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The Traveler Pt. I
04:21
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And there it is again
oh, that glimmer in the air
and the palpatations strong
and the flutter in my heart
Just like that fiery ghost
that permeated night
and that put away the best
but hardly left a spark
and there the feeling goes again away from me
O bitter cup, thou art!
have I not drank it all?
Through ocean waves I swam
over desert I did crawl
but it's not my fault
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I found my breath
in a sea of lead
and felt the waves
crashing overhead
They tore right through
like a raging fire
and filled my lungs
with a muted choir
I wanted a witness
For all that I'd done
So what ever happened
to the words gone unsung?
I wanted forgiveness
for all that I'd done
So what ever happened
to the words gone unsung?
All my friends
Have such different ways
To say the words
We all long to say
I wanted a witness
For all that I'd done
So what ever happened
to the words gone unsung?
I wanted forgiveness
for all that I'd done
So what ever happened
to the words gone unsung?
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3. |
Rust
05:42
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there's a place where I
saw mountains made of rust
that stretched and twirled about
and shook the heart from dust
where saintly clouds glowed red
and danced and spun so wild
and sun-bleached bone in fields
shone holy in the light
where rains washed out the black
and filled the fields with fire
and colors bled away
and painted all the sky
where time slowed to a crawl
and silence filled the air
and winds gripped tightly 'round
and I was set aside
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4. |
For No One Else
04:45
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the smoke and soot,
dust and cobwebs
around
and in the hall,
a cracking painting of a boat
whose sails were torn
in waves that swirled
and snarled with anger at the pride
of sailors who thought they'd
conquered all the world
and its hidden corners
for good
sometimes for love, a chiming bird
who sings a song for no one else
but rather sings for to make known
a fox hid in a darknened wood
thistles/the weeds grown hard
in the garden
their home
are merely pulled
from their bedding
because of the things that we love
sometimes for love, a chiming bird
who sings a song for no one else
but rather sings for to make known
a fox hid in a darknened wood
sometimes for life we pray for rain
to cover up the dusty sins
but flooded fields take all but dirt
and coldly make things right again
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5. |
Run with the Foxes
04:56
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we buried you so sweetly 'neath the yard
by the fruit tree near the garden wall
and there the dirt will take you to a place
where you'll never be left in the dark
when you ran away you were so graying
you ached in all your joints but never cried
and though we loved you, open fields held more
there you ran on with the foxes
you were more alive than ever
a sense of belonging
a cry from the deep
and the feel of the water
and dirt under feet
and the rushing of wind
through the trees
oh you loved it there!
What if I had never felt the sting
of nettle on my legs and hands and feet
would I know the feeling of relief
cooling in the water of the creek
what if I had never felt the cold
of winter's chill that pierced me to the bone
would I ever understand the warmth
of spring time rolling quickly by
and giving life to all that died
a sense of belonging
a cry from the deep
and the feel of the water
and dirt under feet
and the rushing of wind
through the trees
oh I loved it there!
a sense of a calling
a sigh of relief
and the feel of the water
and earth under feet
and the light of the stars
in the night
oh I love it here!
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6. |
Little Bird
06:43
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Little Bird, I'm afraid
of the things you're gonna see
this place is not fit for you
but it's where you've gotta be
I'm cynical to a fault
and I can't say that I'd change
but I'll endure fire and hell
to protect you from the things
you fear most in the night
and the things that hold you down
and maybe then we'd pretend
that we're floating off the ground
weightless and warm again
around us, only air
and when we're back down again
on the land I'll keep you near
and as you're falling asleep in my arms
I wrap, wrap myself tightly around you
Little Bird, I'm afraid
of the things that you might be
and only the dimming sun
is there to comfort me
and here in the morning light
I open up my eyes and
forget all the pictures of
all the things that I have seen
now branches bare where leaves once green
and the golden blanket thrown
the shadows 'cross the great divide
and the frosted windows moan
the air is cold, my breath is deep
I hear the beating of your wings
and the sweet small sound of your morning song
fills the air and keeps me so warm
and as you're falling asleep in my arms
I wrap, wrap myself tightly around you
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7. |
The Traveler Pt. II
02:45
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So I stand here in the dark
with a weary traveler's heart
struggled on for miles and miles
and I'd do it all again
if for one thing that I yearn
oh, to be there in your arms
and so I stand here in the dark
with a weary traveler's heart
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