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Abandon all those precious things.
one soul now Carry only what twilight brings. one soul now Watch the colour drain from the sky. one soul now Stillness settles, glides on by. one soul now I don't understand how these things move the way they do. Collide the way they do. Feel the way they do. When we touch the way we do. Fireflies drift on a midnight fog. one soul now Twinkling gifts from a puzzling god. one soul now Journey out into the fields. one soul now Crane our necks and watch us wheel. on soul now I don't understand how these things move the way they do. Collide the way they do. Feel the way they do. When we touch the way we do. Feel the weight of all those slings one soul now Carrying only what twilight brings one soul now |
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Of all the lives to live why this one?
Filled with could-have-been. No fun. Countless nights of anxious frustrations. Of all the lives to live why this one? Of all the souls to meet why these two? One, old and dark, furious as a shrugging ocean. The other, shiny, fresh as a winter morning. Of all the souls to meet why these two? Another night in bed with you Another day beside you gone. Slipping softly off to sleep You say, "do you ever wonder why this one?" A dusty simple-minded piece of fiction. Strange and odd, twisted as a contradiction. A glittering jewel of flaws and celebration. Another night in bed with you Another day beside you gone. Slipping softly off to sleep You say, "do you ever wonder why this one?" You say, "do you ever wonder why this one?" You say, "do you ever wonder why this one?" Why this one, why this one, why this one? |
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Betrayed? It's the question
That I am asking. Or just a lucky one deceived by too much love. Confused. Is the issue. I'm in need of high rescue. Another lucky one stunned by too much love. My wild child She's my salvaged shipwreck. My wild child she's my stone. My wild child She's my constant reminder. My wild child she's my home. Lost. Is the place Where I'm hammering stakes. Sign says, "A lucky one done in by too much love." Saved. Is the state That we are told was graced. He was just a lucky one betrayed by too much love. My wild child She's my salvaged shipwreck. My wild child she's my stone. My wild child She's my constant reminder. My wild child she's my home. Life. Is the riddle Of which we're caught in the middle. A couple of lucky ones Tangled up in too much love. My wild child She's my salvaged shipwreck. My wild child she's my stone. My wild child She's my constant reminder. My wild child she's my home. My wild child brings me home. |
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To Hunting Ground from City.
That's where my baby took me with her smile. To Hunting Ground from City. I never thought that I'd have to retrace those miles. It's been a while since I've seen that smile Appear upon her face And now I find I'm slowly drifting back From Hunting Ground to City. To Hunting Ground from City. Our daughters eyes they took us for a ride. To Hunting Ground from City. Cat's eyes sparkling, blue eyes in my mind. We said goodbye under a drop of sky We left her in that place And now we find we're slowly drifting back From Hunting Ground to City. From Hunting Ground from City. The journey down is sure to be a laugh. From Hunting Ground from City. At least we'll have each other to see it pass. I've seen that line of broken minds And I fear to join it's ranks, But still I find I'm slowly drifting back From Hunting Ground to City. |
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Stars of our stars.
Dreams of my dreams. You come to me Singing " The Stars Of Our Stars". The stars of our stars Came up the first day. The moon did set. The sun comes up. And all the stars did disappear. Stars of our stars. Dreams of my dreams. You come to me Dancing to "The Stars Of Our Stars". The stars of our stars Came up the second day. The moon did set. The sun comes up. And all the stars did disappear. Times at night in the spill of light You catch a glimpse. You make a start with an eager heart, But it always slips. And then everything shifts. Stars of our stars. Dreams of my dreams. You come to me Trailing "The Stars Of Our Stars". The stars of our stars Will come up the third day. The moon will set. The sun comes up. And all the stars will disappear. |
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My love swears that he is made of truth
I do believe him though I know he lies. I've caught him creeping 'round darkened holes. I've caught him staring at distant skies. I would have seen it coming but I'm blind with age. Too much time on the battle line. Shut it all out just let the notes fall slow. Slow. My love lives inside a haze of gloom. He fears today, what might come tomorrow. Seeks the shadow, shuns the light. Bleeds for knowledge, prepares for sorrow. I would have seen it coming but I'm blind with age. Too much time on the battle line. Shut it all out just let the note fall slow. Slow. This ain't no depression, just notes falling slow. An early snow and notes falling slow. Do I have the strength to bear their passion? An early snow and notes falling slow. |
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This ain't no long journey home.
This ain't no trip across the tracks. This ain't no dead end street There ain't no turning back. This ain't no long journey home. Another tale about an aging man, A tried but twisted plot, Another hero finding out that he's not. Act one we watch the onion peel. Act two the tragic flaw revealed. In three we close our eyes as his fate's sealed. This ain't no long journey home. Here's a story about a once young girl Whose life has turned to rot. Thought she found her dreams but she had not. Act one we see her bold and strong. Act two we watch her fumble along. In three we close our eyes as all goes wrong. This ain't no long journey home. This ain't no trip across the tracks. This ain't no dead end street There ain't no turning back. This ain't no long journey home. A cautionary tale for all who come this way, A warning writ in water. Act one you'll see it all so clear. Act two you'll watch it disappear. In three open your eyes and stare down your fears. 'Cause this ain't no long journey home. This ain't no long journey home. This ain't no long journey home. This ain't no long journey home. |
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He will call you baby
But will he listen when you cry? He will call you sweetheart But always seem apart. He will tear all your fences down, Trample all into the ground. He will call you baby. She will call you honey And leave you twisting in the wind. She will call you darling, Keep you stunned and wondering. She will take you to another world Where the winds of confusion swirl. She will call you honey. We should call them lucky As they watch their babies dance. Or maybe call them crazy For even thinking they have a chance. They will carry her as far as they can Then abandon her once again, They will call her baby. They will call her baby |
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Jesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross.
Irony oh irony upon me it is never lost. Gather 'round now people, I'm here to tell a tale About a man who walks among you, a man you each know well. My name is Simon Keeper I had a wife and three grown kids, A job in the towers cooking the books for the shills that grease the skids. Irony oh irony, you are a bitter fruit to eat. Stripped of all your beauty your flesh is none too sweet. Now I ain't the most honest man that ever worked a skim. I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar and brother that was it. Fifty-four and a big black mark upon my resume, I found selling off what you don't own might earn you the time of day. Next it was a letter from my darling one, "what's yours is mine, what's mine is mine", Sealed with a hug and kiss. One by one my children closed their lives to me. Lesson learned on Daddy's knee, "give no quarter to the weak". Irony oh irony, you are the polar seed of truth, You grow upon the open plain the faithful you uproot. Kicked around 'bout a year living hand to mouth, Then one day tryin' to bum a light I felt my will give out. Sat right down on the corner, started prayin' a little too loud. Left my troubles far behind When I saw them emptying their pockets out. Irony oh irony, you are a treacherous son of a bitch, Pretending not to care about the heights you'll never reach. Now I won't start in preaching 'bout reaping what you sow, This is the story of a half-hearted man, Half honest as they go. But sit on down and rest a spell I've got another tale to tell. About a lost young man in a far away land whose life is just too easy to sell. Jesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross. Irony oh irony upon me it is never lost. |
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Jesus, sweet Jesus if you're listening
Can you pass me to your pa. I'm having a hard time understanding Why he's so cruel and demanding With his love. Darling, sweet darling keep whispering I'll find you through this din. Sitting and watching, Two flames busy dancing To our love. Grab on to this moment, inhale it And hold it inside. Savour its sweetness, Yearn for the slide. Jesus, sweet Jesus if you're listening Can you pass me to your pa. I'm having a hard time understanding Why he's so discriminating With his love. |
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