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Stone Throat
03:50
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It was the longest winter
And then the shortest spring
We need an endless summer
I want to spread my wings
I want the wild and the wayward
You seek the subtle and quiet
Maybe I’m too damn selfish
Maybe you’re too damn nice
A stone throat can’t sing
A wooden heart won’t beat
I’m trying to find the balance
Between the sacred and the street
A stone throat can’t sing
A wooden heart won’t beat
I’m gonna meet you in the middle
Between the wanting and the need
I’m gonna fly to the mountains
Where I can wet my beak
In the clear cool waters
Of Texas Creek
I want to take you with me
I want you by my side
Feeling everything at once
And having nothing to hide
A stone throat can’t sing
A wooden heart won’t beat
I’m trying to find the balance
Between the sacred and the street
A stone throat can’t sing
A wooden heart won’t beat
I’m gonna meet you in the middle
Between the wanting and the need
A stone throat can’t sing
A wooden heart won’t beat
A stone throat can’t sing
I’m sick of letting you down
A wooden heart won’t beat
You’re tired of letting me go
A stone throat can’t sing
We’re trying to find the balance
A wooden heart won’t beat
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2. |
I Was a Riot
03:54
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We twist and turn
We ebb and flow
We change our shape
More than we know
We fix our gaze
And rest assured
That what has passed
Will come once more
Like when I was a riot of color and light
I was the song on your lips in the night
When dreams were deferred, your mind wouldn’t rest
The weight of the world sat hard on your chest
When you were the view at the top of the climb
You were the breath and the pausing of time
You were the peace I had wondered if I
Could ever deserve or ever would find
When I was a riot and you were the peace
I see your heart
Your shadow, too
I trust your word
I trust in you
And slow but sure
And with your help
Maybe I’ve come
To trust myself
Like when I was a riot of color and light
I was the song on your lips in the night
When your dreams were deferred and your mind wouldn’t rest
And the weight of the world sat hard on your chest
When you were the view at the top of the climb
You were the breath and the pausing of time
You were the peace I had wondered if I
Could ever deserve or ever would find
When I was a riot and you were the peace
I was a riot and you were the peace
I was a riot and you were
I was a riot and you were the peace
I was a riot and you were the peace
I was a riot and you were the peace
I was a riot and you were the peace
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3. |
The Sound of Drinking
03:46
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So, this is what it’s like now
Without the constant leaving
To sit and sense the seasons
To be here merely being
The sound of drinking water
The turning of the leaves
The movement of the moon
The spaces in between
The long year
The slow days
There is so much here
I had never seen
Your head upon my shoulder
And slipping into sleep
To drift within my thoughts
And listen to you breathe
Coffee in the bedroom
The swaying of the pine
The freedom from the weighing
And the measuring of time
The long year
The slow days
There is so much here
I have never seen
The long year
The slow days
There is so much here
I have never seen
There is so much here
I have never seen
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4. |
Big Changes
03:43
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Is it already done, already over?
It’s just a matter of when?
It’s too many mouths and too many borders
Too many monkeys in the bed
Just doing what monkeys do
But we’ve been making
Big changes
Burning down the house, feed the fire like it doesn’t matter
Big changes
Wondering where it ends, where we’ll shelter from the heavy weather
Big changes
Won’t run out of love, won’t run out of wonder
I sure won’t run out of tears
Though I can feel the pull, it’s trying to drag me under
I won’t give in to my fear
I’ll make my stand right here
But we’ve been making
Big changes
Burning down the house, feed the fire like it doesn’t matter
Big changes
Wondering where it ends, where we’ll shelter from the heavy weather
Big changes
Right about now might be good for us to take a little break
Big changes
Burning down the house, feed the fire like it doesn’t matter
Big changes
Wondering where it ends, where we’ll shelter from the heavy weather
Big changes
Big changes
Big changes
Burning down the house, feed the fire like it doesn’t matter
Big changes
Wondering where it ends, where we’ll shelter from the heavy weather
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5. |
The Bluest Eye
04:00
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The bluest eye, the strongest chin
The straightest tie, the ones who win
Who never fail to land the deal
Who never compromise, who never yield
Who pay the man and tip the help
And never question their deepest selves
Their right to own, their right to claim
Their greater value, the family name
The bluest eye, the softest touch
The merest glance might be too much
Don’t question how this world turns
Just take your piece and watch it burn
And set your waste upon the fire
Drown every doubt, quench each desire
Your right to own, to dominate
To take at will until there’s nothing left to take
The bluest eye won’t shed a tear
Just stares ahead, no doubt or fear
God bless us all and may we thrive
Each one who breathes, each one alive
What will remain, what will survive
How will it feed that bluest eye
Just gouge it out and rend it blind
No more to see, that bluest eye
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6. |
Brand New Blue
04:12
