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Heart of Wonder
03:50
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I have run through the valley
I have stormed the shore
Dug my fingers in fields of fortune
But never found what I’m looking for
The wind, it whines, through skies of plunder
Follow the signs for the heart of wonder
I have held holy close to my heart
Cursed my bended knees
Quoted many knowing minds
Lines I’ve read, but I’ve yet to believe
Words, they numb this pain and hunger
But nothing cures my heart of wonder
What moves in the long limbed grasses
What shadows the spirit catches
What will be waiting when we’re gone
I have heard heaven’s marching song
Sung it, word for word
Chased the blood of angel tongue
Strained my lungs, all to be heard
Still I hear it in the distant thunder
Just out of reach for the heart of wonder
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2. |
Sleepwalker
04:20
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I am the sleepwalker
Lonely shadow in the night
Looking for my lost lover
Hiding in the canyons of my mind
But you can’t help me
If you don’t want me
Any other way I try and spin it around
Confusing helpless with feeling selfish
I know, but baby it’s hard these days
Sleepwalking,
I’m sleep-calling out your name
No need to wake the doctor
No need to send for help
For I am the sleepwalker
Sleepwalking after no one else
But you can’t help me
If you don’t want me
Any other night I might be sleeping sound
Confusing dreaming with maybe believing
That you’d come wandering back this way
Sleepwalking,
Sleep-calling out my name
But you can’t help me
If you don’t want me
I know, but baby it’s hard these days
Sleepwalking,
Just sleep-calling out your name
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Where are all the pretty places?
Where did they go?
Torn down by all the lonely faces
For something to hold
Flat and static paved in progress name
But what will all our little children say
When the only place to play
Is in the dirty rain
Poison river, muddy water
A dead man’s float
Plastic people stacked in towers
With nowhere to go
The sun will fill with ice and concrete grey
Cold and dark go on for days and days
Till the only thing that remains
Is the dirty rain
Nothing’s really ever gold anymore
Nothing shines like it did before
Nothing’s really ever gold anymore
Nothing shines like it did before
Flat and static paved in progress name
But what will all our little children say
When the only place to play
Is in the dirty rain
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4. |
Hazel
04:17
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I always find it funny how
Her name is her disguise
The world calls her Hazel
But she has the blackest eyes
I watch her at her window
Stand lonely like the moon
I wonder what she’s looking for
I wonder why she’s blue
Oh Hazel
I dream each night about your love
Your raven eyes and feeble touch
Oh Hazel
You need not be alone my girl
So let me in your lonely world
They say she never smiles
Nor hardly speaks a word
I offer her a kind hello
It’s like she never heard
All the kids on the corner
They laugh and call her names
But they can’t see
How she shines in the rain
Oh Hazel
I dream each night of your caress
Fumbling fingers, naked breast
Oh Hazel
You need not be alone my girl
So let me in your lonely world
I wonder when your body yearns and pleads
I wonder do you ever think of me
Oh Hazel
I dream each night about your love
Your raven eyes and feeble touch
Oh Hazel
You need not be alone my girl
So let me in your lonely world
Yes, let me in your lonely word
Oh Hazel
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5. |
Rose Colored Blues
03:54
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One more dark and stormy morning
Waking with an aching in his head
Wiping off yesterday
All the hurt and spiteful words that were said
Well it seems to me he’s fallen
From grace in some sweet darling’s eye
But somewhere there’s another town
And another woman waiting down the line
Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don’t ever get too bad
When you got them ramblin’, rose colored blues
If he’s headed west and falls behind
Derailed neath blue Missoula sky
If the whistle blows him east
Into the dirty screaming New York City night
He might sleep beneath the stars
Or on some borrowed bed he’ll find along the way
He might charm a pretty face to keep him warm
But come the morning, on his way
Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don’t ever get too bad
When you got them ramblin’, rose colored blues
No storyline of destiny,
Fable, or fantasy you’ll find
Just another nowhere man
Going anywhere, anytime he minds
So while the world turns and worries
Money, war and glory, right or wrong
Silhouetted by the gloaming, off he goes
Singing this old song
Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don’t ever get too bad
When you got them ramblin’, rose colored blues
It don’t ever get too bad
When you got them ramblin’, rose colored blues
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6. |
Better Way
04:15
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I was wading in the mire, deep in the mud
It was sticking to my soles, drowning my love
Breathing in words of wisdom from fairweather friends
I was dreaming of a better way
I found myself like a fire finds folly in a flood
Suffocating just to sit where others stood
I found your eyes, they were drifting out towards mine
You were looking for a better way
Kristina, my believer
You pinned me down, and I carved out your name
Kristina, my believer
I found your love like a river finds its way
