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Praise Song
04:49
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I heard Bam Sha Klam
That was all I needed
Sacred sound
My room, my church
Her voice staining glass
Then the hymn repeated
She’s no god she’s
Infinite loop
Hellhounds on my trail
It’s a bit dramatic
We’re all killing
Shadows here
A thousand friends and more
writing songs of worship
to be here is
plain is
jokes is
lonely aches
is less alone
when a stranger sings
you home
I have never met you but I know
Nestled in the bone where wishes grow
Is the same delight
That we share with other bluebirds in the sky
It’s like I’m flying next to you
Yeah it’s true
Yeah it's true
Yeah it's true
Painting apples red
Green and gold delicious
My friend did and
thought of me
Congregation’s come
Join the web, the choir
to be here is
plain is
jokes is
lonely aches
is less alone
when a stranger sings
you home
I have never met you but I know
Nestled in the bone where wishes grow
Is the same delight
That we share with other bluebirds in the sky
It’s like I’m flying next to you
It’s like I’m flying next to you
It’s like I’m flying next to you
It's like I'm flying next to you
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2. |
To Be Adored
04:19
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The way love walks
Into my thoughts
Today we talk
Tomorrow more of the same
I swear this floating place
Is the best view
That I've ever had of you
It feels good
This maple wood
To slide my feet
They're bare and glowing pink
Don't care
I'm clumsy so when I fall
I have really fallen twice
I’m really full of dizzy things
Looking at me with the strongest rays of light
Dust the shadows from the room
and draw the blinds
Radio plays Golden Lady
To be adored in life
To be adored
Brand new shirt
My favorite shoes
Good hair day too
Yeah right now nothing hurts
No rain could change my plan to be outside
I’m soaking wet it’s fine
It’s naive
To think this dream
Won’t crack and bleed
But I don’t think that at all
I want you here that’s it
So I know I don’t have to rejoice alone
I don’t wanna rejoice without you here
Looking at me with the strongest rays of light
Dust the shadows from the room
and draw the blinds
Radio plays Golden Lady
To be adored in life
To be adored
It feels good
This maple wood
To see that
Cause that
She said
I would love you now again
She said
Better not back down again
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3. |
Namesake
02:57
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Dreaming through the page
Hero or the saved
Someone named
I wanted nothing better than a flash of fame
Dreaming through the page
Hero or the saved
Someone named
I wanted nothing better than a flash of fame
warden of time please let it go
let it slide
Apples with Moya
Apples with Moya
I could never break chains
Apples with Moya
Apples with Moya
I could never break chains
Apples with Moya
How high loom the gates
Apples with Moya
trapped in the garden
Let it go
Let it slide
Winners half my age
Will their vision fade?
Mine was drained
Took to the comfy places
where they couldn't drag
Me out in the open maw of hungry land
Talk to Elijah in the burning stage
Talk to the fire when I wanna stay
I wanna stay
I wanna stay
Apples with Moya
Dreaming through the page
Someone named
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4. |
Hole in the Scenery
03:19
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I tiptoe behind the screen
there’s a glow in Mary
there’s a glow in Mary, see?
I can see her as baby
I can see her, seventy-three
There’s a hole in the scenery
I can feel the loss that reaches in deep
In the bed there’s the rosary
In the bed there’s the rosary beads
In the bed there’s the rosary
In the bed there’s the rosary-
Cold air crawls
hands cross over
hospital gown now
She unlocks
leaning out of her body
Ceiling splits
pair of doors that
creak and call for more and more
Simply don’t see
what she believes in—
I tiptoe behind the screen
there’s a glow in Mary
there’s a glow in Mary, see?
I can see her as baby
I can see her, seventy-three
There’s a hole in the scenery
I can feel the loss that reaches in deep
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5. |
Feeling #11
04:52
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Walk in the dark along a cracked path of roots and moonlight
You tell a story a piano player and her missing key
We rest at the edge of a clearing filled up by our hidden words
That night was carved into the curve of my bones is this happening?
happening?
happening?
