1. |
Still the Air
03:39
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Birds are singing outside
Loud, rushing, high
Sailing down the sunbeams
And up over the sky
Close the windows
Still the air
Heat is rising outside
Smoke drifting by
Settles in the cracks now
To waft over time
Close the windows
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Mellow, warm inside
Peaceful eye of sickness
And ash circling tight
Close the windows
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
Still the air
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2. |
Chase Your Light
04:12
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I live a lie in this scene
Grab it all
Peace and plaything
In this room, waiting
Until I tap my old spring
Where I've never been
Where I'll make home again
Where I'll find my new way
Walk in new
Brush and pathways
Trail the crud of past days
Where I'll sleep among leaves
Bend boughs in trees
In the sheep valleys
I kick the air and scatter beads
Bend the light of everything
Where I live a lie
Chase down your light
Whenever you make it outside
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3. |
The Lake
03:23
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Slow tumbling down
Long to get under
Shake it off
At the wood's end
Who's swimming around
Who's hiding down there
Water above
Like a blanket
Sun up above
Like the sun
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4. |
Your Little Town
06:05
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Out through your windowpane
You see the branches shake again
While blue birds are flying away
And brown leaves fall until they fill your frame
Down by the kitchen side
Your family stirs and prods the fire
While small in the oven rises
That which keeps you warm in
Your little town
Between the lake and trees
Town
Between the lake and trees
The still world awakes
You still dream
Patient, serene
Out of sync
Till you turn
Around and round again
Round and round, round again
All through the station square
You see the people posted there
Who peel off the road before
The hills and exit signs obscure there
All through your windowpane
You see the fences change again
While brown fields are trailing away
And blue sky fills your frame in
Your little town
Between the lake and trees
Town
Between the lake and trees
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5. |
Trees
02:25
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My
I am so I
The night outside needs no reply
Where do I go from here
My
I am so I
The night outside needs no reply
Where do I go from here
I could see
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6. |
Toxic Zombie
03:47
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7. |
2020
07:56
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Get up get up
Time to leave your work so dear
You've been called to celebrate
For one more time this year
To join the noise in the now crowded streets
Away from your quiet lane that feels honest at least
Far from your room
With your curtain to the sun
And pictures on every wall
Yourself in every one
And you're the only one out here with open eyes
To the city hollowness you worked so hard to realize
No one's waiting
To hand you your reward
Your time and money
Is spent before you give the word
You know these trains
Know these lines of open doors
And each stop means only what
It meant to you before
You paid your way to your shade from withering lights
Let your smile fade away and slept peaceful at night
No wind is threatening
To shake you out again
No agitation
No callous on your skin
Everyone's high
Every line of thought is brief
And when midnight's come and gone
You feel a small relief
You only think of the path you have to clear
And the terms that you fulfill don't mean anything here
There's no one here
Who could sing to ease your mind
Cause when you start to sing along
You start to feel like a lie
And all you have is the contract that you keep
That makes you dream of other lives but mostly feel like sleep
Too old to hang in
These temporary rooms
Your new year's coming
And it won't wait for you
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Most of my friends get high too much
Or drunk or cocooned in, or something like that
Or they lose themselves in work that doesn't matter
Or they hide behind someone who just stops their feeling bad
I don't think they know what they do it for
I don't think they know where they're headed towards
But when the day is done and when the night falls
There's no danger cause the world is small
Most of the time I see the struggle
Invisible to people who ignore the shining light
Try to deny the stones tied to their ankles
Or try to deconstruct them until they go blind
They don't want to feel that everyday
And nobody taught them how to lift that weight
But when they're at home safe in their dens
A weight like that they won't even sense
I'm living on the road again
Don't know where it leads or to what end
North then south, east the west
I can't tell retreat from progress
And I see decay all around
Or I don't know the look of solid ground
Though I have no one to love, no place I want to stay
The light above compels me on my way
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9. |
World of Ego
04:38
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I've been living long it this world of ego
I've been calling for the devil but he don't send no reply
I guess he knows that I just don't belong here
I guess he knows I'm just not worth his time
I've been working hard to sell my evil
I can't make it profit no matter how I try
I'm feeling like I wasn't meant to live here
But I won't get a way out till I die
Once when I was young
I dreamed of one above
He showed me stars he held loose in his hand
"Choose" he said, "You can have a home forever"
And I did but didn't understand
Pictures light up and crowd around my vision
I see a smiling face and clothes that sparkle and shine
I figure that he knows just where he's going
I must think that his soul is satisfied
He lays down to bed
Love by his side
And not a doubt or fear in his mind
Hears his voice echo out forever
And knows the world is kind
Maybe I could turn my ways around here
Make my heart open to my suffering kind
But I don't know if I'd make it that way either
I don't know if I really want to try
I've been living long in this world of ego
I've been calling for the devil but he don't send no reply
I guess he knows that I just don't belong here
I guess he knows I'm just not worth his time
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