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Cold to the very roots of your teeth/ And sold to the very land at your feet/You were my savior / You were my holy man/ And scared of the very maps that you read/ What is this blue enveloping me?/ You were my savior/ You were my holy man/ And boys you don’t know your strength/ For it’s mind over matter/ And you dig, you dig your trench/You were my stranger/ You were my lonely man/ You were my stranger/And you were my holy, holy man/ Oh and when I was there they were all stuck together/ With their bodies so bare/ No divinity is better and/ their feathers were raw from an undone saw/ Their teeth they were battered but they spewed/ The light of the ladder/ To the miracle realm/ You were my saviors/ You were my only ones/ You were my parchment/ And you were my only tongues/ Oh and when I was there I put them all back together/ In a line that I drew at the end of my tether but they/ didn’t comply with the eye of my mind/ No they just dug further and further inside/ of the matter of the miracle realm/ Inside of my matter/ Of the miracle realm/ And dried to the very seed of your life/ And grown from the very thought of my mind/ You are no strangers/ For you are my holy sons/ You are no strangers/ You are my holy, holy ones.
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Charcoal & Rain
02:42
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Darlin’ I’m so young/ Didn’t see it coming, did you?/ Thought that I couldn’t/ hurt a fly on the wall/ Charcoal and rain, honey/ Charcoal and rain/ puts a damp in my brain/ Darling I know this: (I didn’t know it then…)/ You can trust in me/ but I can’t promise you anything/ Charcoal and rain, honey/ Charcoal and rain/ puts a damp in my brain/ Summer wasn’t summer this year/ And some aren’t years at all.
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Northern Lights
04:03
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You tired of passions long ago now/ And you were the fashion of the age/ You gazed upon that mirror:/ feeble face, you’re a lip-bitten sinner/ You know there’s not a soul to save/ You were the charm of Pleasure’s pains, Lord/ And you challenged gods to fateful duels/ Your opal eyes did glimmer/ Stripped of skin, you’re a blood-bathed swimmer/ Apollo put you in your grave/ So make me a wizard’s hat/ ‘cause I’d like to take the meanness out of you/ You smirk like the Cheshire Cat/ Your eyes, the Northern Lights, oh how they bruise/ We sailed for freedom long ago, now/ But we never reached the other shore/ Your feathers all are molting/ Without your beauty, are you nothing?/ This death will change forever more/ So make me a wizard’s hat/ ‘cause I’d like to take the meanness out of you/ You smirk like the Cheshire Cat/ Your eyes, the Northern Lights, oh how they bruise.
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The Gilded Age
02:32
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Where did you go/ when you took the dive? / You’d take the road/ but the road was far too wide/ I know you sleep/ in the church at night/ You’d take the road/ but the road is far too bright/ Got less than none/ I’m my father’s son/ I’d take nothing in a moment/ I’ve got zero for the price of one.
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Constellations
04:14
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What am I made of/ if not water controlled by a waning moon? / And what am I afraid of/ if not craving the earth I must consume? / I connect the dots, connect them lightly/ so I can erase the/ hidden constellations/ constellations of thought/ And what am I paid of/ if not pretty things I’ll never even use? / I wanted to stay up/ to hear the echo of your muse/ I connect the dots, connect them lightly/ so I can erase the/ hidden constellations/ constellations of thought/ And what are your hands for?/ And what do they know?/ I wanted their answer ‘long time ago…
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Southern Charmer
03:32
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Well I’m a lucky guy/ I got a Southern charmer wrapped (rapt) around my wrists/ And the moon hangs low/ beneath my collar bone/ We flew around/ We watched the ocean on the television/ And the salts pulsed/ out the ether, oh/ What is art supposed to do/ when you gut her out/ and you strip her glue? / I am the singer/ I’m the sung/ I am the painter and the painted one/ ‘Cause the blood flows/ out the ether oh/ Write it down child/ Write it down ‘cause the T.V. won’t/ No the T.V. won’t/ No the T.V. / We are the lovers and the loved/ We see no danger in that/ Write it down child…/ In my dream I was an object/ but the sun was a man/ And I could tell what he was feeling by/ the light in the sand/ And the boundaries we like to see/ slipped away/ out the ether, hey!
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Carefree Wandering
02:27
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Sail away spring bird/ Got stones in your gills/ You keep your head up/ You told me you will/ Gotta keep your head above the clouds/ Gotta keep your shadow on the ground/ I ain’t never seen a blue sky before/ I ain’t never seen/ Raft away schoolboy/ It hurts to be free/ Your daddy went AWOL/ Across the deep sea/ Gotta keep your pride/ Gotta keep your pride on the other side/ I ain’t never seen a blue sky before/ I ain’t never seen.
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Lavender & Sage
04:23
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There were days that you dressed me in lavender and sage/ I could have died in the scents that you laid on me/ Bury me/ Bury me on Chapel Hill/ There were times that we snuck around, kissed in the dark/ I could have curled a cocoon in your burning heart/ Bury me/ Bury me under the white sheets/ I know when I go it’s gonna get hard/ It’s gonna get hard/ There were nights that you bathed me with rosewater lips/ I could have cursed at the moon when the sky turned light/ Vivid dreams/ Vivid dreams and the lightness of things/ I know when I go it’s gonna get hard/ It’s gonna get hard/ ‘Cause the clouds are talking/ And the walls have ears/ And I’m miles away but you swear that I sway/ in the leaves of the trees/ Lavender and sage/ There were days that you dressed me in lavender and-
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Silent Seer
03:11
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Silent seer watch the wind/ And sleeping beauty/ You shall, you shall see/ Masked monster say your prayer/ And snow white skin/ is yours, oh yours to spare/ Healing lover lay your hand/ In death-like dreams/ you will understand.
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Sleep Water Eyes
03:21
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Sleep water eyes rolling back in my head/ And the cat was a curl at the end of the bed/ And the sun was a shunned lover and it burned/ Oh I miss you girl/ with a heave and a buzz/ And the time that we kissed/ on the white sheepskin rug/ And the sun was a lone lover and she shone/ Mind, my dear/ Someone is crossing the Leveler’s pier/ The chestnuts are growing up backwards this year/ The vicars are mystics/ And the devil is near/ Oh sippin’ your lips/ At the ends of the earth/ And you’re drunk in a state/ And the room is a whirl/ And the sun was your blood brother and he lunged for ya and you closed your eyes/ Time, my dear/ The angels are crossing the Leveler’s pier/ The daisies are popping up early this year/ The butcher’s a buddha and heaven is here/ Oh heaven is here/ But our bodies are built just like toys/ A shell and a hollow/ A heart for a dollar/ A spin in the pen and you’re broken again/ Back to the sun/ We’re going back/ with our backs to the sun.
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