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we live with the rain
04:12
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we all dream of the sun,
but live with the rain
we all think of someone,
we may never see again
and when the waters come, it all floats away
things we lost in the flood, can't all be replaced
we all dream of the sun..
the bridge went out as the river rose and the sun died slow
even the birds overhead were sounding alarm for their neighbors below
there goes the drive and the mailbox too
there goes the front porch and the living room
there goes the curtains and now it's climbing the stairs
there goes the dream you built on a hill
there goes the photo albums and the record albums too
there goes the couch where i made love to you
there goes the kitchen i tiled myself
there goes the books way up on the shelf
there goes the city in a 500 year storm
there goes the hospital where your children were born
there goes our future along with the past
there goes our dreams and they're sinking fast
let it go, let-it-go, let-it-go, let it go, let-it-go, let-it-go...
time's just a river sometimes it overflows
torrents of change abandon the ghost
let it go, let-it-go, let-it-go, let it go, let-it-go, let-it-go...
time's just a river sometimes it overflows
torrents of change abandon the ghost
we all dream of the sun,
but live with the rain
we all think of someone,
we may never see again
and when the waters come, it all floats away
things we lost in the flood, can't all be replaced
we all dream of the sun
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2. |
all that we give away
03:42
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it was careless of my heart to be away so long
when I was out there building fences, somehow you carried on
now we're kicking at the embers of a long forgotten night
it's not the only thing we lost to that fire
time will change all things
I wrote you from Alaska just to say
that I was feeling better in some small way
and I still remember how the sun would kiss your freckled face
when we'd lay in the grass at Cheesman Park all day
time will change all things
and it's not for what we save, it's what we give away...
(break)
I was thoughtless with my youth and selfish too
all the folks around me were always paying dues
now I can see some things clearer, tho I have regret and I have fear there's some space in this heart I've yet to use...
time will change all things
I'm back in Seattle on my own
the dog, the guitar and I just hit the road
and I really can't say for certain, am I done with my searching?
it's enough for right now to call this home
time will change all things
and it's not for what we save, it's what we give away...
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3. |
southern stars
03:39
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time don't stop, it just wears the clock
and i swear, we're all caught unaware
those southern stars, they don't seem so far off
as night descends on a dare
sun cast across an empty room
outside white azaleas bloom
and a breeze caught antique chimes
their tune played long into the night
we watched the night sky
spoke of the bad times
and hoped for intelligent life
somewhere, if not here,
"the signs are not clear"
you smoked, and turned with a smile
time don't stop, it just wears the clock
and i swear, we're all caught unaware
those southern stars, they don't seem so far off
as night descends on a dare
(we drew) long shadows, as dawn's halo
broke above the trees, as a song
not one for farewells, you wear the tell-tales
like a heart on the sleeve, all along
when we watched night skies,
spoke of the good times
and hoped for intelligent life
somewhere, if not here,
"the signs are not clear"
you joked, and turned with a smile
we watched the night sky
spoke of the bad times
and hoped for intelligent life
somewhere, if not here
"the signs are not clear"
you smoked, and turned with a smile...
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4. |
the devils tower
02:50
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the devil's tower in Wyoming
parking lot full of coyotes
never bled so red
might as well have painted the floor
and the chorus sounds
just for your pious soul
a yellow sundress and her hair in braids
freckles on her cheeks and our plans were made
got in the car and aimed for the setting sun
reborn again as two lovers on the run
well the cops got called and the paramedics came
the sheriff got my plates from a bystanders claim
saw our first set of cherries outside Sheridan
not proud of what i done but we needed a new gun
made it to Billings before the sun rose
Livingston, Bozeman, Butte just up the road
found an old dry creek to lay low and wait
counted 13 patrol cars on the interstate
Now, Angie was scared and she started to cry
told her it'd all be ok, we weren't gonna die
from a dingy little motel with walls all painted pink
rust stains in the shower and a cockroach in the sink
stole another lil cruiser and drove to Spokane
now we're heading up north up Canada way
Angie hasn't spoke a word to me all day
she wants to call her mom but I told her that wouldn't be safe
sped up on a roadblock just before Colville
came outta nowhere just over a hill
shotguns drawn over a concrete barricade
slammed the car in reverse as Angie - she just prayed
the devil's tower in Wyoming
parking lot full of coyotes
never bled so red might as well have painted the floor
and the chorus sounds
just for your pious soul
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it's midnight for maladies
when the heart holds no melody
like the rarest bird you've ever seen
we all collect calamity
a mountain from your darkest dream
songbird, knows not the song
of which it sings
intellectual armories
no trumpet sounds for retreat
we've all suffered greater agonies
before we learnt the words to speak
let down your arms and lift up your wings
out of the woods and lost in the trees
we'll race our own shadows survive our own battles
let the whole mess unravel love for what matters
let down your arms and lift up your wings
out of the woods and lost in the trees
we'll race our own shadows survive our own battles
let the whole mess unravel love for what matters
the science of ornithology
disconcerting formalities
here's to the men who escaped gravity
far above the canopy
across the continents and above the seas
the rarest bird you've ever seen
let down your arms and lift up your wings
out of the woods and lost in the trees
we'll race our own shadows survive our own battles
let the whole mess unravel love for what matters
let down your arms and lift up your wings
