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Fade in Faith
04:06
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Life flickers on through the world with no retreat with split seconds arrested then treated as complete.
And in the dark room with the spark of an empty lighter is how all hands get dealt.
I’m facing up to the new day with hopes held high to endeavors that lie ahead.
Sooner or later gravity always seems to get its way
And I look around and wonder why everyone looks so dead?
And if I really look to have a little life left to offer, there’s no room for hesitation.
I owe it to you, I’m old and past due, with no time to waste to give myself for someone before I get too late.
But we don’t really have to be anything at all.
Rub your closed eyes for somewhere to hide.
And if I’m really far too late, then, to collect any respected expectations, well, we don’t need to wait until the end.
You can bury me with my imagination.
Ships set sail and come to port.
Ships set sail and disappear or just find some place they want to be.
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Prancing 2 U
03:23
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I hear you coming through that door and I come running up to you.
And I just can’t sit still ‘til I hear what you’ve gotten into day because that takes me with you.
I escape back to sleep when you’re not here with me.
And I lie on all your clothes so that you feel near to me.
Our bond's grown stronger with time and now we’re both middle-aged, two prancing figures in the moonlight: the beast of love and his sage.
Because that takes me with you to wherever you may go.
Through all the flames and snow - they couldn’t stop where red ferns grow and whatever it is that you do, it makes me one with you.
I can’t get through winter nights without jumping in your arms.
May we forever be basking in the sunlight.
I wish that you'd stay in and sing sweet to me every night.
And don't take for granted the love I have to give, because we both know that I don't have much longer to live.
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3. |
Underground
03:21
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People go on and on about all sorts of things and I just wanna free myself and sing. And let it echo to the canyons if it’d reach everything - not just the surfaces impervious but back into the ground. Here is the home of the richest of every single scene. Dig through the lost and found to find yourself new dreams. Dry it on, ride it out, then pass it on. This one goes out to all the unseen who’ve always been here, building in strength and wisdom with the piling of years. And could they be looking up through the ground or peering down through the atmosphere? Bypassing the earth through the underground. And I could wake up in the middle of the night so confused. I don’t know where I’m going at all, just all I love to do. I’m not giving up and I’m not saving for any vacation. But digging into the ground to new depths for true inspiration. And if to keep you going takes me saying I believe in you, well, that’s not too hard to do when it’s not too far from true, and anyway, there’s nothing else to do. And in the end anyway, it’s all about our releases.
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Chained 2 a Tree
03:00
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You know damn well I ain’t no monster, but it seems that’s what you’re trying to make me, but you’ve never even given me a chance to demonstrate another state of affairs.
Left out to shiver through the night. The warmth inside pains me to see. Wish someone would turn out the lights, because darkness is a fantasy chained to a tree.
And I wait around everyday. For hours and hours I get thirsty, but I just can’t drink up all the rain - it falls too quickly.
And you’ll come by now and then. Still you’ll never let me into your house. Well it’s be one thing to be let free to roam around, but I’m tied down.
And my days are filled with fear because I don’t know no place but right here.
I wish for reincarnation and for my next try to be near.
But you’re all I know - don’t let me down all the way and I love you unconditionally, chained to a tree..
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5. |
Middle Ages
02:48
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I’m taken with you and I fail to see another way when visions of you get me through my day-to-day.
Through outward views I see how love gets to be such a mystery.
The world encourages us just to move along, well weighted against any glances that could be exchanged.
And as we reach our middle ages let it be in an elegant fashion and let any wisdom come with passion.
And by now I know that I know nothing but wish to weep in your arms happy and free to sleep - return in kind what I can of your fearless vulnerability that seeps out of you in an endless sea no matter what you do.
And as we reach the middle ages, get us close to reading minds and let us find that for the best things in life are worth taking our time.
Now, I’m not one so determined to leave no stone unturned to reach my way through the haze to a hand that also yearns.
On our own expeditions, no one knows all the right moves, but people choose to follow you.
I don’t know you at all, I’ve known you my whole life.
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Sleeping with the Dog
02:36
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I wanna be so sweet and full of truth.
I keep running into fourth walls no matter what I do and everyone’s so damn aloof, hiding, halfway talking with few clues for me.
And I for one lack dedication to getting lost out in the fog and I’m sleeping with the dog.
Run my bank account into the ground. Well, I just try to have deeper fish to fry than to wait for a future that might not even come around.
