1. |
Once It's Gone
02:33
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Meet me in the sand dunes where the rains won't come
for fear of ridicule from the obnoxious sun
Meet as a great ship with it's sails all cast
to harness the winds of nature to obliterate what's passed
and it's gone
and it's gone
and it's gone
Render me a canvas in it's naked form
before the artist's brush before the critics scorn
Come to me as a meadow of unbroken green
come to me a willow with soil beneath your feet
and it's gone
and it's gone
and it's gone
Sing to me your glory sing to me your pain
sing away all worry sing away these chains
Climb any mountain cross any sea
you were born a sparrow caged aching to be free
and it's gone
and it's gone
and it's gone
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2. |
Obsidian
03:15
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darkness on the edge of oblivion
you read like revelations from a Gideon
complimentary bible
in a $35 a night motor inn
you've got a guilt as dark and as sharp as obsidian
i could sing you love songs and praise
we could stay drunk and oblivious for days
and at night we could learn to excuse the dark
and quiet our melancholy hearts
you were still crying at the break of day
some kind of omen to start off this way
red sun at morning, sailors take warning
that's just something they say
you've got a guilt as deep and as wide as the sorrow it hides
it's not on us to hold court over our own kind
it's not mine to name the emptiness you may find
we all choose which demons we feed
and which beasts we can never set free
when you were young you stood at the edge of a canyon
and surveyed across all that was to happen
you imagined yourself old and wise
with a spark still burnt in your eyes
now you find you've grown blind and somehow doused your own fire
(break)
darkness on the edge of oblivion
the night gives backs the gifts she was given
we seek out as much as we're driven
for all we fear can not be forgiven
a guilt as dark and as sharp as obsidian
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I opened up the gospels I read Luke and I read John
put down the book walked outside in time to catch the dawn
as i stood there in the morning frost contemplating God
the infinite universe and everything beyond
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when I was young my mother often spoke of angels
while my father mainly drank himself to sleep
we live our lives among forsaken and the faithless
what little mercy we find is bought on the cheap
:
in this age of information no one knows just what to believe
we're all trapped in the web of the worlds that we weave
as sure as the Earth one day will be swallowed by the Sun
our lights are paling one by one...
:
coming up no one ever warned me of the dangers
inherent in inventing your own world views
now everywhere I go I find myself surrounded by strangers
domes and temples rise to invite my muse
:
I'm sure we all have a couple visions reoccurring in our dreams
name of the mountains, deeply drank from their streams
it's not some Arcadian/Elysian Fields
we just play cards as they are dealt
:
when I was young my mother often spoke of angels
my sister joined some oppressive church
the only constant in life I've found are changes
we all burn our own fire for what it's worth
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I opened up the gospels I read Luke and I read John
put down the book walked outside in time to catch the dawn
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4. |
Whip Poor Will
03:50
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I don't come from your country
I come from my own
I was born from the river
skipped out like a stone
My body was so tired
had to lean into the wind
hardly hold my head up
with all the shit I'm in
Wyoming winds, will cut you down, cut you cold...
Whip-poor-will sings her morning hymn, don't feel all alone...
Never learned to speak your language
and we don't dress alike
spend your whole life in relentless anguish
never break your hunger strike
Wyoming winds, will cut you down, cut you cold...
Whip-poor-will sings her morning hymn, don't feel all alone...
Found my way into your story
found an arc within the plot
going nowhere in such a hurry
fell upon me like the winter's frost
Wyoming winds, will cut you down, cut you cold...
Whip-poor-will sings her morning hymn, don't feel all alone...
Wyoming winds, will cut you down, cut you cold...
Whip-poor-will sings her morning hymn, don't feel all alone...
