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Transcendence of Time
05:47
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Isolated fault lines; Isotonic Dreams
Fruit is dripping off the vine; We realize we're obscene
Glacial pace of saving face; A frozen appetite
A universal quiet place; An apathy for life
A world is bursting at the seams
A world is torn apart by dreams
A knowledge gained from history books; Original sin
A muddled life of dirty looks; What will be has been
A comic strip of cosmic fate; A look inside a mind
Of greater things, of outer space; Of Transcendence of Time
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Terrorizing Thoughts
06:11
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The whisper of the wind
The quiet passing of the stars
(In my mind, I'm running
But I won't get very far)
From the terrorizing thoughts
That plague the darkest corners of my mind
(I've shut out all the lights
On everything about me that I liked)
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The Sea
05:38
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I dream of everything:
The dam(m/n)ing of the sea
I dream of passing ships
That sail for you and me
I let the waves erase
The memories I don't want
Until they wash away
To se(a/e) a million ports
I'd like to drown myself
At least drown who I was
But who I was is who I am
With fewer cuts and scars
If I could build a ship
Lord knows that I would
Maybe if I sailed away
I'd know just where I stood
They say the sea's a lonely place
Lonely's what I am
Because I can't find no company
With anyone on land
If I could let the tides dictate
Then maybe I could smile
Instead I'm doomed to row away
To float here in exile
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St. James Infirmary
06:45
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I went down to the St. James Infirmary
To see my little baby. Now she's stretched on a cold, white table
So cold, so pale, so sweet
Let her go, let her go
God bless her. Wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find a sweet man like me
I want six crapshooting pallbearers
Chorus gonna sing me a song. Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise hell as I go along
Roll out your rubber tired carriage.
Roll out your old time hat. Twelve men are going down to the graveyard.
And eleven are coming back
Now that I have told my story
Another shot of booze. And if anyone should happen to ask me
I've got those St. James Infirmary Blues
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I. A Wartime Letter from a Wartime Soldier
My eyes have seen the glory of the dawning of this war, so I'm marching through the streets of town and kicking down the doors. People stop and stare and scream and cower into stores while the troops are marching on.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
While the troops are marching on
II. A Presidential Address
I've not seen the horrors that these tanks and guns have caused, for I simply sit behind a desk and deal the world its cards. I've never stood on blood-soaked soil, don't have a single scar, for my armies march, not I.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
For my armies march, not I
III. A Lament from the Barracks
We are merely puppets made by men we've never seen. Striking up a match and dousing us in kerosene. We get our pictures posted in our local magazines, but only when we're gone.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Only when we're gone
IV. (a voice from the rubble)
I am but a victim in this oil-driven fued, begging for a single cent and dancing for my food. The bombs that dropped all ripped from the life that I once knew as I watched my people die.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
As I watched my people die.
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Down in the willow garden,
where me and my love did meet
It was there we were a-courting,
my love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine,
my love she did not know
So I poisoned that dear little girl,
down on the banks below
I drew my sabre through her,
it was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river,
it was a horrible sight
My father oft had told me,
money would set me free
If I would murder that poor little girl,
whose name was Rose Connolly
Now he stands at his cabin door,
wiping his tears from his eyes
Gazing on his own dear son
Up on the scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun,
the devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl,
whose name was Rose Connelly
For I did murder that dear little girl,
whose name was Rose Connelly
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7. |
I Am My Own Captain
04:29
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I've got a knapsack on my back
As I walk into the black
I watch my step at every
Sidewalk crack
I'm like a surgeon with precision
Every well-thought out decision
Seems to guide me as I make each
Wide incision
I'm like a soldier without weapons
Saying "Whatever happens, happens
If life's a ship, then I am
My own captain
And If someone tries to board it
Thinking that they'll be rewarded
I'll just tell them that the treasure
Isn't worth it
'Cause I'm a man without a mission
I've stopped thinking
I've stopped wishing
For the truth
Now I'm a bard who tells his story
And I haven't had a worry
Since I stopped telling everybody
I was sorry
So I snap, I hum, I whistle
With one hand on my pistol
And I'll shoot the sky if even starts
To drizzle
'Cause I've convinced myself that life is
Much better when you're lifeless
I've exchanged my collared shirts for collared life vests
Now I don't know if it's better
Since I burned that old grey sweater
That I wore on the day that I first met her
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Lookin' for a Rock
06:36
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I'm all out of money, I'm all out hope
I'm all done with cutting my life up to make it whole
I'm tired of waiting, waiting for stars
To shoot across the sky, I'm waiting for a car to take me home
I'm looking for an airport or a phone booth
I'm looking for a way back home, I've got nothing to lose
I read some Kerouac then hit the road
I guess that life's not meant to be spent so alone
'Cause I've been looking for a rock to call my own
I've been looking for a rock to call my home
I've been looking for a rock that doesn't roll
I've been looking for a rock to call my own
Thought I had wisdom. Wisdom's a wash
When there ain't anyone around to hear you talk
Thought I'd meet California sunlight with a smile
But I've been stuck in neutral, haven't moved a mile
Thought I'd look for emptyness. Life's a tumbleweed
Blowin' cross the desert, I've got dust beneath my feet
Found some peace and a couple of hours. That's all I need
To get some thinking done to convince myself to leave
'Cause I've been looking for a rock to call my own
I've been looking for a rock to call my home
I've been looking for a rock that doesn't roll
I've been looking for a rock to call my own
Drive me down now, drive me down to the station
Calm me down now, calm me like a vacation
Make me feel like I haven't been so mistaken
Drive me down now, drive me down to the station
Calm me down now, calm me like a vacation
Make me feel like I haven't been so mistaken
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