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Strange Nation
04:22
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Past the tin roof there's a strange nation found for all the wily heads to lay down/ profits rise through all the green acreage, lined up to the sky while we hear no sound/ and it's all I see/ the rivers don't seem to lead me to a way out/ bombs are blazing with nothing to fight for in the wild west we create/ will you leave me, will you leave me to my home where the younger flies bellyache/ and it's all I see/ The rivers don't seem to lead me to a way out/ Will you meet me where you first showed me your heart was the only heir with a crown
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Living It
04:54
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I've an impulse to lay in the dark for some bullshit serenity/ These canyons I've drilled in my heart are filling in/ I've been where your living right now/ along with the snakes and fools/ if not for the glass in the sound I'd be living it/ We'll stay out on the avenue/ you could lead me down to the right sound/ I've copied the notes and the sparks of hundreds of past beliefs/ still, intention that's true in my heart is the greatest thing/ just give me a phone and a light/ reflections and dizzy moods/ these painful mistakes and lost time I won't regret/ I won't regret/ I've been where you're living right now
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The Sling
03:23
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Our lives both went up in the fire/ I find this sling makes a good fit/ I hear the soft crack of a lighter/ all into the light, all into the light/ I still need this greater than I did before/ this fucked up mess that's been serving as my head/ waking dreams of hazards that we all know aren't impending and should be treated so/ Let's beam this broadcast to the night/ We'll see the clouds burst then it's gone/ innocents dying somewhere else/ I'll call you on the phone
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Breathing Waves
03:56
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I am here and I am waiting/ I am sick and I am wrong/ thin laid shadow on a neighbor's stair/ You can elevate my life into impossible peaks, valleys splashed with greenery and light/ and we'll come home again/ this time I'm home and then it's not illusion or pretend/ I can see that I was mistaken/ there's realness to the pictures in my head/ It's so real and these paths are open/ your breathing waves of whispers pull me in/ It's ok to feel so frightened it's ok to feel alone/ my heart is still open when you go away/ We can build another tower, we can drop into our sea/ flesh and visions that are you and me/ and we'll come home again/ this time I'm home and then it's not illusion or pretend/ canyons raised that once cut through me/ burning flame that's never safe to hold/ if feelings wain, and you believe me, we'll step onto a ground that's seconds old
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All That We Know
04:06
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Green heads are folded, will blossom/ arms like melted candles bound for none/ flowers hide your face, we're wasted where we stand/ we could use some more hands
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The Speaking Machine Providence, Rhode Island
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