Sleepless nights we rumbled, tumbled in the dark
Finally lost within knowing how honest love can start
I touched your body, I made it all my own
And you held me in those unfamiliar ways
Kristina, my believer
You pinned me down, and I carved out your name
Kristina, my believer
I found your love like a river finds its way
Kristina, my believer
You pinned me down, and I carved out your name
Kristina, my believer
I found your love like a river finds its way
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Lauralee
03:55
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I used to love to watch the wind
Fall and lift again
Your flowing hair
All I could do was stare
That whispering quiet sound
When it all came tumbling down
Your skin all bare
It just isn’t fair
Cause I still feel you in the air somehow
Just like you were here, but you’re not here now
Lauralee
A word with wings
That’s all the wind sings
Lauralee
The bed that you once shared with me
Lies there like my enemy
Such a clever thief
To steal my sleep
Open windows, open eyes
But the wind don’t sing no lullabyes
All I hear
Is a voice, so clear
Asking where in the world did you go
After all my questions, I still don’t know
Lauralee
A word with wings
That’s all the wind sings
Lauralee
Lauralee
A word with wings
That’s all the wind sings
Lauralee
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8. |
Blood Hunters
03:19
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Every echo down your hall
Every scrawl upon your wall
Everywhere you find
Blood hunters
A siren wail and a crashing car
A stranger’s stare in an empty bar
Every crooked mile
Blood hunters
You can run and you can hide
They will be watching
Casting down their wretched eye
They will be waiting
Lover’s taste of salty skin
Steeple swaying, high on sin
Carving craters in your mind
You can run and you can hide
They will be watching
Casting down their wretched eye
They will be watching
Blood hunters in the night
They will be waiting
Funeral smiles, shadows play
Watch your step where spirits sway
You can run and you can hide
They will be watching
Casting down their wretched eye
They will be watching
Blood hunters in the night
They will be waiting
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Silk Flowers
04:09
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Another morning, wide awake
Different day, same mistake
Some nameless stranger lying in my bed
One more case of one more night
I’ll have one more so I can fight
That voice of reason weaving through my head
But darling you’re the only thing constant on my mind
Do you ever think about me, at least from time to time
Silk flowers forgotten on a lonely windowpane
Dusty, dreaming of the day they’d touch the satin rain
My love is like these roses, dying to be true
Withered, worn and waiting to find my way back to you
I spend my days and what money made
Biding time with wasted ways
Clinging to the same old blues again
All the shoulda been’s and the coulda done’s
Just loaded questions in a loaded gun
What’s the use in ridiculing words I left unsaid
But darling I’m still holding on, a blossom stuck in time
Do I ever cross your memory, like you’ve been crossing mine
Silk flowers forgotten on a lonely windowpane
Dusty, dreaming of the day they’d touch the satin rain
My love is like these roses, dying to be true
Withered, worn and waiting to find my way back to you
Right or wrong, I’m hanging on
Tracing your name in the sky
Counting clouds, crying out
Tears rolling by
By and by
Silk flowers forgotten on a lonely windowpane
Dusty, dreaming of the day they’d touch the satin rain
My love is like these roses, dying to be true
Withered, worn and waiting to find my way back to you
Withered, worn and waiting to find my way back to you
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10. |
Bourgeois King
05:05
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It’s all gone to hell in bourgeois city
Buy a ticket for some fun
Take a seat, and lord take pity
It’s the mulching of America
Holographic talking people
Coming from your tv screen
See the church and see the steeple
Praise to the bourgeois king
Parasites and politicians
Intertwined and holding hands
Feed us fiction and fabrication
Make this country great again
Newspaper, headline story
Who will stand for us and lead
Cast your vote and do your duty
Hail to the bourgeois king
We’ll build a wall to block the enemy
Build a wall to keep us free
Build a wall to block the enemy
Build a wall to keep us free
We’ll build a wall to block the enemy
Build a wall to keep us free
Build a wall to block the enemy
Build a wall to keep us free
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11. |
What It Means To You
04:09
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It was good the first time
But all good things must end
Sweet while it lasted
So why go and try it again
You keep on reaching
For one more roll of the dice
I've made my mistakes
But I won't make them twice
There's no sense in crying
There's no need to blame
When all that you're wanting
Is just more of the same
You can keep all the memories
That you're holding on to
I've already let go
Of what it means to you
Your looks may linger
If I catch your eye
There's no use in wondering
If I'm waving hello or goodbye
But there’s one thing for certain
Something you should understand
Sometimes love just slips through your hands
There's no sense in crying
There's no need to blame
When all that you're wanting
Is just more of the same
You can keep all the memories
That you're holding on to
I've already let go
Of what it means to you
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