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In the coldest hour something's going down
Whatever pierced the heart it didn't make a sound
I am terrified but I'm not losing sleep
If I'm falling then I'm falling at her feet
I'm leaving America, I'm taking a girl
I'm selling my soul again, I'm gaining the world
Every sense defies this impossible dream
None of the history books describe what I've seen
The rose, the breath, the undying spark
The lotus heart's open, embracing the dark
The uncharted road is the not-coming-back
The language I speak is the words that I lack
The oncoming cars, the wedding of stars
Well I know your name or recognise your face
Or by what means I'll be delivered from this place
Here comes the gun, there goes the flash
Once the bullet leaves it's never coming back
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl
And every detail embodies the world
What kind of goals define this impossible dream
None of the picture-books reflect all I've seen
I'm leaving America, I'm taking the girls
I'm far from the future and ambush the world
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl
And every detail embodies the world
What kind of goals define this impossible dream
None of the history books describe where I've been
I'm leaving America, I'm taking a girl
I'm far from the future and ambush the world
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I see the lines in the palm of its hand now
I listen hard but no words spring to mind
And it sounds so sweet, listen to its heartbeat
And I'm drowning in its sea
Falling at its feet
Listen to my heartbeat baby
And the blood sail leaves tonight
Fated in its blindness
And it won't be long before help is at hand
And the darkness sleeps
Cushioning the heartbeat
And I killed the captain, sank the fleet
To liberate the heartbeat baby
And it sounds so sweet
And it sounds so sweet
Listen to our hearts beat
And the darkness sleeps
Cushioning the heartbeat
And I'm drowning in its sea
Falling at its feet
Listen to my heartbeat baby
It speaks to ghosts and souls alike
Springs to life, and doesn't think twice
Wrapped in the blood sail
Bathed in snow
Nailed to the source and it won't let go
Fed on the bible, grown from trees
It opened the mind and the heart was free
A home in the silence, safe from sound
Where trouble sleeps and the light is found
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He arrives by night
Open up the door and let him in
She's the sole proprietor
Exchanging two for one
She's the sole proprietor
There is no other
Who would have thought she's in Albuquerque
When Mother calls he must come
Out of hiding
Remembers nothing
Takes the books
Shades of mid-life crisis
Eyes of petrochemical blue
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Messages ran all over town
Words without sound
Condemned me
And left me for dead
All over again
It wasn't the first time, but this time
Things will never be the same
Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
In the church of the lost and found
The angels cry
Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
Until the ravaged soul begins
To reflect the open skies, ride
The chapel was burned
Razed to the ground
From the darkest of clouds
Small birds tumbled like rain
Time and again
You may go charging at windmills
In these days
Absurdities never change
Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
In the church of the lost and found
The angels cry
Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
Until the ravaged soul begins
To reflect the open skies, ride
In the thick of the woods
The word is taboo
In the darkest of continents
Light can deceive you
Ride, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground
In this world of lost and found
The eagles fly, ride
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She said "Come to me and sit you down
You'll always return as I promised you would
When you're through playing games with the bad and the good
Immerse your heart in the remains of the day
On the golden way"
She's telling me stories of surrender and joy
Of warrior gods that the heavens deployed
And love that spills out from the words on the page
In this golden age
Shoot an arrow to Shiva
Through the blood of the sun
The prayers of a lifetime will not go unsung
On the golden way
The shadows emerge from night into day
And rally through lifetimes in anger and rage
But love embraces all
In the golden age
And the knife enters deep
But I'm longing to sing
The fool's ready to take the place of the king
It's the wildest of things
Destroyed and glistening
On silent wings
On the golden way
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Behind the iron gates
The shifts were workes in silence
Each weekend beckoned like Ulysses's sirens
And as the words were few
We'd listen to the radio
It was loud, and irritated me so
I'll tell you I love you
Like my favourite pop song
These promises won't keep
Though every road begins and ends with you
The fall still hurts, the bruise still blue
I'll paint you pictures of bright tomorrows
But the money goes and the time goes to
I'll tell you I love you
"Like the stars above you"
Like my favourite pop song
Wild, unwise, trivialised, untrue
We squander these gifts
Like another sunday supplement
Theres just so much cash in the hands of the government
I'll tell you I love you
Like my favourite pop song
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Help me
I feel like I'm weightless
Floating right out of your hands
And there's only so much I aspire to
Taking one day at a time
And deliverance has many faces
But grace is an acquaintance of mine
Tell me how could it have happened?
