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Troubled Leaves
03:46
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Troubled leaves in cobbled town,
Samaras spin and settle down.
Take the path into the woods,
Embrace the ghost of the good.
Can you venture to be kind?
Beating wings and candle light.
Here’s the cypress near the gate,
Eat the flower fecund saint.
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Black Cap
03:31
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Black cap I heard your song and I could hear over ten thousand desperate days inside the hollow where you hide your nest.
And I adored that mournful tune in the day that you escaped into the white and blue with tongues of fire behind your wings.
I don’t know why I worry about anything.
Black cap I turn to you. I, a child, afraid to speak a word or walk the wilderness to be among the blessed.
And I adored that mournful tune, in the form that you once knew. The silhouette, the silver moon and the flowers that you bring.
I don’t know why I worry about anything, when you love me and I love you.
I don’t know why I worry about anything.
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Deep and apart there’s a moon in your heart and a magnetic field in your eyes. Like water we dance to the fate of romance - we move with the weight of the tide. A sudden and silent surprise, when all of these visions collide. It’s a small price to pay, throw the needle in the hay and blow out the light.
Come gather us into the night.
Summer’s cocoon like a brilliant balloon is empty and blowing away. The thistle and thorn and the perfume of storm, I am lost in the heavenly sway. And the yellow, the pink and the white are vanishing fast from my sight. Plant the seed in the field, we’ll harvest the yield and blow out the light.
Come gather us into the night.
Falling through space with a feeling of grace it’s a perfect and gentle July. Angels ascend to the fire once again, like ashes they lovingly rise. And your burning the letters you write, now the stars grow increasingly bright. They shimmer and shine, they fill up your mind and blow out the light.
Come gather us into the night.
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We Belong No Longer Here
02:27
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Salt encrusted sidewalks trampled by the throng. Caroline walks so careful through the snowfall on the lawns. A pretty device all locked up in ice.
We belong no longer here, no longer here do we belong.
Caroline lowers her eyelids to dream of birds in flight. And there she always finds them with wings ablaze and bright. But soon comes the dawn with everything wrong and we belong no longer here, no longer here do we belong.
She walked out in the evening to breath the crystal air of night. And there she saw it gleaming underneath the yellow lights. The words that were drawn, forgotten not gone, we belong no longer here, no longer here do we belong.
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Oh My Love
03:46
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Twenty three stars hang in the firmament, dizzy and dripping over the riverbank. Train conductor please take my ticket, I present it wrapped up in plastic.
She and he dresses up in finery, drinking wine, swallowed in scenery, writing backwards into my breathing, leave the light and enter the evening.
Oh my love.
They escaped into the theater, climbed the steps up to the battlement. Cool September ,if you could only be, salt and sea and lavender on the breeze.
Gaslight glows yellow against the night, wrapped up close, holding each other tight. Life has found us here in the quietude crush me now, how I have missed you.
Oh my love.
Seasons come and seasons go, I need the sun to feel cold. Seasons come and seasons go I need the cold to feel warm.
I have want for you of a better life. Let the pain shine, dissipate and die. Moonlight rise on us now to make it real - tracks run northward over an open field.
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Beautiful Bells
02:55
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We dress the part.
We wear the clothes.
We fill the holes.
We stay inside our homes.
Beautiful bells ring out a heavy toll.
We cut the wheat.
We fill the holes.
We walk alone.
We do just as we’re told.
Beautiful bells ring out a heavy toll.
Have a little mercy on our souls.
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They've Seen Me Shining
02:18
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They’ve seen me shining, they’ve caught me in their teeth and plan to strip my skin to grind the bones inside me. And they are so afraid afraid afraid but I am not afraid at all.
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The Lantern's Out
02:59
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Falling bombs on the yellow house. I’m as quiet as a church mouse. Water floods on the main street now the kingdom in chaos the lantern’s out. White lines drawn all across the black. Children there is a chimney stack. Smoke that comes to block the sun. The hollow filling up with mud.
It’s ok to cry.
Smell the smoke and smell the moss. The lantern’s out, the kingdom in chaos. Let us pray for the rain to end, for the souls of gentlemen, for the colors of twilight, hold onto each other tight.
Piling up the cobblestone - where did all the flowers go? In the night the stars are bright - we howl alone, we howl alone.
Sweetest girl, I know it’s hard, counting each and every star. Colors that you once could see, trap them in your memory. Long ago there was a man, ate the flowers of this land, Poured them out all across the sky, turned into a bird of flight.
It’s ok to cry.
Smell the smoke and smell the moss. The lantern’s out, the kingdom in chaos.
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Quietude
02:08
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Village Life
03:27
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This village life, this village life will swallow up each little dream that you have placed into your cup - now - all aboard we go, we dream and talk to ghosts, they whisper to your heart these verses and depart.
Surrender wrapped itself around me, entered in my body and unbound me.
Oh little bird, oh little bird I heard your song, you wake me up at break of dawn - the place that we now go, with everything you know. Stars slip out of the sky, retreating in your eyes.
Surrender wrapped itself around me, entered in my body and unbound me.
Let us never speak of ending up a long white ladder we’re ascending.
Emerge in shining glory.
Turning to the morning.
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