking sound in the night is made Hear it grow, hear it fade. The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing is the hate that parades up and down our streets coming within bounds and within reach Now, inside the place we hide away we hear it near and hope it turns away Turn away ... There's something seething in the air we're breathing We learn slash and burn is the method to use Set a flame, burn it new We're overpowered We kneel, we cower, we cover our heads Feel the threat of blows that will come and the damage that will be done in its wake Now, inside this place we hide away We hear it near although it's miles away We hear it near and hope it turns away Turn away ... This house divided, we live inside it Hate's dwelling place is behind our door in fitful nights Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it moans and drags along its ball and chain as it moves through this house it can't escape Now inside this place we hide away We hear it near and hope it turns away Turn away .... |
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| 11. |
| 3:27 |
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Circle Dream
I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round and in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet a volume, a sphere that was the earth that was the moon that did revolve around my room I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round and in that circle was a maze a terrible spiral to be lost in blind in my fear I was escaping just by feel but at every turn my way was sealed I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round and in that circle was a face her eyes looked upon me with fondness her warmth coming near calling me "sweetness" calling me "dear" but I whispered, "no, I can't rest here" I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round |
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| 3:05 |
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If You Intend
if you intend to live again open your eyes and don't pretend you're feeling there's nothing worth believing if you persist you'll die like this and wither in the midst of your first season cut down with no reason how can you be so near and not see everything? if you intend to live again take the outstretched hand of the one that needs you it's been so long, we've missed you why do you intend to speed your end lye in the dark and let your limbs grow weaker sinking low then deeper? how can you be so near and not see everything? feel what might be see what I see again and again and again say you don't you say you don't, but you will |
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| 13. |
| 3:25 |
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( Merchant )
( bassoons: Kim Laskowski & Atsuko Sato ) It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind. He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there. But I'm not the man. He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat... and silence me. On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify. His own confession was a prosecutor's prize, made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies. But I'm not the man. He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes. As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!" and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free. Call out the KKK, they're wild after me. And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, they'd love to serve me up my final meal. Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? Who struck this devil's deal? |
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