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Feel
03:43
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Feel, did you feel the isolation?
feel through the fragments, feel through the glare
steal, did you steal a sensation?
‘cause nothing was there, nothing left to feel
wandering the shadows and wandering the alleys
and sweeping out the corners of my heart
looking for a question and looking for an answer
and looking for a place to start
feel, did you feel the isolation?
feel through the fragments, feel through the glare
steal, did you steal a sensation?
‘cause nothing was there, nothing left to feel
nothing left to long for and nothing left to wonder
and nothing left to teach us how to wait
but thirty shining seconds like thirty silver pieces
like thirty burning tears of fate
feel, can you feel
feel can you feel
what’s left for us, what’s left there
if our hearts have grown cold
what’s left for us, what’s left there
if we can’t feel our souls
feel, did you feel the isolation?
feel through the fragments, feel through the glare
steal, did you steal a sensation?
‘cause nothing was there, nothing left to feel
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Kafka Dreams
04:45
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They’re haunting me, hearts I’ve broken and the places I’ve been
haunt the alleys with my primal scream
words I’ve spoken are the visions I’ve seen
shadows of the light
in the night I’m calling to you,
from the middle of a kafka dream
on my knees I crawl out to you
then I fall apart at the seams
but O it’s been a while
my heart’s on trial
can’t you see the smile of a desperate man, and
in the night I call out to you
from the middle of a kafka dream
Am I guilty? Don’t know the crime but I cannot flee
these blood stained eyes are accusing me
and etched in flesh is my final plea, not innocent
in the night I’m calling to you, from the middle of a kafka dream
on my knees I crawl out to you
then I fall apart at the seams
but O it’s been a while
my heart’s on trial
can’t you see the smile of a desperate man, and
in the night I call out to you
from the middle of a kafka dream
now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take
in the night I’m calling to you, from the middle of a kafka dream
on my knees I crawl out to you
then I fall apart at the seams
but O it’s been a while
my heart’s on trial
can’t you see the smile of a desperate man, and
in the night I call out to you
from the middle of a kafka dream
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Nadir
05:22
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By the banks of Babylon,
that’s where we hung our song
cursed if we forget the tune
cursed if we sing along
They said: when you reach the nadir
of the heart will he be there?
There at the apex of the hurt and the despair
Trying to write the final page
of this tale of emptied hells
vacant masks and leering laughs
this lie I know so well
And when I reach the nadir
of the heart will you be there?
There at the apex of the hurt and the despair
O Christ, O Christ, O Christ, O Christ I’m falling
Nothing left to hold on to, nothing left to say
staring down the barrel of night
Praying for the day
And he said when you reach the nadir
of the heart I’ll be there
There at the apex of the hurt and the despair
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Dirty Jordan
03:56
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Dirty Jordan, lying in the sun
with her grave shroud on
Crooked curves on broken banks
what have we done?
Can you wash clean this dirty water
can you drench down these thirsty lands
can you wade through this Holy River
Till you’ve healed the hands of dirty Jordan
Old Man River, crawling through the land
with his soul sucked dry
It’s a long way home through stone and sand
can you afford to cry?
Can you wash clean this dirty water
can you drench down these thirsty lands
can you wade through this Holy River
Till you’ve healed the hands of dirty Jordan
Dirty Jordan, waiting for the Son,
who was baptised by you
A drop of blood from his flowing veins
And he will baptize you
Can you wash clean this dirty water
can you drench down these thirsty lands
can you wade through this Holy River
Till you’ve healed the hands of dirty Jordan
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Burning Down the Village
04:04
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Hey Bro I can see you way back there when we were kids
before we knew we’d be men
And though I needed to tell you I needed you
My words escaped me again
like lost dogs or broken castles
Stolen songs I don’t need any more
If I had known that iron was so fragile,
I would have told you before:
You’re a king, you’re a lover you’re magic you’re a warrior
The heart can only grow wise when it breaks
You’re a child you’re a brother in his shadow you’ll discover
When you least expect you’ve got what it takes
And Bro I can see you you’re right there in front of me
While we make up our names
I know I’ll never be the man I want you to see
But I got lost in the game
Like unsung songs or unspoken secrets
Hollow masks I don’t need any more
If I had known that iron was so fragile,
I would have told you before
You’re a king, you’re a lover you’re magic you’re a warrior
The heart can only grow wise when it breaks
You’re a child you’re a brother in his shadow you’ll discover
When you least expect you’ve got what it takes
And son, I can see you way up there ahead of me,
not many years from now
‘Cause once you start on the road to the high country
I know you’ll find it somehow
like innocence, you find it by losing it
Prairie skies like distant shores
If I had known that iron was so fragile,
I would have told you before
You’re a king, you’re a lover you’re magic you’re a warrior
The heart can only grow wise when it breaks
You’re a child you’re a brother in his shadow you’ll discover
When you least expect you’ve got what it takes
You’re a priest you’re a poet a prophet and you know it
the cure is throbbing there beneath the ache