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Brand new blue
Same old scene
One more day
One less dream
The time just slips away
Could be sun
Could be rain
Go outside
Nothing’s changed
My words don’t do it justice
Has everything been said
Bed by nine
Wake by five
Four white walls
For one small life
The little things that matter
The dull edge of the knife
Maybe something’s waiting
In the next room
Maybe something’s changing
But probably not soon
Probably not soon
Brand new blue
One more round
Stand and sway
On shifting ground
I’ll see you when it’s over
If we’re both still around
Maybe something’s waiting
In the next room
Maybe something’s changing
Maybe something’s waiting
In the next room
Maybe something’s changing
But probably not soon
Probably not soon
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7. |
Center of the Cricle
03:07
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Wake your better angels from their dreaming
Let them walk the path that they’ve been seeking
The center of the circle
The moment of your making
The living in the layers
The giving and the taking
Gather up your courage, find your wisdom
Scatter all your seeds and tend your vision
The turning of the planet
The shifting of the seasons
The loving and the leaving
We’ll never know the reason
Tomorrow
Is too late
You can feel it in your bones
That everything is changing, changing
All there is now
And now is over even as it happens
The center of the circle
The moment of your making
The living in the layers
The giving and the taking
Tomorrow
Is too late
You can feel it in your bones
That everything is changing, changing
Wake your better angels from their dreaming
Let them walk the path that they’ve been seeking
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8. |
Skeleton for School
02:42
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A skeleton for school
An apple for the teacher
A feast fit for a fool
An adolescent creature
Consumed with how it seems
And lost within the hunger for belonging
Sleep my child, the world is ever wanting
A sedentary life
The packages are piling
I wonder what’s outside
And if the sun is shining
I’ve taken all I can
To fill the empty space inside my soul
Will I sleep tonight or just spin in the unknown
Call me over, break some bread
Play a song to wake the dead
And when I leave to go to bed
You’ll blow your brains right out your head
A wreck we learn to love
A requiem for lovers
I’ll miss you now you’re gone
There truly is no other
The future and the past
Conspire to keep me far from where I am
The days go by so fast, and we’re just doing the best we can
The days go by so fast, and we’re just doing the best we can
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9. |
Other Birds of Prey
04:03
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It doesn’t make a difference
It doesn’t change a thing
The air in your lungs
The taste on your tongue
How pretty you sing
You are the exception
That verifies the rule
The ebb and the flow
The devil we know
The flaw in the jewel
The fine lines
The lost time
The heavy atmosphere
The past tense
The cast nets
But a new day is here
You found me in the desert
As dry as stale toast
Awaiting the night
The end of the light
My heart in my throat
The other birds of prey
Were circling ‘round
For the blood and the bone
The sticks and the stones
The thorn in the crown
The fine lines
The lost time
The heavy atmosphere
The past tense
The cast nets
But a new day is here
A new day is here
A new day is here
The fine lines
The lost time
The heavy atmosphere
The past tense
The cast nets
But a new day is here
A new day is here
A new day is here
A new day is here
A new day is here
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10. |
Let In Anarchy
03:02
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Let in anarchy, let in change
Dive through darkness, forget your name
Don’t spoil the ending, it’s why we came
The details differ but the plot’s the same
Tiny currents and tightening knots
What we wanted and what we’ve got
You see the promise where I sense the loss
You count your blessings while I tally costs
Baby, I feel crazy
I’m tired of being this way
Maybe I’m just lazy
It takes courage to face the day
Can you wait for me
To learn to be ok with being ok
Let go certainty, lose control
Trust the moment and feel the flow
My fear keeps telling me it won’t let go
But my heart is beating so sure and slow
Be my valentine just this day
Come tomorrow you can choose again
You can trust my love it won’t bend or break
But I know there’s only so much that your heart can take
Baby, I feel crazy
I’m tired of being this way
Maybe I’m just lazy
It takes courage to face the day
Can you wait for me
To learn to be ok with being ok
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11. |
Call the Moondust
03:32
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You can call it magic, you can make believe
Or just find the beauty in the things you see
In a rosy sunset or a blooming flower
In the subtle shifting of a single hour
In the eyes that catch yours from across the hall
There is no way to perceive it all
You can call the moondust anything you like
Still it floats and glows here in the searing light
As it eats the seals around your vacuum packs
And corrodes the workings of your capsule’s hatch
To leave you stranded there upon that lesser globe
There is no way for you to get back home
You can bow to science if it serves your need
To pretend you understand a single thing
As the song of God is strummed on Planck-length strings
And the angels drumming with their beating wings
To the song that was the birth of everything
There is no way
There is no way
There is no way to resist
You must join and sing
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