1. |
The Rebel
02:39
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Maybe life is only a melody
Hanging low over a symphony
As we grow, yearning above to be
The hand to bow a love we can never free
I was a rebel
Lone in the field
Touched in the head some
And broke in the heel
Making a mess of trying to be real
Happiest running with nowhere to feel
Or maybe life is more like a glass eye
Turning the head of a child that’s passing by
The man too old and tired to wonder why
The kid caught and stuck, “Mama how does he ever cry?”
I was an actor
Sure of my word
Shaping my part
‘Tween the wings of a bird
‘Till one day a hunter he shot what he heard
I had to go deaf to realize he’d aimed at the earth
What will it come to now
I’m a joke and a riddle and I don’t even know how
To the demon that won’t take my hand
And the angel that won’t understand
That maybe life is only a melody
Hanging low over a symphony
As we grow, yearning above to be
The hand to bow a love we can never free
I was a rebel
Lone in the field
Touched in the head some
And broke in the heel
Making a mess of trying to be real
Happiest running with nowhere to feel
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2. |
The Trial
02:27
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Get your feet on the ground
instead of looking around
I left a message in the mirror for you
I'm packing my bags
with soot and cinnamon rags
and gettin' holy by the miles on my shoes
Oh, my work was all I had
years pointing to eternity
for all the other things I'd rather be
My soul reaction to the way he talks?
I mean, he built himself a body
out of a drink and a wife and a church
and a house and a clock
And if I don't believe him and yet still depend
on his pocket for fare to the show
I hope they sing our song again
I thought your mother should know
that we both had to go
and so I bargained up a compass for two
I drew her a map back to where we were at
and wrote I'm happy that I got close to you
But oh, won't she be so sad
years painted on an empty lane
her look 'a dreamin' up the kids again
My soul reaction to the way he talks?
I mean, he built himself a body
out of a drink and a wife and a church
and a house and a clock
And if I don't believe him and yet still depend
on his pocket for fare to the show
I hope they sing our song again
If I don't want living to be what I'm not
then I'd better get better at living without
all that I don't got
Yeah, if I don't want living to be what I'm not
then I'd better get better at living without
all that I don't got
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3. |
Don't Ask a Pilgrim
02:46
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In a manner of speaking
I’m twisting my tongue
As out of the ashes I come
A phoenix in pokermark
Casting a chain
From all these here
Dreams in my brain
Oh, I can’t be asked
To be more than a word
That falls from her lips
When a secret is stirred
She says fools only bother
With answers like me
So lashed in the mind
To what will never be
But I’ll meet the right one
Too soon or too late
That one rule in love
That’s making me wait
As here I fall entranced again
With someone sweet
And just my friend
So don’t ask a pilgrim
To pay for a bed
She’s honest enough in her head
And oh don’t she own that one favour
You’d like her to meet
As she laughs to herself at your feet
You know she carried
His body, boy, down to the shore
And tied off a stone
To that life she’d adored
And then turned to the city
To set herself free
And chased all kinds of devils
Up all kinds of trees
Oh, I’ll meet right now
Too soon or too late
That one rule in love
That’s making me wait
As here I fall entranced again
With someone sweet
And just my friend
That night we came
Just to leave and to make up our minds
Not to let such a moment be blind
For my part, I said, “Baby, I cannot be true
To someone as perfect as you”
“No, I need a serpent
A bird that had flown
A leaf fallen from the tree
A queen turned to stone
For it’s only to her
That I can release
My time and my memory
My patience, my peace”
She said, “I’ll meet right now
Too soon or too late
That one rule in love
That’s making me wait
As here I fall entranced again
With someone sweet
And just my friend”
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4. |
Love in the Afternoon
01:29
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Who will let me sit beside them and forget
That I’m becoming something that I am not yet
Would you know me even as I crawl
Would you show me some beauty in it all
So let me die to you and I
Even if it’s true
That there’s nothing home about me alone
Inside a life I once knew
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5. |
Children in the River
02:20
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Please don’t write me anymore
You’re worth forgetting, that I’m sure
I have every reason to
Think of you the way I do
Babe I just don’t want to hear
What you love’s been whisperin’ in your ear
Or who is who, or what you do
Or what you’ve learned to break in two
But God bless the boy that winds up with you
He’ll have a hell of a time
With a hell of a mind
That thinks the way you do
And God bless the toys that break under you
They’ll be a’ firing straight, but when it’s too late
They’ll throw the children in the river too
Oh, babe I just don’t want to hear
What your coping mind did find in fear
I’m sure you’re plenty good at movin’ plenty fast
To the very next from the very last
But God bless the boy that winds up with you
He’ll have a hell of a time
With a hell of a mind
That thinks the way you do
And God bless the toys that find out the truth
‘Bout the games you play
With the words you say
For a heart too young to choose
So, I will turn into a thought
That you once had and then forgot
As you burn yourself into a scar
On the face of a man that went too far
But God bless the boy that winds up with you
He’ll have a hell of a time
With a hell of a mind
That thinks the way you do
And God bless the toys that break under you
They’ll be a’ firing straight, but when it’s too late
They’ll throw the children in the river too
So please don’t write me anymore
You’re worth forgetting, that I’m sure
I have every reason to
Think of you the way I do
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6. |
The Dancer
02:31
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Hold me down
I can’t decide between you and I
Well maybe life will take me by surprise
Yes hold me down
I can’t decide on the reason why
It’s only for you that I dance now
It’s only for me that I cry
I want something more that perfect
I want love to make you worth it
Hold me down
I can’t pretend in the very end
Well maybe I’ll just draw you in the sky
Yes, hold me down
If ever found to be back again
It’s only for you that I dance now
It’s only for me that I cry
I want something more than perfect
I want love to make you worth it
All I’ve ever known
Has taken up and flown
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7. |
The Mountain
03:08
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The furnace burns, the camera turns
The whisper fades, the lover learns
The apple shines, the water chimes
The empty leave the whole behind
But don’t forget your aim my dear
I feel so much in the song you sing
A key in the light on a sun-ruby ring
Stone colder to know that I brought everything
In case your rouge belladonna, babe, smothers your instincts
Now don’t’ forget your age my dear
as the mountain wakes up, shakes up, breaks up and makes up you
Now the roses count themselves hatching a plan
With a bandaged tragedy taking your hand
You chase down love lust to kill a man
Just to make on beautiful act understand you
Now don’t forget your shame my dear
as the mountain wakes up, shakes up, breaks up and makes up you
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8. |
Strangers
02:47
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I can share your wave
But I cannot make you wait
I can move too fast
But I can’t make it last
But the strangers down in the market
The strangers painting a part of it
Bone blue on moon side
Of this old world in a vast tide
Oh, how we love ourselves
In speaking of all our wealth
If not for this growing crowd
Who are we playing too loud
As strangers asking for sympathy
Strangers broken with all the trees
Down burn like a moon heart
In a sky sounding old dark
Now the light outside
Is teaching me how to hide
From the only way to escape
Without burning away
And the strangers clap in the meadow
The strangers praising the shadows
That fall down like old books
‘Bout chances had and never took
Oh, strangers naked before me
Strangers asking the war to be
Less pain and more time
Oh, more body and less mind
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