1. |
Destine
02:51
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Destiny is cheap
How did you find yourself here
As if it always were waiting around for you
I can believe in chance
But how could there be a plan
How could you understand misfortune
Hear them crying today
Now there are some more fortunate ones
Somehow meant to pass through
While all around heads hanging down
Foundations for pretty houses with a view
Destiny is cheap
I'd prefer then to sleep
So endlessly I'd dream that in some life I was free
Rather than toiled away
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2. |
Moonlight / Ori
04:44
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Moonlight, evening's finite
She smiles 'cause it's all right
Even the past
'Neath the blush gloam, lying by the seafoam
Trust only what is unknown, all else is simply tragic
Waiting always for creases to unfold
Twice light, plum dark in the wide night
She turns toward a soft sight
And is undone
Day break, smiling for some sake
Her hands gently awake, she folds them like a flower
Made of paper, her creases all unfold
Hey do you wanna start again?
Hey do you wanna start again?
Hey do you wanna start again?
Hey do you wanna start again?
Hey do you wanna start again?
Hey do you wanna start again?
Hey do you wanna start again?
Hey do you wanna start again?
Hey do you wanna
start again
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3. |
Mercy
06:07
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Old dalliances were plenty
Like a slip of the ear
She's drinking up nepenthe
To blur the visions too clear
She says "I was only drifting"
"A part of me is still
Odd as old and shifting
as a single falling quill"
I refuse this
My bitter pith
Mercury's in the water
Alas, in retrograde
We humble human fodder
Sipping lemonade
She says "what's the worst can happen
Apart from all of this?"
"Now solitude's in fashion
Let me romanticize the myth!"
I refuse this
My bitter pith
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4. |
Sun Scales
06:57
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Here I am, there I go
Can feel your heart turn in slow
Turn in slow to leave the room
As long as you turn the light
Sun scales through the leaves all sift
Golden ages aren't myths
Aren't myths simple shells?
As long as we sleep at night
Watch the pond, drake's head green
Familiar sun off the dabbler's sheen
The dabbler's sheen, a quiet glare
As long as I'm here I'm fine
Run my hands through amaranth
Praise the wounds of hyacinth,
O Hyacinth, Zephyr's sorry love,
As long as he's wind you'll fly
Chrysanthemums, purple youth,
Now autumn's come, tell me what to do
O what to do while you're pretty still?
As long as life is, is prime
As long as life is, is prime
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5. |
Rebirth on 108th St.
07:12
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Standin' on the corner
Feeling kinda lifted
O its been so long
He's bummin' a cigarette
He asks "Have we met
In another form?"
"Does it come to you clearly?
In the grove you were near me
You had my favorite flower"
"Come close and remember
Our shape made together
Climb on up the tower"
In faces I've never seen
Coy traces of memory
Through eyes come widening dreams
Fossiled lines torn pages leave
Gone when you need it
That's the design of the spirit
I don't recall your flower
There's no stairwell up the tower
up the tower
up the tower
up the tower
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6. |
True Love
04:48
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Some day
I'll remember your face in a crowd
I can't say
why but it seems like a past life or a dream
I knew you, endlessly knew who you'd be
Until you're mine,
I'll wake up each morning trying to smile
For I have such sadness within me
For I know not what will be
I am searching, endlessly searching for thee
O where are you tonight?
Somewhere off dreaming
Each day more blue
My eyes, they begin weeping
The warmth of sun
Grows cold while you are sleeping
Alone, undone,
My heart's ready for your keeping
Some day,
I'll remember your face in a crowd
Some little day
The sun is gonna shine
Clear the clouds from the sky
And true love will find a way
Yes, some other day
All the dark clouds will go away
And true love will find a way
And true love will find
a way
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7. |
Thank You
02:01
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8. |
Harp Unstrung
02:53
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"Then I will no longer /
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease"
-W.S. Merwin
In the droughted days that follow
When your question stalls the mind
I'd cut the strings from the harpists device
For a harp unstrung is but a frame for the thumb
As it dances its cultural slide
What's back there? What's hidden?
What leavings might you give?
A few flakes of gold fragments collected in the sieve
All the 49ers still are all waiting at the mill
Drinking 'neath the moonshine
I take a terrifying step 'cross benevolent shade
Without color or sound in any familiar way
Noise has never been othered nor severed before
As coil, either nylon nor gut
In the droughted days that follow
When your question stalls the mind
I'd cut the strings from the harpists device
For a harp unstrung is but a frame for the thumb
"As it bows not knowing to what"
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9. |
tldr
04:12
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When I go, when I go my way
When I go, when I go my way
Seems my feet never touch the ground
It's either dust or disappointment where I'm found
When I go, when I go my way
When I go, when I go my way
Seems my feet never touch the ground
It's either dust or disappointment where I'm found
Well I've crossed the Mississip
I've crossed the Arkansas
I've crossed the Hocking low
I've crossed that peaceful Kaw
Nothing changed, nothing changes ever
Nothings gone, everything lingers
A buckeye in your pocket, her old charm
The glitter from a past life on your arm
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10. |
Come Back
04:56
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No one's waiting
The one's you've hurt are long behind you now
You recall a painting
What's real was lost back then and won't be found
Until the next time around
He's out the window
She's left the room you're talking needlessly
The heart crescendoes
One day for grief as if it's destiny
Then have some dignity
Come back with a softer kiss
Shattered like a broken fist
The womb was empty
She wears no expression on her face
I must have dreamt she said
Sorrow is just water in the lake
I had so many plans to make
He's on the street there
She's in the bath reading magazines
Hearing feet on the stairs
The radio plays something from the 70's
Life feels so very plain to me
Come back with a softer kiss
Shattered like a broken fist
Return with a gentler hand
You will never understand
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11. |
Brought Again
00:33
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