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the heat was rising, civilians biting, through freedom writers writing, aimed at governmental tidings, towards the civil plighting, and international fighting, on the mekong
they didn't want another world war two, turned to world war three, it gave bobby the blues, and made others feel free, despite the hatred and killing that was going on then
folk was re-made, around the tuned parades, of interracial brigades, sufferin' savage raids, but the people sang, and their voices rang, "we shall overcome" them
nowadays i see, sailing on by me, a petty degree, of silhouettes to be, that shout that we shall overcome...wallstreet
but with such cold feet, around the powers to beat, who are powers indeed, laying cold concrete, who can really expect a change to be comin'
instead people yell, over mary jane's cell, who can smoke and tell, and who can sell, that homegrown bell, or the next adele, maybe if she fell, we could all take our eyes off for just one second
we would look around, and see people drowned, by the hungry hounds, who want another round, no matter the pound, or awful sound, injustice found--we've got something to fight for
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wisdom dispelled, times/sounds are evolving and involving, i think i'm evolving and evoking; with or against them I'm being evoked.
and where are you going? creating a communal jukebox, a referential smile? i wouldn't be mad if i thought you were doing that.
it's finally 630, and the glass is empty, and the CDs aren't sold, and those grounds you got me in west virginia, well they left this house an hour ago.
don't you think it's time that that camera lens on your eyes zoomed in a minute? then you could watch the whole movie without falling asleep.
those pending side effects analyses you put on me, well they haven't kicked in yet, i dunno maybe i'll get 'em in the mail today
but maybe if you pulled your sheets over your head and you put something under 'em like a rolling stone, a digital urn, or the rooster, i don't know, it's up to you, but you might find something to do, and that would help you...out for the next six weeks while this isn't working out, yeah it's weak we both know...you know i'm not talking about us though
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American Novelty
02:43
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i was broken, and didn't know what to do, so you sent me on my way
to find something to search for that i could hold through these days
there i was laying on the grass, when i saw her walk on by
with her dark hair flying in the wind like an eagle up high
i'd been reading salinger at the time, with rebellion on my mind
but she, she stopped me right there, she caught me in the rye
I had to make her mine--i couldn't spend one more second waiting
I hoped she wouldn't run--i had to know that she was not afraid to be with me 'til the end of our lives
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We'll Never Be
04:25
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item of mockery's entertainment, a pawn in drive-by comedy
though my headphones remain idle, my shoes are pooled, glazed with rain, a scuttled village's parade, or an aporetic day or a wound white wedding commencing
time goes on, time goes on
nothings gonna come and save you when you're at your last breath
time goes on, time goes on
it'll wear you down to bits of poetry and nothing more
apollo and daphne the tree, dapple grey eternity, is that the price of safety, should we even be worried?
the elevator's bounce, and the chord poet's ring, ad maiorem gloriam dei, the spark of nature sings
time moves hard, time moves hard
disbanded by warning signs, the greener grass isn't really so soft
times moves hard, time moves hard
i'd be surprised if we remained one half of what our parents dreamt of
...us to be...we'll never be, we'll never be
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A Story in Reverse
04:34
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receiving the notion that there is no potion i can make to make you my own
well i reckon there was never a chance at bringing you home
to make it much stranger i fell in the pool by the sand
and without complaining i fought midst the straining to give you my hand
no tears to defeat us, no worries deplete us, no sentences outside the lines
the copperfield brick i grew in embraced the tall pines
When did the time get sour tell me so?
when did the moon get darker oh please tell me, i wanna know.
did you always think that this was coming to an end?
and you had no place to cry at all, so you just let me be your friend?
