1. |
Winds
04:17
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I’ve got winds behind.
And at my side,
Ribbons laid out to be dyed.
Here’s to -
Catching shade, every day
We get the chance to stay
And braid what’s left behind.
Hanging out to dry -
A former sort of wist arrives
like a
a good time.
Still days can’t help but to drip
Ring them out, further
To blend
A pattern too bound.
And how do we make it out?
Leaning into or
Waiting for coming down.
Like wearing our shade,
Faded already
In the sun’s harsh embrace.
What’s cured
And almost burnt
Came before
A good time.
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2. |
Heather
03:33
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I’m trying hard to catch my breath,
Scratching time on acidic ground.
Break off the head if you want -
I’ll wrap you a white bell around.
It’s fine by me if you ride the heather down
It’s fine by me if you ride the heather down
All the way to town
Now august dry has come to spell
And one of us must take the call.
I volunteer to stay and clean
And leave a violet for the gone.
It’s fine by me if you ride the heather down
It’s fine by me if you ride the heather down
All the way to town
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3. |
We're Here
04:56
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We’re here again
A certain end to share
Touching that which darkness
Painted, in demand and, fair
Looks good from here
When I cross that line
I am right on time
You are close behind
With nothing to fear
I’m here with you,
Whether you want me to
Change or remain, at least
I can be
Well I can’t
Be cast from the brush
and stay
It yours to decide
Either way you find
You are right on time
I am right on time
With nothing to fear
We’re here
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4. |
All I Do
03:09
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I heard a storm’s
Calling me back
Gotta get a roof to count on
So I can just relax
All I do
One. Two.
Give it a rest
See it on through
I’m open wide
It’s hard to miss
Running on a fever
Got me further than the rest
All I do
One. Two.
Give it a chance
See it on through
I hear a storm
Calling me back
It’s rapping at the lack
I know
Without a rope
My bet is cast, and I
change my tune to follow
So I can just relax
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5. |
Backwards
04:17
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There is no fire;
There is no glass;
It's all what people want to see
And how to make it last.
I heard the mirage
Takes most the blame
So tell me, why did you let it steal your name?
How did you go backwards,
Riding through the day?
You sit on a crooked wheel
And I will show you the way
It’s more the why,
Then it is the how -
To watch the dust kick up,
Inviting me down.
All the answers,
Hot like a handle
Hot like holding fast
The things that we still ask - like -
How did I get here
On a wild floor?
It’s been so long
I don’t really know anymore
How did you go backwards
Riding through the day?
Sitting on a crooked wheel
Know that, I’m on the way
If you go I go too
Smiling at disbelief in what we leave behind
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6. |
To The Ditch
04:44
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Thought I knew what I wanted.
Maybe it was bronze,
Barking at the lurch,
And sinking each night into dawn.
Vernal tables turning,
With one broken leg.
Hanging on well, sideways.
Thinking where to go from here.
Now I’m wasting time,
I’m wasting yours and I’m
Wasting mine,
Giving nothing to the ditch.
While the measure was walking
We made a deal on the drive
Throwing out a wide
Simple change - hard it does fall.
Now I’m wasting time,
I’m wasting yours and I’m
Wasting mine,
Giving a win to the ditch.
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7. |
Pulling Wings
07:23
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You’ve gathered dust that’s not so bad.
I know some who don’t get the chance.
When the second ends,
What begins?
Raising hand
Comes back again,
Off the mess from a former shake
Bully for you, bully for the rake
What now?
A different dance, eyes sewn
Legs owed, the tune is still the same
Nothing’s changed
In what appears, In standard fashion
Discounting
Move on
Pull the sun into your eyes
And gone
What’s it look like
Right now,
I’m pulling wings for the spare,
That would really make my day.
Good bet on choice - just proving to try
to stay in my lane.
Call on dust
To each a win, if only - there’s
Those who have, those that work and those that spend
Out of sight, there’s an upper-hand
Out of focus, shadow-play
Every wall is green
If you know what i mean
Move on
Pull the sun into your eyes
And gone
What it looks like
Just what it looks like
Behind the gleam
Tired dream
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8. |
Shiner
04:36
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What’s it gonna take
To make you see -
The layer’s thin
Between.
Like Cut your hair,
The whole dead end.
I graduate, but I don’t win -
a temper is a precious thing
I’m lifted to
Shine down
On heavy ground.
Taking
the average to
Choose the runaround.
What’s left to take?
A shallow fit to break.
are we as gracious,
As the vulture to the road?
feeding on rock n roll
spitting every queue
On the wall / I divide
The word into
Shine down
Heavy ground.
Really no shiner,
Like the runaround.
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9. |
By Dusk
03:54
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By dusk-
I’ll be with you,
Sharing in what’s complete.
Slow turning and charity, to speak.
Waiting for the air to break-
We can take our time
Drinking in what is fair.
To make the corner
Share in what you see,
Ending where you want to be.
I’m going to ride all the way.
Counting on the sun
To burn the words you say -
“Something can be right
Being on the run”
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