I don't come from your country
I come from my own
I was born from the river
skipped out like a stone
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5. |
Walking Down The Street
02:11
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got no money got no job
but I got an undying faith in god
got no honey on my arm
left a good woman back on the farm
ain't seen the sun since I don't know
been stuck up north buried in snow
ain't turn to drink or the needles prick
don't need no demons to get my kicks
been reading them books right off the shelf
cook my dinner all by myself
knocking on doors one by one
ain't seen a soul, man, I see no one
might be the last man on this Earth
I'm good company for what it's worth
having conversations with these walls
phone might be dead because no one calls
park my car right in the road
walking down the street to meet the Lord
got a good dog that never barks
been too cold to go to the park
ain't nobody to deny my heart
light a candle if it gets too dark
ain't seen my family since I was young
dust my broom, clean my gun
shut the blinds if the sun won't shine
you might've seen some but you ain't seen mine
park my car right in the road
walking down the street to meet the Lord
park my car right in the road
walking down the street to see the Lord
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the first skirmishes of the war
born in the river and the river ran dry
raised in the country where the countrymen died
fields on fire and the horse laid down-
old folks in the city turn round and round
no seeds to sow or crops to take in
but the graves are full and our belly's thin
what trees are left can't spare their shade-
can't ask the lord for mercy when there's hell to pay
in the first skirmishes of the war
who will be left at home when they darken your door
the sun no longer sets in the west-
when they pin that star upon your chest
in the long days of '61
don't know nobody
in Charleston
and the moss hangs from the Angel Oak
left Fort Moultrie
in a cloud of smoke
brother against brother i know
no man untouched by this time of woe
at supper they serve the queerest things
but we're eating better than most this spring
rains won't let and the mud won't end
sores on my feet too damp to mend
send my love to Louisa May
i'll see y'all soon if we survive the grays
in the first skirmishes of the war
unlike anything that had come before
the sky was thunderous cruel and mean
we were all cutoff under siege
in the long days of '61
don't know nobody
in Charleston
and the moss hangs from the Angel Oak
left Fort Moultrie
in a cloud of smoke
in the hard days of '61
watched for ironclads
and naval guns
the moss drops from the Angel Oak
no man had fell
but war had broke
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7. |
Forest Temple
03:45
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Forest Temple
You meet the nicest people in your dreams
as in death it could be so simple
High in the mountains among the streams
Men of God will assemble
Felled the tree to rip the oaken seams
Here we build the forest temple
Dead leaves and grass
With woven hands
All children dance
All that has passed
Before now stands
This is our chance
Round and round your body turns
Levitating above the Earth
With loves gifts to be learned
First, you dance
You meet the nicest people in your dreams
as in death it could be so simple
High in the mountains among the streams
Men of God will assemble
Felled the tree to rip the oaken seams
Here we build the forest temple
Dead leaves and grass
With woven hands
All children dance
All that has passed
Before now stands
This is our chance
Round and round your body turns
Levitating above the Earth
With loves gifts to be learned
First, you dance
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The Future Looks As Bleak As The Past
future's uncertain, so is the past
funeral procession, hearse drove past
i'm doing well, why do you ask?
can't live your whole life with your foot on the gas
we're all left incomplete in some way
spend our lives searching for the parts that went astray
mismatched socks, unmade bed
could spend your life studying dreams instead
this
this is a hymn
for those who stand
and start again
life
can turn so grim
hard to understand
where we begin
i'm not looking back, i'm not looking forward
wandering wastelands, crossing borders
you can see so far from the edge
it's not any kind of place you'd want to live
one day I will meet you back in the center
we'll build a temple no man will enter
in a vision there I can see your smile
we carry these dreams into our own exile
this
this is a hymn
for those who stand
and start again
life
can turn so grim
hard to understand
where we begin
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darkness on the edge of oblivion
you read like revelations from a Gideon
complimentary bible
in a $35 a night motor inn
you've got a guilt as dark and as sharp as obsidian
i could sing you love songs and praise
we could stay drunk and oblivious for days
and at night we could learn to excuse the dark
and quiet our melancholy hearts
you were still crying at the break of day
some kind of omen to start off this way
red sun at morning, sailors take warning
that's just something they say
you've got a guilt as deep and as wide as the sorrow it hides
it's not on us to hold court over our own kind
it's not mine to name the emptiness you may find
we all choose which demons we feed
and which beasts we can never set free
when you were young you stood at the edge of a canyon
and surveyed across all that was to happen
you imagined yourself old and wise
with a spark still burnt in your eyes
now you find you've grown blind and somehow doused your own fire
(break)
darkness on the edge of oblivion
the night gives backs the gifts she was given
we seek out as much as we're driven
for all we fear can not be forgiven
a guilt as dark and as sharp as obsidian
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