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02/23/2010 |
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I might be a part of this,
Ripple on water from a lonesome drip,
A fallen tree that witnessed me,
I'm alone. Him and me.
And then life itself could not aspire,
To have someone be so admired,
I threw creation to my king,
With a silence broken with a whispered wind.
All of this can be broken.
All of this can be broken.
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.
Root to root and tip to tip
I look at him, my country gip,
Let it up, I own his fears,
But someone brought you close to tears.
Many trains and many miles,
Brought you to me on this sunny isle,
What of which you wish to speak
Have you come here to rescue me?
All of this can be broken.
All of this can be broken.
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.
But the love of your life,
Lives but lies no more,
And where she lay a flower grows.
The arms are fed
The babes have wed and the backs have bled
Keeping her in tow
But I am your keeper
And I hold your face away from light,
I am yours till they come,
I am yours till they come.
Eye to eye,
Nose to nose,
Ripping off each others clothes,
In the most peculiar way!
Eye to eye,
Nose to nose,
Ripping off each others clothes,
In the most peculiar way!
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They dance like sirens, hoping the sun would come out again
And I was born in the fog of that day
Can they hear a babe over all the faith,
Or have they forgot what it was that they made
Crawled out of the fog, found a river,
Found a log and floated away
Didn't think I'd be coming back this way
But my feet are resolute;
Found their root and brought me back to its place
And on the hill where I was born,
There is no rose but just a thorn;
They cut it off each year and give it away
But can they hear a babe after all these days,
Or have they forgot what it was that they made
So left to wander blind, I find myself in cautious times,
And they say, Love's labor is never lost; labor on to this very day.
So I walk into the fog, found a babe atop a log and all alone
Took him under, took him on,
Taught him everything about the world I'd come to know
And he blames me for every wrong ever he made
I am blamed for every wrong ever he made
Forgive me I am only a maid
Forgive me I am only a maid
But I can see a babe under all that blame
And I am forgot from the day I am laid
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oh naïve little me
asking what things you have seen
you're vulnerable in your head
you'll scream and you'll wail till you're dead
creatures fade by night
following things that aren't right
and they're tired and they need to be lead
they'll scream and they'll wail till they're dead
but give me to a rambling man
let it always be known that i was who i am
beaten, battered, and cold
my children will live just to grow old
but if i sit here and weep
i'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze
and the weak need to be lead
and the tender i'll carry to their bed
and its a pale and cold affair
i'll be damned if i'll be found there
by someone you don't want to be
oh give me to a rambling man
let it always be known that i was who i am
oh give me to a rambling man
let it always be known that i was who i am
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Well I, own this field
And I wrote this sky
And I have no reason, to reason with you
I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered,
but I'd understand that I'd never let it go
I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered,
but I'd understand that the world does what it does
And you never did learn to let the little things go
And you never did learn to let me be
And you never did learn to let little people grow
And you never did learn how to see
But I whisper that I love this man,
now and for forever to your soul as it floats out off the window
To the world that you turned your back on,
To the world that never really let you be,
And I am Laura now, and Laura still,
And you did always say that one day I would suffer.
You did always say that people get their pay.
You did always say that I was going places,
And that you wouldn't have it any other way.
But I couldn't turn my back on a world, for what I like wouldn't let me
But I couldn't turn my back on a world for
And I couldn't turn my back on sweet smelling Blackberry stone
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He could fall and she could weep
But as holy are her feet and hard with mention
But dear they cannot speak
We fell tight when there is tension and their eyes could make us weak
And his heart was full of fire at the man he had become
And his soul was seldom higher with the falsities of fun
Ae embraces sweet desire as in moments as they pass
But he feared it ever more, when he saw it didn't last
We walk up Holland avenue
Watch the rich as they consume
Their product made our hearts exude emptiness unrivalled by
The hunger that I could control
And he'd pray up to his God that he might somehow save his soul
But the grey in this city is too much for me
The grey in this city is too much for me
And I believe you are meant to be seen but not to be.... (?)
And I want to be held those eyes
I want to be held those eyes
You'll work your thumbs till they're sore
And you'll work my heart till it's raw
and you'll call and you'll call but you'll never be told
and I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall
and I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall
We are basic lies
We are basic lies
It's going to be pretty tough when you leave
You'll help to take a little part of me
To make sure you don't treat yourself mean
And I want to see all that you'll see
And we are basic lies
And we are basic lies
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You were so smart then
in your jacket and coat.
My softest red scarf was warming your throat.
Winter was on us,
at the end of my nose,
but I never love England more than when covered in snow.
And a friend of mine says it's good to hear you believe in love
even if set in fear
well I'll hold you there brother and set you straight
I wont make believe that love is frail and willing to break.
I will come back here,
bring me back when I'm old.
I want to lay here forever in the cold.
I might be cold but I'm just skin and bones
and I never love England more than when covered in snow.
I wrote my name in your book,
only god knows why,
and I bet you that he cracked a smile,
and I'm clearing all the stuff out of my room,
trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue,
and I wrote an epic letter to you,
but it's 22 pages front and back and it's too good to be used
and I tried to be a girl who likes to be used
I'm too good for that.
