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| 3:42 | 
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We heard the fireworks
Rushed out to watch the sky Happy go lucky 4th of July How can you live in the Northeast How can you live in the South How can you build on the banks of a river When the floodwater pours from the mouth How can you be a Christian How can you be a Jew How can you be a Muslim a Buddhist a Hindu How can you Weak as the winter sun we enter life on earth Names and religion comes just after date of birth And everybody gets a tongue to speak And everyone hears an inner voice A day at the end of the week to wonder and rejoice If the answer is infinite light why do we sleep in the dark How can you live in the Northeast How can you live in the South How can you build on the banks of a river When the floodwater pours from the mouth How can you tap to your body Why do you cover your hand How can you eat from a rice bowl When the holy man only breaks bread ooh We watched the fireworks till they were fireflies Followed a path of stars over the endless skies <Interlude> How can you live in the Northeast How can you live in the South How can you build on the banks of a river When the floodwater pours from the mouth from the mouth <Interlude> Ive been given all I wanted All the three generations of the book Ive harvested and Ive planted Im wearing my fathers old coat |
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| 2. |
| 3:57 |
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Locked in a struggle for the right combination -
Of words in a melody line, I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination. Golden clouds were shuffling the sunshine. But if I ever get back to the twentieth century, Guess I'll have to pay off some debts. Open the book of my vanishing memory, With its catalogue of regrets. Stand up for the deeds I did, and those I didn't do. Sit down, shut up, think about God, And wait for the hour of my rescue. We don't mean to mess things up, But mess them up we do. And then it's "Oh, I'm sorry." Here's a smiling photograph Of love when it was new. At a birthday party. Make a wish and close your eyes: Surprise, surprise, surprise. Early December, and brown as a sparrow, Frost creeping over the pond. I shoot a thought into the future, And it flies like an arrow, through my liftime. And beyond. If I ever come back as a tree, or a crow, Or even the wind-blown dust; Find me on the ancient road In the song when the wires are hushed. Hurry on and remember me, As I'll remember you. Far above the golden clouds, The darkness vibrates. The earth is blue. And everything about it is a love song. Everything about it. Everything about it is a love song. Everything about it. Everything about it is a love song. |
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| 3. |
| 3:25 |
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It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor.
Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure. It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain. It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain. But I'm tired. Nine hundred sit-ups a day. I'm painting my hair the color of mud, mud okay? I'm tired, tired. Anybody care what I say? No! I'm painting my hair the color of mud. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Aw, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? It's outrageous the food they try to serve in a public school. Outrageous, the way they talk to you like you're some kind of clinical fool. It's a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love. It's outrageous I can't stop thinking 'bout the things I'm thinking of. And I'm tired. Nine hundred sit-ups a day. I'm painting my hair the color of mud, mud okay? I'm tired, tired. Anybody care what I say? No! Painting my hair the color of mud. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? God will. Like he waters the flowers on your window sill. Take me. I'm an ordinary player in the key of C. And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity. Who's gonna love you when you're looks are gone? God will. Like he waters the flowers on your window sill. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? |
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| 4. |
| 3:57 |
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I registered to vote today
Felt like a fool Had to do it anyway Down at the high school Thing about the second line You know, felt like a fool? People say it all the time Even when it's true So, who's that conscience sticking on the sole of my shoe? Who's that conscience sticking on the sole of my shoe? Cause it sure don't feel like love A tear drop consists of electrolytes and salt The chemistry of crying is not concerned with blame or fault So, who's that conscience sticking on the sole of my shoe? Who's that conscience sticking on the sole of my shoe? Cause it sure don't feel like love How does it feel? Feels like a threat A voice in your head that you'd rather forget No joke, no joke You get sick from that unspoken Sure don't feel like love No joke, no joke Some chicken and a corn muffin well that feels more like love Yay! Boo! Yay! Boo! Wrong again, wrong again Maybe I'm wrong again Wrong again Maybe I'm wrong again Wrong again I could be wrong again I remember once in August 1993 I was wrong, and I could be wrong again I remember one of my best friends turned enemy So, I was wrong, and I could be wrong again I remember once in a load-out, down in Birmingham Yeah, but that didn't feel like love Sure don't feel like, sure don't feel like, sure don't feel like love Sure don't feel like, sure don't feel like, sure don't feel like love It sure. Don't feel Like love |
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| 5. |
| 4:50 |
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Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,
Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now, Gone like a memory from the day before the fires. People hungry for the voice of God Hear lunatics and liars Wartime prayers, wartime prayers In every language spoken, For every family scattered and broken. Because you cannot walk with the holy, If you're just a halfway decent man. But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind With a genious marketing plan. I'm trying to tap into some wisdom, Even a little drop would do. I want to rid my heart of envy And cleanse my soul of rage Before I feel. Times are hard, hard times, But everybody knows all about hard times. The thing is, what are you gonna do? Will you cry? And try to muscle through? And try to rearrange your stuff? But when the wounds are deep enough, And it's all that we can bear, We wrap ourselves in prayer. Because you cannot walk with the holy, If you're just a halfway decent man. But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind With a genious marketing plan. I'm trying to tap into some wisdom, Even a little drop would do. I want to rid my heart of envy And cleanse my soul of rage Before I'm through. A mother murmurs in twilight sleep And draws her babies closer. With hush-a-bies for sleepy eyes, And kisses on the shoulder. To drive away despair She sends a wartime prayer. |
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| 6. |