You know that we're not the marrying kind.
Travel light, don't think twice
We're leaving the shadows behind.
It's given us this wonderful wanderlust
I don't doubt it, I feel it
Help me
This waterboy's wasted
Falling right out of your sky
And there's nothing I could do without you here
Loving the state that I'm in
Between no longer and not yet
On the threshold of some brighter thing
The match was struck and I was fire
The embers of a drowning man
Tell me why won't I listen
Or acknowledge that I don't understand?
Losing light, a selfish kind
And we're out on the road again
It's given us this wonderful wanderlust
I don't doubt it, I feel it
Turn the headlights on full
I want to take in it all
And let it wash over me
The bridge looked so high
From the banks that we climbed
But we climbed them so that we could be free
Give me no dreams of what the future brings
I need to know when I have gone too far
Repeated lightning strikes
Up and down the spine
They search us out wherever we are
In a world full of lies
That tug at the truth
I'm taking no sides
'Cos I recognise you.
It's given us this wonderful wanderlust
I don't doubt it, no
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One push
You fall in
Born in darkness
Born in darkness
Built on shame
And hurting
Filled with science
Filled with science
And stars, stars, stars
Find the ladder
Climb the ladder
To God's monkey
No songs to sing
That I believe in
That I believe in
Can't breathe the air
It's too thin
This far from heaven
This far from heaven
And stars, stars ...
Find the ladder
Climb the ladder
To God's monkey
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When the little one came
A hole was blown open
A partial surrendering in the midst of knowing
And for an instant the constant heart shed its own tears
Wave upon wave carried me over
Beyond the peripheries of hope and fear
Deadening the voice of relentless biography
I stood at the centre and danced at the extremities
Mapping the city as subtle as silence
Then on, outwards, into the darkness
When the crazy one came
She placed her finger on my forehead
And pushed on through
I woke up, face on fire
Spitting out diamonds
Thoroughly lost to logic
Craving her madness
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He gambles on the saddle
He's pulling at the mane
He thrashes at the horse's back
Ambition is a bloody game
Horse doesn't want to jump
The river looks too wide
Well he faces every hurdle
With a nervous state of mind
"Stay with me, breathe deeply
Take three paces back
Turn and make a full attack"
The gods are laughing
And they're tugging at the reins
But they've taken to their wings
And they hit the bank
Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off
His finger's on the trigger
His eye is on the clock
He doesn't give the game away
And quickly fires the bulets off
Six hearts cut short
Still dreaming they're alive
Blown 'round in dusty circles
Like an absent state of mind
Who hunter, who victim?
God love America
He surely doesn't love him
Hitching out of nowhere
Lines of traffic knee deep
A chance to stave the morning off
And get some sleep
Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off
He wears a crucifix
His mother left to him
It's wrapped in chains around his heart
Rusted and wafer thin
"Don't count on luck son"
all the angels sing
"Don't need to check the weathervane
We all know what tomorrow brings"
Life is a cattle farm
Coyotes with the mules
Life is a bullring
For taking risks and flouting rules
Who needs a safety net
The world is open wide
Just look out for the card sharks
And the danger signs
Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off
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Hold your head up sonny boy
Let the earth dry on it
It won't hurt you
It won't hurt you
Tell me something sonny boy
Baptised and plunged
Is it worth it?
It must be worth it
Hold your head up sonny boy
Let the earth dry on it
It won't hurt you
It won't hurt you
Let's renew the promise
Break our wings upon it
If in peace there's power
Cover me with flowers
Tie your shoelace little girl
Time is waiting on it
And when it's over
And when it's over........?
I can offer nothing
This nothing's everlasting
I could be Shiva lying
Beneath ferocious darkness
My heart's devoured
Cover me with flowers
Let me see the face
Of all enduring grace
Let me take a crack at
All that matters
And in the weightless hours
Cover me with flowers
Cover me with flowers
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Little girl
Won't you come inside and play
Aparna and Nimisha have played with you all day
Isabel
Come inside
The sun is setting, it's getting dark
Nishima's gone away
Come inside and play
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Maybe I'm wrong
I should just keep moving on...