There's a mind under this hat,
and I called them all and told them i've got to move.
Feel like running
Feel like running,
running off.
And we will keep you
we will keep you little one,
safe from harm,
like an extra arm you are part of us.
You were so smart then
in your jacket and coat
and my softest red scarf was warming your throat.
Winter will leave us,
left the end of my nose,
so goodbye old England 'till next years snow.
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There is a man that I know
For seventeen years he never spoke
Guess he had nothing to say
He opened his mouth on judgement day
I listened with all of my might
But was scared by the look in his eyes
Like he'd already lost the fight
And there was no hope ever in sight
No hope in the air,
No hope in the water,
Not even for me,
Your life serving daughter
I have seen men provoked
I have watched lives revoked
And I looked at my life and I choked
And from there, no more ever has spoke
Why fear death?
Be scared of living
Our hearts are small and ever thinning
There is no hope ever of winning
So why fear death?
Be scared of living
But I won't give up that quick
My life is a candle and a wick
You can't put it out but you can't break it down
In the end, we are waiting to be lit
There's hope in the air
There's hope in the water
But no hope for me, your life serving daughter
Speak minds handed down to you
By the lies handed down by your truth
Your angels that dance at your will
Will mask your scrambling youth
I forgave you your shortcomings
And ignored your childish behavior
Laid a kiss on your head
And before I left said,
"Stay away from fleeting favour"
Oh, pick up your rope, Lord
Sling it to me
If we are to battle, I must not be weak.
And give us your strength, World
and your food and your water
Oh I am your saviour,
Your life serving daughter
There's hope in the air
There's hope in the water
But sadly, not me, your life serving daughter
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Forgive me Dear,
I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue,
there is nothing to say.
Love me? oh no, he threw me away,
he laughed at my sins, in his arms i must
stay.
He wrote, I'm broke.
Please send for me.
I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.
Her skin is fun, and I'm light as the
sun,
so holy light shines, on the things, you have done.
So I asked him,
how he became this man?
How that he learned,
to hold fruit in his hands?
and where is the lamb, that gave you your
name?
He had to leave, though i begged HIM to
stay.
Left you alone, when you needed the
light.
Fell to your knees, and you wept for your
life!
If he had of stayed, you might
understand.
If he had of stayed, you never would've
taken my hand.
He wrote,
I'm alone.
Please send for me.
but I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.
and where is the lamb, that gave you your
name?
He had to flee, though I begged him to
stay.
Begged him to stay, in my cold wooden
grip.
Begged him to stay, by the light of my
ship.
Me fighting him,
fighting light,
fighting dawn.
The waves came,
and stole him,
and took him toward.
He wrote,
I'm broke.
Please send for me.
but I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.
Forgive me, dear, I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to
say
Love me or not, he threw me away.
He laughed at my sins, in his arms i must
stay.
We write.
That's alright.
I miss his smell.
and we speak,
when spoken to.
That suits us well.
We write.
and that's alright.
but I miss his smell.
and i speak, when spoken to,
'cause that suits me well.
That suits me well.
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Your holding bits of styrofoam
With your face painted on to your friends
You listen to them whine and moan
About everything you can't understand
Can I just say I don't feel the light,
But darkness descends once more into my life
And suddenly we're all alone
In silence so I take a step away
I look up to the falling snow
As it makes its home upon my face
Well I wouldn't want to ruin something I couldn't save
The gap will keep us safe, the gap will keep us safe
Step away, get me when I'm down
And suddenly I'm 5 years old
And I'm just so cold I want to cry
I haul up on my gentlemen
Who have always been there in hard times
They're just not like that man of mine
Who visits me from time to time
My love, I treasure you
I hear that summers coming back
So I stretch out my back and travel on
The winter though it darkens me
It is pure and clean and all I want
Ill apologise to the ones I love
For leaving them when the sun comes up
Too bright for me, darkens descends
Oh well I'm not well again and once more darkness it descends
The ground is falling under me
And I cant find the means to leave
Convinced that I am going mad
Oh I bury my head into his hands
So sure that I am losing faith
Oh I clear a space in his fathers land
You deal with god far too young,
Before you know it your life has run away
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My husband left me last night,
Left me a poor and lonely wife,
I cooked the meals and he got the life
And now I'm just out for the rest of my time
For me, for he, oh my.
I speak because I can, to anyone I trust enough to listen.
You speak because you can to anyone that'll hear what you say.
I swear it was not my choice,
I used to be so kind,
Never rode my bike down into the sea,
Never finished that letter I was writing.
Never got up and shared anything
For me, for he, oh my.
Graceful sleeper,
Midnight dreamer,
I'm flawed by your sound,
I'm flawed by your sound.
I swear it was not my choice,
To reach out for someone wise,
I used to be so kind,
I used to be so kind.
In the breaking of the morning,
We'll be dancing on my soft lawn,
When you're shaking out the anger that stops you from taking my call,
When you're running up the highway singing, "I'm the king, the king of you."
When you look back to where it started,
I'll be there waving you on!
Never rode my bike down into the sea,
Never quite figured out what I believe
Never got up and shared anything
For me, for he, oh my.
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