But there’s something left for the almost-thirty. If you wanna get married you gotta be more than flirty.
All life’s opportunities just swirl around above me. They’re all over my head and blowing by.
But we could try with blinders on so that we only see straight ahead. Did you hear that we could die with blinders on? We could die.
And I sign my resignation to unseat all the pesky sheriffs of my mind, with some time to re-assess and unwind, but what’s my station?
Well, some people put their faith in a backwards god and I’m still sleeping with the dog
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7. |
Ballad of the Underdog
03:59
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The Runner
05:01
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I’ve been a runner all my life
Just to try to feel alive
Circling the scenery
Claimed connections to the sights
Through the prairies then the pines
I’ve relished in all the time
To keep the day on hold
Be left to just my mind
Fogged up by all my thoughts
All of which sit well with me
Hell, I can’t make myself bleed to
see the forest for the trees
Gasping for each breath
Wondering how much of the world is left
In between all the simple wishings
There’s got to be something missing
When all gets said and done, what the hell am I running from? 47
When it all is said and done, what am I running from?
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Therapy Dog
02:59
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“Growing up” again, you’re leaving me behind, and what is it exactly you expect to find?
We’re one in the same, made to roam free and wander the Earth fearlessly lonely (with the winds thru the plains)
You leave the radio on, pad me with sound, but it’s no substitute to having you around and the news just gets me down
Let me lean on your knee
Open up the world for me
If only to see what you see
There doesn’t seem to be too much terribly of anything out there
I am your reflection absorbing depression the best protection you will ever receive
You always hold so tightly
Perpetually saved from yourself by me
And I can’t run away but swim in infinite circles around you
Follow you through each revolving door
Walking by your side, pondering the stages, how we both want more from life
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Multimodal
03:06
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I live alone in the hall with all my thoughts with a lot of time to plan to figure something out
Can take myself to task, but nothing changes too fast
still waiting for the lights coming over the hill
And to hear the echoes of everything, every dream escaping its machine
I gotta get up to get down onto the places I could free myself around, but in time I lose the day to all the paths to make the way
And all the stops between point A and point being
At the multi-modal no one can really hide
Faith is fatal to the time, waiting for the next ride
I thought I’d be onto some place new to me
But it’s not in the cards that I forgot to bring
And now I lie awake thinking about the next route I could take
In an endless process of elimination
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11. |
Life, That is
02:59
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12. |
Ghosts For
02:03
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Thought to have escaped any capture but no one seems to search when I hide
People carry on stepping through me as if empty inside
Am I empty inside? Is this what it feels like to die
(wait for fill to end) And I know I’m never needed
Just passing my sweet time
Still as I am, I can’t hear friends and demons clamoring
Just footsteps in the dark taking on their own mysteries.
Will any lead to me? I’d return all the calls, watch the tree fall round the bend, so determined to hold up my end, in hypothetical terms
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13. |
Highway 29
02:15
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Tried to reach deep into the moment of everything
I can only tell what I think anything could mean just for me
Staying in my lane, don’t know how to signal any changes
Just passing through the towns as the world ‘til now estranges itself from me
And I can’t just turn around
The area man just stays in place but ponders opposites
Settle down in the mountains or finally real-city chasin’ it
To my dismay, I’ve made so little progress either way
It's an age of self-interest and I’ve had so little interest in anything at all
And by now won’t you let me know what’s worthwhile
With a sense of humor to dilute any meaning
Cover up any truths to share let alone healing
But I’m doing fine in my own way
Traveling through time out on highway 29
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14. |
Starry Stoic
01:38
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When times grow a heavy heart with losses heavy-handed
We see how much the love around gets taken for granted
Brought about in memories of the recently passed
But sweet as swans can sing the love’s not made to last
(and it all moves too fast) womb to the tomb
We’re left to wear worst wounds in a primal fascination in which we can’t look away
But always find our need to give again connecting bodies of light in stoic starry skies
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15. |
Winds of Change
01:43
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Left out, Stressed out, blacked out, tapped out
Breathing (thinking about breathing), heartfelt diggings deep
Barely breathing but told to let the dog sleep in place
Friends leave so soon and sad shadows remain in every empty space
They’re never not invited but appear, and behind all lights they brought you here, even through the winds of change
Winds of change give me feeling, breathe me to life, winds over worlds carry me to my purest days
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