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pine tree
02:44
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pine tree had one eye
he smiled, i got more wasted
the river made me cry
small pleasures i had tasted
the glowing cauldron dried my bones and cooked the salty flesh
bear dont mean no good
he keeps me from the secret
the mountains and the sun
neither one will speak it
there's nothing left but blasphemy
the symbols ride it out
the mystery knows why
empty patterns, like wind as it scatters
home to the homeless rite
(honest to God the fraud is plain)
the hanged man prays his own name
(name it, an island that can't be named)
the reefs, the rock, the sound
the forest holds the night
the bird, she sings to heaven
i sang to my guitar
and went to sleep forever
the troubles that i had were gone,
i went out with a smile
its all invisible
until it's seen
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when you loved me
02:35
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there's no need to be afraid
bad things seem to work out somehow
i don't have answers
i don't see a reason to shout
what is it about
when you cant please yourself
but the rest come so natural to please
you wind up lying face up in your neighbors front yard
absorbed in the stars
now you're fully alone
making it home
wishing i was something else
just think of me when you loved me
and remember that i loved you too
the setting of the sun don't mean that it's done
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3. |
traveler
03:16
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shades of shifting light, oh tormented night
i’ll be here
from this moonwashed hill, there’s a valley still
i’ll soon be there
an ancient childhood standing guard
of this black-garden,
borrowed temple of leaves
as all these changes come, making up the sum of being there
let there be no mistake, this is the price to awake and find yourself here
an ancient childhood standing guard
of this black garden,
borrowed temple of leaves
there is no other way, and how else could it be?
time is the shepherd
feast of newborn care lost in a dying prayer
(I’ll be there)
In a dying prayer
(I’ll be here)
Dying prayer
(I’ll be there)
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4. |
once more to hold
04:33
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Oh Lord, i miss that girl
buried by the live oak tree;
her headstone holds down the skin of the earth,
wanting to crawl away
the night is black
the air is cold
i want her back
in my arms, once more to hold
the whole night through,
the whippoorwill cries out her mournful song,
heralding my anguish to the Angel of Death;
yes, it's the saddest of songs
the night is black
the air is cold
i want her back
in my arms, once more to hold
Oh Lord, please heed my prayer,
i beg your gracious release;
please reunite my spirit with hers,
i pray for this night to end
the night is black
the air is cold
i want her back
in my arms, once more to hold
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cautionary tale
02:57
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there was a boy who couldn’t stay awake
his eyes were shut down low for that sake
the dirty room with tater sheets at night
and dentist teeth-cast nightlights for light
take it as it comes
take the letting go
till the stars on the ceiling barely glow
into the evening hours
out with the plague
in with the new
it’s as good a way as any I know to never wear shoelace,
or apple paste
and not eat birthday cake
all year
the televisor spangled till it snowed
his head swelled and flashed red like a toad
his hands and feet were turning into snakes
the laughing night gives more than it takes
naked as it comes
waking lets it go
to the moths in the closet eating clothes
into the morning hours
birthing the sun
making new holes
it’s as good a way as any I know to never wear shoelace,
or apple paste
and not eat birthday cake
all year
ruxpen and engines of fire and light
pennants and soldiers and pied piper kite
call him to come to the smoking pond
on to the great beyond
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river
03:38
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down by the palm lined river
where me and my heartbeat did lay
to and from forever is where we will always stay
we stuck our toes in the river
to see if we could stand
but we don’t need to walk on water to be in the moment at hand
the river went down to the ocean
me and my heartbeat went too
we got sick of the motion
it wasn’t what we were used to
we went back down to the river
to see if forever was gone
the moment became faith in the future
and the river just kept flowing on
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shadowland
02:49
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aint no sense in wondering
i proved it to myself
this is all my own creation
this is all my own hell
all those winding roads
and all the wicked paths
that led me into darkness
through the sordid past
oh i’m leaving here, for i can no longer stay in this shadowland
people i’ve mistreated
like brambles by the way
i ask for their forgiveness
though i know i can’t be saved
oh i’m leaving here, for i can no longer stay in this shadowland
now i can clearly see
that the light on the hill
where everything is real
up where the shadows flee
....there’s a home for me
yesterday’s a phantom
tomorrow is a grave,
but i have found redemption
in the light of this day
oh i’m leaving here, for i can no longer stay in this shadowland
oh i’m leaving here, for i can no longer stay in this shadowland
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soul of man
06:06
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the earth has shifted
i no longer know who I am
the morning comes
the darkness softens
and I don’t doubt
that death is a gift
and I am a fool of fire by right
the ride is done
i'm going down, out past capitol town
yes, i'm going down where i can get free,
with my family
you might find Jesus
you might find the drugstore
you might fall backwards into the soul of man
but if you wind up somewhere off in the distance
just don’t blame me
i was happy to be
somewhere in between
the dream and sleep
i think of the wasteland
the years i spent wandering
now there’s only the mountain, then glory from there
despite what has shifted, despite every distance,
the space that’s between me and the machine don’t mean anything unless it’s there
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come home sinner
03:40
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come home sinner, i call unto thee
lately this has been in my head
im cold, im tired, im hungry
been forsaken and left for dead
a single elm tree in an open field
reminding me there's still a home
what is a tree, and what is a man?
and what is a fall from grace?
what's in remembering you don't understand
that helps you remember your place?
a single elm tree in an open field
reminding me there's still a home
when i leave this world i will miss you
when i leave this world i will miss you
when i leave this world i will miss you
when i leave this world i will miss you
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