out of the woods and lost in the trees
we'll race our own shadows survive our own battles
let the whole mess unravel love for what matters
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6. |
push the river
03:10
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they broke your heart into pieces
more pieces then a heart can be made from
Leviathan the whale, circumspect in jail
just like the seed that you came from
Don't push the river
don't tear at the seams
don't stand at the canyon
the edge of perilous dreams
when we rebuild we build anew
that means we start from nothing
Don't push the river
it can flow by itself
you question existence
like any book on your shelf
when we rebuild we build anew
we start again from nothing
the days run away, as the pendulum sways
every bone in your body was put there to break
time's just a trap, a slap on the back
a curious abstraction, innocent distraction
don't twist your spine, don't hunch your back
don't wait for answers, learn how to react
don't furrow your brow, don't grimace and sigh
a daily reminder of the beast buried inside
Don't push the river
don't tear at the seams
don't stand at the canyon
the edge of perilous dreams
when we rebuild we build anew
that means we start from nothing
Don't push the river
it can flow by itself
you question existence
like any book on your shelf
when we rebuild we build anew
we start again from nothing
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7. |
damn your eyes
02:50
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Blood will find a vessel like a book will find a worm
stamen finds a pistil as they cauterize the wound
damn your eyes, your wandering eyes
the heart is just an organ wanting only to be played
mine is often orphaned wanting only that you stayed
damn your eyes, your drifting eyes
time's just a river flooding the banks
season of monsoon the torrential rains
watching your body rise, damn your eyes
an oak tree in the forest, whale bones in the sea
it's more then the past affords us, our aching baby teeth
damn your eyes, stop your crying
the mystic and the profit the carnival of life
a mystery for the skeptic who's just along for the ride
damn your eyes, your cheating eyes
rifle through your failed affairs, every brunette you betrayed
summer's gone and autumn left but winter is here to stay
damn your eyes, your bloodshot eyes
the wind may chart a gentle course aloft the ancient deep
no one charts the monsters below growing impatient and growing teeth
damn your eyes, your angry eyes
we pay our own way
with bits of our soul
blood in the grass
and a broken nose
the carnage of love's truth
and love's lies
damn your eyes...
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8. |
days of my youth
03:00
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there's a tree in the graveyard
where my love laid down
a willow in the tall grass
in the cold, cold ground
it's springtime in the country and new life abounds
I guess we should feel lucky to be spared from the ground
the days of my youth, the numbered, the fallen, forgotten and abused the hard times to follow, the bitter sting of truth
and all the vows we have broken
the days of my youth, the numbered, the fallen, forgotten and abused the hard times to follow, the bitter sting of truth
all that we value will be abandoned
there's a tree in the graveyard
where my love laid down
a willow in the tall grass
in the cold, cold ground
it's springtime in the country and new life abounds
I guess we should feel lucky to be spared from the ground
there's a note on the dresser in the spare room
where your mother stayed
after father died when we covered all the mirrors for the wake take all my sorrow there's got to be an end to grief...
the days of my youth, the numbered, the fallen, forgotten and abused the hard times to follow, the bitter sting of truth
and all the vows we have broken
the days of my youth, the numbered, the fallen, forgotten and abused the hard times to follow, the bitter sting of truth
all that we value will be abandoned
there's a tree in the graveyard
where my love laid down
a willow in the tall grass
in the cold, cold ground
it's springtime in the country and new life abounds
I guess we should feel lucky to be spared from the ground
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9. |
state of modern romance
02:44
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headlights, starlight
driving after midnight
staring at the road ahead
think I'd rather close my eyes instead
your poison kiss still lingers on lips
that haven't spoken since we last met
now we'll spend our whole live's in debt
the state of modern romance
sleeping on a bed of nails
I can't be your doormat
you can't stop from casting sails
imagine if Ahab had ever caught that whale...
bookends, old friends
tying up the loose ends
thinking of the night that we first met
well, they haven't finished the story yet
staring out of windows
wondering how did it all go wrong
and if I only knew what you knew
maybe we could've got along
but darhling, i guess that ship has gone...
the state of modern romance
sleeping on a bed of nails
I can't be your doormat
you can't stop from casting sails
imagine if Ahab had ever caught that whale...
headlights, starlight
driving after midnight
staring at the road ahead
think i'd rather close my eyes instead
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10. |
bird for every song
04:08
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I paint your form in every shade of gray
although you're young as a fawn at the beginning of spring
you're all the light in this world my sweet nadine
and the dark that is left consumes me always
there's a blue, there is a blue bird
in a gray, in a gray sky
and now night is approaching finally
approaching finally
the hour is late the moon it is spent
your clothes on my bedpost your body at rest
by this light I remember her best
a flame quickly diminished and left me bereft
there's a blue, there is a blue bird
in a gray, in a gray sky
and now night is approaching finally
there's a song that I keep close
there is a song that I keep mostly to remind me
that something beautiful once sang for only me
I paint your form under the restraints of night
the hours stretch on the moon holds the tides
by a force I can't reckon I am pulled astray
the words you left me the night all of this changed
there's a blue, there is a blue bird
in a gray, in a gray sky
and now night is approaching finally
there's a song that I keep close
there is a song that I keep mostly to remind me
that something beautiful
once sang for only me
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