1. |
Off the road
02:11
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I am off the road
I'm a strange old man
I'm no child no more
I began to scream still.
Five hours later, behind,
friends began to move north west
I'm not too well no more
I began to dream alone
They cry, they make me sink.
Them clouds over the land.
I don't play no more
'cause I push tears hard down my mind.
It's done, I'm out of here
it's weird to pick up the train
I'll be gone by dawn
no heart can stand this cold and long.
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2. |
Delicatessen
01:52
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3. |
My left hand
03:00
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My left hand can hold as long
god comes out as bright, as dark.
He is going out fast but
time burns until something's broke.
aah aah aah aah
aah aah aah aah
My left hand can hold as long
god comes out as bright, as dark.
He is going out fast but
time burns until something's broke.
aah aah aah aah
aah aah aah aah
My left hand’s alright you see.
Won’t grab or grope or take a life.
Hanging by my side, it dreams,
won’t sign decrees or set a fire
Like a wide inside rose.
My left hand – it can’t write or seize
The day, a cause, a coin, a gun
My rights do wrong and I’m left diseased
As hate dries tears, my heart turns to stone
aah aah aah aah
aah aah aah aah
I held your hand but you were gone
I turned around, we turned to salt...
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4. |
Indian whisper
04:41
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All I'll never know
is ever so divine,
Here's to never settle.
A song grows inside.
It flies in me,
I, I...I...ahhhh
Falling up into the sky.
All I'll never know
forevermore inspires,
Here's to quests forever.
A song grows
I fly...hear me
I, I...I....ahhhhh
Falling up into the sky.
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5. |
Pain & Paint
03:38
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What I'll do if he decides to go down
I don't know
What I'll do if he sounds and dies
I don't know
There are plenty of things I can do
I can do
He held the line against his back and watches its slang in the water and the skiff.
What I'll do if he decides to go down
I don't know
What I'll do if he sounds and dies
I don't know
There are plenty of things I can do
I can do
He held the line against his back and watches its slang in the water and the skiff.
Moving steadely
Moving steadely
Moving steadely
Through the northwest
Through the northwest
Through the northwest
Moving steadely
Moving steadely
Through the northwest
Through the northwest
Through the northwest
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6. |
Rachel's song
03:48
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7. |
The winter before time
02:53
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8. |
I can see
02:24
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I can see no feel
when I deal for real
I should stop to look
at what my eyes see lightly,
in the corner of my dream,
last cold night.
Seems like some people
are trying to break into
big mess, great pain, young kids
we all have sin.
I can smell god knows
it's like a big old lie.
I will blow
I will blow.
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9. |
The presents
03:37
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10. |
The man on the ballad
02:36
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I see him on the ring
In fact, plan was to understand.
Too many mornings and still breathing in.
Motorcycle sound in my head
Love below zero on the air again
Love is the ice like the man.
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11. |
Gun runner
02:53
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He said run
Boy get a gun
go get a gun
gotta get some fun
gonna run run
God is a gun
Run run
run with it
He said god make me okay
Fake the runway
Take the gun say
Play it today
He said pray now for
Vision now
Mission love
Miss it how
Wish me luck
like a voice in a deep dream:
Swimming upstream
Coming up clean
He had thought
Give me more days
give me more ways
give me more say
Leave this ordeal
He said just can't give up
Vision now
Mission love
Miss it how
Wish me luck
like a voice in a deep dream:
Swimming upstream
Coming up clean
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12. |
Mirror mirror
04:55
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Mirror mirror
Who's that off-the-wall
Hit and miss her
Mister-know-it-all
Fact: smash the glass but it is clear "you're cracked"
Fast track the last odd years, they're bad, man your sad, think your radical oh-so mad
But you look inside the mirror and you're broken
Snow white powder, blue by dawn
Snow white powder...having fun
Young, dumb and numb, full of cum-bersome thoughts
Mirror Mirror
Shiver at the sight
Fingers quiver
Seldom sleep at night
Trapped with your back...again-no wall, you fall
Back in your flat with your true... stash, it all starts to fail, you crawl, tooth on nail, light bites your eyes, reading corners.
Snow white powder... blue by dawn
Snow white flowers... now you're gone
Veins turned to vine, all you never wanted.
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13. |
The scales
01:45
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14. |
Ropes
04:17
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Slip the news on necks that fit
I never will hang in
You better just hang on
Tripped on clues 'till I felt sick
You said I must be tripping
I know I saw you with him
Tick Tuck, I walk the talk
time stops and ticks me off
Lips gone mute
We kissed hung out
I never will give in
you better just put out
Gripped your truth, roped in by bliss
You felt I left you hanging
It never really sank in
Steeped in blues we coped with it
I guess we"ll keep on hanging
seems just like we"re hanging
slit the news with throats and fists
I bet you'd like to thank him
Hanging on is like hanging
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15. |
Rumi
02:04
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16. |
Deep drink
02:11
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Deep drink is satisfying every hour since I realized what's kinda a lifetime.
And I love this smell I recognize it in my dreams, it feels like almost never found a thought.
And now it's quite light like the flight of the fishes somewhere in dark water.
Drifter talked out loud:
can time speak back?
can time speak back?
Now since I'm not crazy I don't care no more 'bout how you feel.
Let you hear some radio, lie by tv shows, suit some black coffee to the newspaper, one more morning knocking at your door and you pretend don't see who's waiting.
One friend said out loud:
Can time glut pain again?
Can time glut pain again?
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17. |
Waves of the ocean
03:43
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18. |
Rollin' on
02:10
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19. |
Life alone
02:39
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No.
You don't understand.
Excuse me if I hurted you.
I just like spending my time with you.
And not staring at the screams, when I usually watch my life alone.
Rarely... I rarely watch at movies alone.
No.
You don't understand.
Excuse me if I hurted you.
I just like spending my time with you.
And not staring at the screams, when I usually watch at my life alone.
I rarely... I rarely could make it change baby.
No.
You won't understand.
I pray for staying another night, yes ain't into Jesus but with little fresh time.
And not staring at the scene, when I finally watch at your life goes by.
Rarely... I rarely remember the night before.
Or then the morning unlikely setting the streets.
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