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Golden Field
01:50
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I see a field, golden and long. (a, 8)
There is a bird singing her song. (a, 8)
Clouds in the sky, (b, 4)
no rain come yet. (c, 4)
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2. |
Fatal Flaw
03:55
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Well, it didn't pan out the way we wanted it, did it?
You've gone so far and so fast.
Yet still some years later I remember your name,
but you've replaced mine with your fortune and fame.
O' what a torrent that put out that flame.
We sit 'round this fire spinning scary ghost yarns
forget that our past loves have done us much harm
but the flame sparks a memory somewhere inside
of the reason we live and the reason we'll die
they're on ein the same, yes they both coincide.
*O' my friend will you bring me some light?
The future looks dim and my life don't seem right.
And if I'm to keep living I'll need a good cause.
The fact I'm alive is my one fatal flaw.*
The truth is that nothing's as bad as it seems
and no one is ever as good as they mean
but they'll take all the credit and smile like they care
as much as they wish that they really would dare
O' how horribly true and unfair.
But I think you have figured this all out by now.
the question II'm asking is not why but how?
How'd I go into life so innocent
and come out the other end stinkin' like shit?
Well the answer's the same for us all isn't it?
**
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3. |
A Stumble
05:43
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Touching in the dark
underneath we are two
stars in the reef shining through
I've not seen, I've not seen what it means.
I cannot speak above a mumble
beyond a stumble I cannot speak
Tell me tell me truth
Touching in the dark
on our plates we are full
of what we could not eat: weeds and grass
overgrown, overgrown in our soil
I am afraid of what I cannot name
of who I cannot blame I am afraid
I do not know what do I desire
Where is my fire, I do not know.
Tell me tell me truth
Touching in the dark
underneath we are two
stars in the reef shining through...
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4. |
Freedom
04:44
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I need Freedom now, more than ever before
hell if I can see where the river flows
I'm walking down that road
sun behind and night ahead
my body knows the way
quaking before the dawn
hazy, already gone
before the barrel of a gun
Into the darkness go I
where no promises await...
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5. |
Of a Garden
05:57
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6. |
See Me
02:48
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7. |
Catching Water
04:30
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I'm catching water in the pottery
I'm leaving daughter in a bad dream
how would you feel if I called your name
for hundreds and thousands of years
and when you finally heard and came
you found I had long since disappeared
that's what the stars do O' every night
calling on and on across the abyss
and they are all burning lovers
yearning to swoon and to kiss
Then when they die they leave little babies behind
caus that's just the beginning not the end of life
and they will remind us how brightly their mothers shined
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8. |
Roads
03:58
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One hundred year old roads
the grass has overgrown
we're sleeping on our own
in sleeping bags of homes
And I am so afraid the world will never end
and everything I love will just go on and on
I'm not ready for you to go just yet,
will you stay will me if only for a bit?
Why don't you come into my bed just one more time?
I spilled wax on my boots
so they are water proof
but my socks still get wet
when my feet start to sweat
And I am not afraid of anything at all
I am just afraid of everything I see.
I think that it's time for me to go home
I cannot stay not even for a bit
Let's overthrow these covers wake up out of this dream
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9. |
We Were Giants
01:41
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We were giants on a mountain
throwing boulders deep into the sea
and over time we filled the sea
and the mountain we were on became empty
so now the sea was full of time
and the waters, they had shifted to today
so here we are beneath the sea
searching for that time we threw away
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Of the West Santa Cruz, California
Of the West is Welsey Somers, Mathew Harmon, and Chelsea Moosekien.
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