I suppose.
But I'll see it through
Just like some kind of fool.
You say you care
That this kind of life
Leads nowhere.
Still, I guess, I'll see it through
Just like some kind of fool
The rules of the game
We constantly play
Can be cruel.
If nothing else remains
I've promised to stay
And I do.
Crying again, you say these words
Are just sentimental things,
But I'll stay with you
Just like some kind of fool.
All the things we say,
Apportioning blame are untrue
And nothing else remains,
I've promised to stay
And I do,
And I do… like some kind of fool.
The rules of the game
We so often play
Can be cruel.
If nothing else remains
I've promised to stay
And I do,
And I do… like some kind of fool
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Welcome to Sun State
The language of light
The energy's impulse
The loud, dark, iron
The purpose of history
The Eurasian Steppes
From threshold to threshold
Astonishment
You've misunderstood the place where you stand
God Man
From different maps
Dead bees on a cake
You're sweeping the forest
Man, it's getting late
The milkweed is growing
Through cotton grass
You borrowed the car
But you didn't ask
You've misunderstood the place where you stand
God Man
Then everything's dark
You're wrapped up
Born into brightness
You've misunderstood the place where you stand
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All the buildings I have loved
Are barely standing
All the children too young and thin
Sing bamboo music
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God is in the silences
Between the rhythms
Rise and falling
The starring of the skies of blue
The promise of tomorrow's calling
Hey ho and away we go
Hey ho come morning
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In the coldest hour something's going down
Whatever pierced the heart it didn't make a sound
I am terrified but I'm not losing sleep
If I'm falling then I'm falling at her feet
I'm leaving America, I'm taking a girl
I'm selling my soul again, I'm gaining the world
Every sense defies this impossible dream
None of the history books describe what I've seen
The rose, the breath, the undying spark
The lotus heart's open, embracing the dark
The uncharted road is the not-coming-back
The language I speak is the words that I lack
The oncoming cars, the wedding of stars
Well I know your name or recognise your face
Or by what means I'll be delivered from this place
Here comes the gun, there goes the flash
Once the bullet leaves it's never coming back
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl
And every detail embodies the world
What kind of goals define this impossible dream
None of the picture-books reflect all I've seen
I'm leaving America, I'm taking the girls
I'm far from the future and ambush the world
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl
And every detail embodies the world
What kind of goals define this impossible dream
None of the history books describe where I've been
I'm leaving America, I'm taking a girl
I'm far from the future and ambush the world
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I count the tables, she counts the trees
I tell her stories, she speaks of everything she sees
I'm in the shade, she's in the blinding light of heaven
Her fire razed my paper boats
And now she stands before me opening the buttons of her coat
I find myself wrapped in the open arms of heaven
She's giving me everything she owns
Electricity
Now he has worked these idle hands
I've turned my back while she's done everything she can
I've lied awake eaten by the poverty of anger
She's giving me directions home
I don't see a thing
Just this gentle glow of halos
He told me of the grace I lacked
He clipped my wings, but now my strength is coming back
I'll lay my case before the open heart of heaven
She's giving me everything she owns
I don't see a thing
Just this gentle glow of halos
She's giving me everything she owns
I don't see a thing
She's giving me directions home
I don't hear a thing
Just this (........) of halos
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In the coldest hour something's going down
Whatever pierced the heart it didn't make a sound
I am terrified but I'm not losing sleep
If I'm falling then I'm falling at her feet
I'm leaving America, I'm taking a girl
I'm selling my soul again, I'm gaining the world
Every sense defies this impossible dream
None of the history books describe what I've seen
The rose, the breath, the undying spark
The lotus heart's open, embracing the dark
The uncharted road is the not-coming-back
The language I speak is the words that I lack
The oncoming cars, the wedding of stars
Well I know your name or recognise your face
Or by what means I'll be delivered from this place
Here comes the gun, there goes the flash
Once the bullet leaves it's never coming back
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl
And every detail embodies the world
What kind of goals define this impossible dream
None of the picture-books reflect all I've seen
I'm leaving America, I'm taking the girls
I'm far from the future and ambush the world
The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl
And every detail embodies the world
What kind of goals define this impossible dream
None of the history books describe where I've been
I'm leaving America, I'm taking a girl
I'm far from the future and ambush the world
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