I should have been your voice tonight
hear the plaster pound
when the love you gave in the cool of the glade
won’t come round
I should have been your wings tonight
no longer earthbound
when the love you gave in the cool of the glade
won’t come round
Ivory said I seemed to have lost my middle C
She tore up the house and then herself for disturbing peace
Later she sat at her ebony bench with the cushioned top
Unable to play she felt her audience slip away
slip away
slip away
I should have been your voice tonight
hear the plaster pound
when the love you gave in the cool of the glade
won’t come round
I should have been your wings tonight
no longer earthbound
when the love you gave in the cool of the glade
won’t come round
Taking a holiday from your sounds
only mine
Under this bed of gold I will rise
give it time
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6. |
Petty
03:29
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I shouldn't waste my time
To play the peacemaker life
I'm not a fan of these sides
It's simply petty so
No
To say
It's better now
To leave you in this place
And it's only cause I
I stayed true
Now I'm crashing and it's over you
To say
It's better now
To leave you anyway
And it's only cause I
I stayed true
I was crashing
Now it's over
Why do we go low?
Scrape the ground for dirt now
Why do we go low?
Scrape the ground
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7. |
All Bugs
03:49
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All dogs go to heaven
All bugs they go to hell
Who bullshits from crown on the hill?
Heard it, now you preserve it
See how far the shallow tale will fly
Worm, hook, glint beneath the moon and its marble eye
We are naked bait
For the clamor
For the clamor
All dogs go to heaven
All bugs they go to hell
Who bullshits from crown on the hill?
Heard it, now you preserve it
In the morning there are mouths to feed
They wake with you and destroy what at nightfall screamed:
Can you trust yourself?
Check the mirror, smash the mirror
All bugs go they go to hell
All bugs go they go to tell
All dogs go they go to heaven
All dogs go
All dogs go to heaven
All bugs they go to hell
Who bullshits from crown on the hill?
Heard it, now you preserve it
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8. |
Cherry Tree
03:06
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Made my bed today with nobody watching me
Early morning relay, I’ll take this small victory
Pop the Cabernet and eat from my cherry tree
After our bright soiree is the pit says Mallory
Circles in the sand
Berries disappearing, half-sunken in land
The body wants all or nothing
The body shames its loving home
Taste the fruit in May, by fall who knows where I’ll be
Sleeping in fields of hay, or eyes lit with sorcery
Magic hours race to say: stay close to your cherry tree
Don’t be fooled beneath its shade, sun lashes the balcony
Circles in the sand
Berries disappearing, half-sunken in land
The body wants all or nothing
The body shames its loving home
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9. |
Pack Lunch
04:25
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Teaching kids
They are more convincing to me
Than my own dreams
Do you believe in their world?
They walk free
They walk out
That’s the seismic power they seize
Dragging our team
Do you believe in their world?
Hardly, seems
It’s been days since we ballooned with rage
Poke us full of holes and say we should be happy
All these nervous mics cut out on stage
Claiming kids can’t handle it, they should be happy
Six years old
Win a prize if you hold your breath
Underneath desks
Do you believe in this world?
Emptiness
The big test
Arming educators, I guess
Shoot the nest
Do you believe in this world?
It’s been days since we ballooned with rage
Poke us full of holes and say we should be happy
All these nervous mics cut out on stage
Claiming kids can’t handle it, they should be happy
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10. |
Really Here
03:03
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Slow circling
orbit round the center we both suggest
Bodies graze and go
like wind tossing the snow
Even chance
has a way of crossing tracks
Down the line
I hear you
There is air in the balloon
You’ve got my back
Feel some static charge the room
I’ve got your back
Some make it
others dip and leave all their trash for free
Loyal through and through
when a twist of time ties two
Even chance
has a way of crossing tracks
Down the line
I see you
Glowing bright and strong and true
I have much
to learn
in this pale white form
There is air in the balloon
Feel some static charge the room
There is air in the balloon
You’ve got my back
Feel some static charge the room
I’ve got your back
Rising to the surface soon
You’ve got my back
We have finally broken through
I’ve got your back
There is air in the balloon
You’ve got my back
Feel some static charge the room
I’ve got your back
Rising to the surface soon
You’ve got my back
We have finally broken through
I’ve got your back
Coast is clear to be real
We’re laughing eye to eye now
Coast is clear to be real
We’re laughing eye to eye now
Coast is clear
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