deterring the faces, disgraces surrounding my kin
why there's never a moment i don't notice that you'll never be quite like them
now i've got this first moment, it's my chance to show that, i'll do everything i can to make you smile
without hesitation, i gave you invitation to go out for a while
but, confused by the matter of tourists and chatter i can see that you want to go home
it doesn't surprise me, i never took you as a rock to be thrown
but surely you wonder how all of this first came to be
or maybe you're sinking and that's why your blinking shows a lounged catastrophe
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i thought i found you, i thought i knew
days no longer numbered, i had 'em readymade for two
just turns out, you were singin' a different tune
one more evening and i'd have gone blind
those prickly feathers would've stolen my sight
it seems i broke from your grasp just at the right time
when i found out you weren't the one
i'd had a couple drinks and the night had just begun
you swept a bright moon into a dark sun
you wanted to travel the open seas
come up off your feet, be lifted by the tidal breeze
not singing a ballad, lighting candles down upon your knees
skinny laughter echoed by the water
a fragile sound alone, i thought you were a bother
ah, you hated me that night, i bet you don't remember
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you told me one night by the fire that if you ever left me well you'd come home, so when i thought that you were gone for good i still waited right by the door
and i prayed that you'd come back to me and say that you never had gone
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You Think You've Lost
02:07
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you think you've lost, but there's nothing to be won
all your friends they give you this look and you jump right on
whatever it takes for you to get ahead...
you found yourself outside weeping willows on pillows from your bed
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Slow Down That Train
04:23
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you got your momma's bite and your daddy's eyes, and you better bet they're bloodshot, too yeah
nothing comes as much of a sweet surprise when i know i'm gonna be dealing with you
your cold hands they sweat something awful, a little something that you just cant lose
but by the time you drain it all to the floor, it's back again, and it's fightin' for food
so woah woah woah, baby slow down that train, you got another thing comin' and you don't see the rain
you aim and you shoot and you hit your mark, and you can do it again and again and again...
but these targets you're hittin' they got no spark, you're just pickin' on lost souls, but you go on livin'
some lucky fighter oughtta deal you out, just so you know everyone ain't trippin
maybe if he did, you'd finally shout, but if some sucker answered you'd just reel em right in
so woah woah woah, baby slow down that train, you got another thing comin' and you don't see the rain
maybe it's time someone told you that you're weak, weak-handed, weak-hearted, weak-mouthed
by the horizon you might finally see, and what you do with it then could still go south
but i'm hoping the light's rays bring some kinda change, and that you find you can finally do without
hurtin' poor people just to feel the pain, collecting numbers by the way you rouse
so woah woah woah, baby slow down that train, you got another thing comin' and you don't see the rain
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Dying Fire
04:18
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A Simple Aversion
04:59
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we take our body and we hand it over
we take our time and we give it up
so buy me another maybe i'll forget what i've done
or would you please take my own rough hand, and rescue it back
when we fall, we fall hard
expected to maintain our balance surrounded by shattered hearts
in a world where living is so cruel
my own reflection keeps me from you
we feel our thoughts crash into each other
and see them left behind to rot
i've got a dollar worth of livin' to do down here
but only a nickel that i've been savin'
when we fall, we fall hard
expected to maintain our balance surrounded by shattered hearts
in a world where living is so cruel
my own sorrow keeps me from you
my own reflection steals my eyes from you
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your momma was a sailor, your daddy strong at hand, but you raised yourself straight with a level head
growing up you know well things they got much worse, but that didn't stop you like it mighta stopped them
all this time, you were reading them books, and you kept your head on a swivel, but you fell right in
all along i thought you more of a thinker, how could any ole' drinker reel you in?
you sold yourself to the, sold yourself to the, sold yourself to the wind
i warned you not to go hangin' round them, instead you gave it a shot and you got hit...by your own bullet
your drinkin' mama she said "come back again, i'll put this to and end for you my friend"
but...you sold yourself to the wind
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Brother Juniper
03:04
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brother juniper blossomed beautifully in the late of may
source of beauty, source of light to those in pain
taking all that he had and giving it away
pollinating spring and soaking in the summer rays
falling only to temptation of the winter way
taking all that he had and giving it way..as if to say
would you break down these walls?
simplicity in greatest form, delightful love of man
living day by day so everyone could understand
surpassing anger that's always held the upper hand...seemingly
would you break down these walls?
so a forest of junipers can start to grow
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