| 3:08 |
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Snowman sittin' in the sun
doesn't have time to waste He had a little bit too much fun Now his head's erased Back in the house, family of three Two doin' the laundry and one in the nursery We brought a brand new baby back from Bangladesh Thought we'd name her Emily She's beautiful. Beautiful... Yes, sir, head's erased, brain's a bowl of jelly Hasn't hurt his sense of taste Judging from his belly But back in the house, family of four now Two doin' the laundry and two on he kitchen floor We brought a brand new baby back from mainland China Sailed across the China Sea She's beautiful. Beautiful... Go-kart sittin' in the shade You don't need a ticket to ride It's summertime, summertime Slip down a water slide Little kid dancin' in the grass Legs like rubber band It's summertime, summertime There's a line at the candy stand Keep an eye on them children Eye on them children in the pool You better keep an eye on them children Eye on them children in the pool We brought a brand new baby back from Kosovo That was nearly seven years ago He cried all night, could not sleep His eyes were bright, dark and deep beautiful.. Beautiful... |
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| 7. |
| 4:10 |
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Acts of kindness, like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest
Lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness But I don't believe, and I'm not consoled I lean closer to the fire, but I'm cold The earth was born in a storm The waters receded, the mountains were formed "The universe loves a drama," you know And ladies and gentlemen this is the show I got a call from my broker The broker informed me I'm broke I was dealing my last hand of poker My cards were useless as smoke Oh, guardian angel Don't taunt me like this, on a clear summer evening as soft as a kiss My children are laughing, not a whisper of care My love is brushing her long chestnut hair I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim Then vanish like mist as though life were a whim Maybe the heart is part of the mist And that's all that there is or could ever exist Maybe and maybe and maybe some more Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for I got a call from my broker The broker said he was mistaken Maybe some virus or brokerage joke And he hopes that my faith isn't shaken Acts of kindness Like rain in a draught Release the spirit with a whoop and a shout I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock To pantomime prayers with the hands of a clock |
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| 5:22 |
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On the morning of her wedding day
When no one was awake She drove across the border Leaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cake Her mother's tears, her breakfast order She's gone, gone, gone There is a moment, a chip in time When leaving home is the lesser crime When your eyes are blind with tears But your heart can see Another life, another galaxy That night her dreams are storm-tossed as a willow She hears the clouds She sees the eye of a hurricane As it sweeps across her island pillow But she's gone, gone, gone There is a moment, a chip in time When leaving home is the lesser crime When your eyes are blind with tears But your heart can see Another life, another galaxy |
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| 9. |
| 3:56 |
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Once upon a time there was an ocean. But now it's a mountain range. Something unstoppable set into motion. Nothing is different, but everthing's changed.
It's a dead end job, and you get tired of sittin'. And it's a like a nicotine habit you're always thinking about quittin'. I think about quittin' every day of the week. When I look out my window it's brown and it's bleak. Outta here. How am I gonna get outta here? I'm thinking outta here. When am I gonna get outta here? And when will I cash in my lottery ticket, and bury my past with my burdens and strife? I want to shake every limb in the garden of Eden, and make every lover the love of my life. I figure that once upon a time I was an ocean. But now I'm a mountain range. Somthing unstoppable set into motion. Nothing is different, but everything's changed. Found a room in the heart of the city, down by the bridge. Hot plate and TV and beer in the fridge. But I'm easy, I'm open-that's my gift. I can flow with the traffic, I can drift with the drift. Home again? Naw, never going home again. Think about home again? I never think about home. But then comes a letter from home, the handwriting's fragile and strange. Something unstoppable set into motion. Nothing is different, but everthing's changed. The light through the stained glass was cobalt and red. And the frayed cuffs and collars were mended by haloes of golden thread. The choir sang, "Once Upon A TIme There Was An Ocean." And all the old hymns and family names came fluttering down as leaves of emotion. As nothing is different, but everthing's changed. |
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| 10. |
| 4:43 |
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Well I'll just skip the boring parts chapters one, two, three
And get to the place where you can read my face and my biography Here I am, I'm eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee There I go, it's my graduation I'm picking up a bogus degree That's me Early me. That's me Well I never cared much for the money And money never cared for me I was more like a land-locked sailor Searching for the emerald sea Just searching for the emerald sea, boys, searching for the sea Oh my God First love opens like a flower power But tricky skies, your eyes are true The future is beauty and sorrow Still, I wish that we could run away and live the life we used to If just for tonight and tomorrow I am walking up the face of the mountain Counting every step I climb Remembering the names of the constellations Forgotten is a long, long time That's me I'm in the valley of twilight Now I'm on the continental shelf That's me I'm answering a question I am asking of myself |
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| 11. |
| 4:11 |
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If you leap awake
In the mirror of a bad dream And for a fraction of a second You can't remember where you are Just open your window And follow your memory upstream To the meadow in the mountain Where we counted every falling star I believe a light that shines on you Will shine on you forever And though I cant guarantee There's nothing scary hiding under your bed I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard of a Golden Retriever And never leave till I leave you With a sweet dream in your bed Chorus: I'm gonna watch you shine Gonna watch you grow Gonna paint a sign So you'll always know As long as one and one is two wooo There could never be a father who loved His daughter more than I love you Trust your intuition It's just like goin fishin' You cast your line and hope you get a bite You don't need to waste your time Worryin' about the market place Trying to help the human race Strugglin to survive its harshest hour chorus x2 |
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