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Silver Rings
03:46
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Waving goodbye, she sings
Listens to the dings
Of the silver rings
The air, the air, brings
Waving goodbye, she sings
Smells the burning
Of the leaves
The trees, the trees, brings
Waving goodbye, she sings
Just let them,
Let them be
Some rest, some rest and some peace
We'll see you again
Or maybe not
All that we got
Is dirt and sand
Return my friend
To that well again
Cry all you can
And then your gone
Then your gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
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2. |
the Ride
04:00
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3. |
Just War
04:02
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Where did you go
My friend from the shore?
You used to be there, you 'aint there no more
I heard you died
At the hands of small men
And I don't think I understand
It's just war, it's just war, it's just war
Remember when
We wrote our names in the sand?
The tides came in and erased us again
And even though
we were so little then
I think we both did understand
It's just war, it's just war, it's just war
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4. |
Sin, Mystery, Creation
04:24
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It's all in the same sentence
The beauty of remembrance
The lyric while I shed this
But no skin can ever lack
The feeling of the arrival
The standing test of my will
Well, it's all for nothing, nowhere
She's just a drop of water to me
And no matter how many moons
Stain her skin and bruise
The flicker of the riddling
She sends me through the air
With all that's lost recovering
In a time worth rediscovering
I was with a man just hovering
Through the ether in my mind
Just some sleep I do wish you
Dreams violent or peaceful
As you drift upon that driftwood
Washed up from a distant storm
Some shelter and a smile
Some time to weigh the pieces
Of the mystery that creates us
And then just swallows us entirely whole
But you memories with prove static
With a mind that eats the tragic
Spits the weight of my wit
Onto the floor with the melted rings
As the townsmen they cry at you
From their lonely spots beneath you
You neglect their eyes, but bleeding
Is your heart, stains on your sleeve
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5. |
Rainy Day Kids
05:14
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When it rains and it pours
I don't think about the wars
About the bums and the whores
I think about the rainy day kids
And the looks they implore
Let it roll
Let it ride
And let it, oh
Take them home
Build them schools where they can learn
Build them bridges they won't burn
Give them something they can earn
And take them home
Give them food that they can eat
Not this cannibalized meat
And give them tools that they can use
Not just from the rich folks junk heap
And take them home
Let it roll
Let it ride
And take them home
Let it roll
Let it ride
Let it rise up inside
Let it swim in your mind
Let it trickle down your spine
And let it, oh, take them home
Let it spark
Let it burn
Let it make your stomach turn
Let it sing
Let it dance
Let it fall into a trance
And let it, oh, take them home
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Seashells
08:03
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7. |
Back of the Throat
03:58
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8. |
Fatigue
03:44
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9. |
Esoteric
04:37
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10. |
Invisible Air
06:38
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To all the bronze stars in the invisible air
The stench of the lonely everywhere
To the blood banks of the energies
And the wild green leaves of the seas
Explain this again to me how
It doesn't seem what is can be
But lives in every heart, in every eyeball, every soul
From the guts of you and me
Aren't we tearing it all down?
I mean, shouldn't we?
From the sewer signs in town
To the wrath we'll never come to see
Because the foaming wild leper seeks
The same use for his hungry teeth
And don't we all wish to feast
From the same cup of death dark tea?
I was sorry right then
Because right then I was wrong
And I was a man
When I was not hungry
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11. |
Thanks, Nancy
04:38
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12. |
Landless Kingdom
06:47
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13. |
Cityslides
06:40
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14. |
Gawdenyu
04:50
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15. |
We Can Get Through, too
06:41
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Murder predicts the back-beat
of the souls that tap the backstreet
That predicts the payment
and redirects the pavement
"Hey, we don't know where they went."
Stayed in place, but vanished
Thin air give back the language
So, we can get through, too
We can get through, too
Pick a door, any door
All of them, the same shore
All of them, the same foams
Diggin' up the same bones
Pickin' up the same tones
Sounds that shake my earphones
And the ghosts of old clones
The worships in the basement
The worships in the basement
Behind the backs of buildings
Life's new gloss and new things
You listen to the crowd sing
Their requiem for you
Missing at the table
A fork but not a plateful
You blame it on that fateful
Night, the stars lined up for you
Stars lined up for you
Between the sheets, head full of dreams
That make you sweat and clench your teeth
Victims speak of double-speak
Lips sink into the sand beneath
But up above the sky opens up
You're soaked beneath a naked sun
And all around in new tongues
Sing, "We can get through, too
We can get through, too."
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