You’re a child you’re a brother
in his shadow you’ll discover
When you least expect you’ve got what it takes
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She
06:03
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She, she cuts herself at night
and she, in gaudy orange bright
and she, her eyes are red and raw from crying
She, can’t look you in the face
and she, in torn and tattered lace
and she, her trembling hands are grey and dying
But she’s beautiful in his eyes
her soul bared, her heart without disguise
and ten thousand drops of blood show she was worth the fight
and from ten thousand empty graves she stands up in his light
so ten thousand angel songs can speak her name
she, without excuse and without blame
She wants love she cannot have
and she has forgotten how to laugh
and she, her skin is pale and parched from hiding
But she’s beautiful in his eyes
her soul bared, her heart without disguise
and ten thousand drops of blood show she was worth the fight
and from ten thousand empty graves she stands up in his light
so ten thousand angel songs can speak her name
she, without excuse and without blame
She, the past etched in her eyes
and she, her face lined with her lies
and she, the road back home is steep and winding
But she’s beautiful in his eyes
her soul bared, her heart without disguise
and ten thousand drops of blood show she was worth the fight
and from ten thousand empty graves she stands up in his light
so ten thousand angel songs can speak her name
she, without excuse and without blame
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As the Tree
04:07
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As the rains in the springtime, as the summer sun
As the winds in the autumn bring change
As the mists in the winter turn to spring again
Let this land feel your mercy,
let this land feel your mercy,
let this land feel your mercy once again
As the tree in the springtime puts forth her green
As the tree bears in summer her fruit
As the tree in the autumn bears crimson gold
Let this land bear salvation, let this land bear salvation
let this land bear salvation once again
Let salvation spring up from the ground
Let the new grain of your love abound
let the valleys and the hills resound
with echoes of rejoicing
Let the autumn rains of righteousness
come and soothe us like a summer mist
Send the morning dew of holiness
To bring this land to life
As the tree in the springtime puts forth her green
As the tree bears in summer her fruit
As the tree in the autumn bears crimson gold
Let this land bear salvation, let this land bear salvation
let this land bear salvation once again
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Hey Calliope
04:20
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Hey, Calliope, where did you get to?
Why did you walk out on me?
Hey Calliope I’ve been waiting here for hours
with this old guitar on my knee
I didn’t mean to leave you standing
at the altar with a song and a prayer
Hey Calliope I’ve been following the footprints and
I‘m hoping that they’ll lead me there (where you are)
Hey Calliope, dancing for a king and
flying on the wings of a dove
Hey Calliope, making everything
transfigured with the light of his love
I didn’t mean to leave your luggage
on the porch when I opened the door
Hey Calliope I’ve been waiting and I’m wondering
If I’m ever gonna see you anymore
La, la, la, la
Hey, Calliope, where did you get to?
Why did you walk out on me?
Hey Calliope I’ve been waiting here for hours
with this old guitar on my knee
I didn’t mean to leave you standing
at the altar with a song and a prayer
Hey Calliope I’ve been following the footprints and
I‘m hoping that they’ll lead me there (where you are)
And I’ll leave the porch light burning
And I’ll leave the coffee on
And I’ll keep on tossing and turning
till I got you back at home
Hey Calliope
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Old with You
02:55
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Let me grow old with you
I could tell you all the things we know I didn’t have to
You may already know them
That only goes to show that
I got here just in time
to grow old with you
Let me stay young with you
We could laugh at all the things we know
We’re not supposed to
Or stop and smell the flowers
Or talk in bed for hours
While we wait around
To stay young with you
Let me grow old with you
I could tell you all the things we know I didn’t have to
You may already know them
That only goes to show that
I got here just in time
to grow old with you
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Sunday's Child
04:30
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Fly true, little arrow
right through the city gates
fly free, little arrow
Everywhere you go,
He will speed you home
Sunday’s Child, bonny and blithe
The day’s are wild but you’re full of life
With mommy’s eyes you’re daddy’s risk taker
Chasing down a dare
With spark and spunk you’re daddy’s peacemaker
Shining everywhere
Fly true, little arrow
right through the city gates
fly free, little arrow
Everywhere you go,
He will speed you home
Sunday’s child, fair of face
Far to go and full of grace
With Mommy’s heart you’re Daddy’s dream catcher
Chasing down the light
And you’ll grow strong with wisdom and stature
precious in his sight
Fly true, little arrow
right through the city gates
fly free, little arrow
Everywhere you go,
He will speed you home
All I worship is God on High
All I worship is God on high
All I worship is God on high
Fly true, little arrow
right through the city gates
fly free, little arrow
Everywhere you go,
He will speed you home
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99 Rhymes
04:24
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Ninety nine rhymes and I’m still speechless
Ninety nine rhymes and your glory’s unsung
Ninety nine rhymes and I still haven’t sounded
the clouds and thick darkness
that’s wrapped all around you
Concealing your mystery
Like ninety nine rhymes
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