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Slanting Light
03:39
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Slanting light on the window pane,
your naked body, like the morning rain.
Shifting blame like the turning tide,
but the Ocean always arrives..
Slanting light on the window pane,
your naked body, like the morning rain.
Shifting blame like the turning tide,
but the Ocean always arrives.
The ultimate forbidden distraction,
foreboding lies and destruction,
but I still search for your voice in the blowing wind,
but I still search for your voice in the blowing wind,
but I still search for your voice in the blowing wind,
but I still search for your voice in the blowing wind.
Slanting light on the window pane,
your naked body, like the morning rain.
Shifting blame like the turning tide,
but the Ocean always arrives.
Slanting light on the window pane,
your naked body, like the morning rain.
Shifting blame like the turning tide,
but the Ocean always arrives.
The ultimate forbidden distraction,
foreboding lies and destruction,
but I still search for your voice in the morning rain,
but I still search for your voice in the morning rain,
but I still search for your voice in the morning rain,
but I still search for your voice in the morning rain.
I still search for your voice in the morning rain.
I still search for your voice in the morning rain.
I still search for your voice in the morning rain.
I still search for your voice in the morning rain.
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Gasoline
04:06
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Another raining Saturday,
Boxes full as we heave them to the square.
Just a little bit of money,
To tie us over, to make it to the fair....
They’re all window shopping,
Shining boots and new bows in their hair.
Take one and leave the other,
Selective heart, oh, they don't care….
We drove out on a high on life
Raced for the border to arrive on time
The van ran out of Gasoline
And we were trapped on the frontline
We were trapped on the frontline
We take home all our produce,
Our worn down hearts and our greying hair,
Hopeful for tomorrow,
Tomorrow someone, somebody will dare
Hold the apple like a glowing heart,
Quit talking numbers, and walk back to the start,
Down old lane of Merlin,
The crystal caves sparkled in their day....
We drove out on a high on life
Raced for the border to arrive on time
The van ran out of Gasoline
And we were trapped on the frontline
We were trapped on the frontline
We were trapped on the frontline
We were trapped on the frontline
Waking up from your
Bewildering dream
You cant remember
So you just fall back asleep
Waking up from your
Bewildering dream
You cant remember
So you just fall back asleep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
……………………………………………………………………………
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3. |
The Thief
02:56
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Waiting on the cliffs tonight,
for the waves to split softly,
Out on the dolomites,
hoping that the soil will support me.
Looking down on what's before me,
Fabrication suddenly fading,
Losing all my memories,
The vastening ocean steals my eyes.
Looking down on what's before me,
Fabrication suddenly fading,
Losing all my memories,
The vastening ocean steals my eyes.
I refuse to see,
that the ocean is with me,
slowly
Looking down on what's before me,
Fabrication suddenly fading,
Losing all my memories,
The vastening ocean steals my eyes.
Looking down on what's before me,
Fabrication suddenly fading,
Losing all my memories,
The vastening ocean steals my eyes.
Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah
Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah
Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah
Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah
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4. |
Fall Migration
03:00
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(The Fall Migration of Mourning Doves)
That's the best kind of love
Migration of a dove
Ill follow a fail
Remember my name
A night drifting into your arms,
You'll be gone before the suns wakes
But nothing could take
From Our moment
After the summer storm
The Blauet flashed by the lake
I saw her quickly bathe
She’s leaving
And when the cumulus clouds ripple to distancing hills
And the air is clear, humidity heavy and still
The sun sets again,
Are you out or are you in?
✵ ☽ ✶✶ ☽ ✵
He reached for her hand,
on the mountain side.
He reached for her hand,
on the mountain.
He reached for her hand,
on the mountain side.
He reached for her hand,
for the last time.
She reached for his heart,
on the mountain side.
She reached for his heart,
on the mountain.
She reached for his heart,
on the mountain side,
on the mountain side,
still on the mountain side
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Jackdaw
04:12
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Give it to me baby
I heard that your off
The way that that you told me
I couldn't shake it off
Your going up the country
How long
Your going up the country
How long
Give it to me baby
'Cas we've not got long
So give it to me baby
Give me your all
Your going to change country
How come
Your going to change country
how soft
Give it to me baby
For so long
You give me shivers
Every time that we talk
Couldn't you feel it
Our bodies were one
Couldn't you feel it
The world had stopped
Give it to me baby
The words of your song
Give it to me baby
We could live for love
Couldn't you feel it
Our bodies were one
Couldn't you feel it
The world had stopped
Slow it down baby
Life could be long
Slow it down baby
Hear the Jackdaw
Give it to me baby
Cas ‘I know that your wrong
The sun will be shining
If you're still here at morn'
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