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Deep in the night through the cabins of light
we sat by the fire at dawn
We could see the days floati'n through in a haze
And the whole world was travelin' on
We whispered the songs and we lettered the wrong
words with no meaning or sound,
and I saw the skies and the bum circles cry
singin’ all was awaitin’ around
So for forty days and forty nights
I wandered the desert alone
For forty days and forty nights
The world was my home
I walked by the road and the shepherds they told
The stories of ancient and far
(All the stories we know from long ago)
and I felt the wind and the shackles of sin
as I laid myself under the stars
(Under the stars, under the stars)
They spoke of the times and of the swirling dust rides
and the mountains were singing again
(Sweet lullabies from the golden sun)
I was so alone yet I was my own
and the truth waited up round the bend
(Up around the bend, up around the bend)
Chorus
Deep in the crescent woods of adolescence
You’ll find the truth gleaming with light
(Gleaming with light from above)
for the way is foretold in the gallows of the old
and the birds sing their songs to the night
(Unto the night, unto the night)
Lost you shall be but only then can you see
that you fly on the wings of the dove
(Fly on the wings of the great white dove)
so come and be lifted on a cross of forgiveness
and become one with the eternal love
(Set your spirit free into the night!)
Chorus
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Circular World
04:42
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The spring breeze blows and I’m driftin’ away now
Carried by the music of another day now
the people are moving and the world is spinning
and I feel that life is just beginning
so much joy when you open your eyes
and feel the rhythm of the moment fill you up inside
as you look through the trees
and fall to your knees
cause the beauty of the life is too much to see
and the men walk by
in the fading light of day
So many people being crushed by the hammer
when asked what they’re doin’ they just stutter and stammer
til everything’s gone and there’s no direction
and we think we’re defined by our mirror reflection
but the wise man travels through approaching dawn
never willing to believe that hope is gone
and we’re fading away
to the darkest days
and the clear skies are filling with a deeper haze
can we get back up
and drink from the cup
that we lost when we fell asleep?
And see we’re all one part of a circular world
the fallen angels of the desperate skies
we’re all one part of a circular world in our minds
ya we’re all one part of a circular world
flowing gently and rising slowly
we’re all one part of the circular world of our minds
Words can only give us so much meaning
we just gotta realize where the light is gleaming
travel on through the infinite questions
and break through the walls of illusion perception
know that life has a greater purpose
that we’ll never see stayin’ on the surface
of space and time
and our limited minds
believing that today there’s no treasure to find
and refusing to see
that we’re so free
to float into the infinite sea
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Better Ways
04:03
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I just kinda made up lyrics as I was recording, so it's kinda irrelevant. I went from the line "I knew lift had a better way/Standin' lonesome at the gate" and just said things that sounded correct.
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Another Day
01:53
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I woke up in a pink rainbow sky
Feeling so light like I could fly
Everyone around me had faces painted gold
And I heard the words they spoke, started doin' what they told
I was flippin' in the sun
I was falling through the clouds
I was singing my songs
While the world was spinning round
I was drinking multicolored tea and dancing in the rain
Life had no more pain
It was another day
It was another day
Then the castle came before me it was floating in the sky
And the birds sang such glory and I don't know why
I deserved such a velvet core unfolding in the breeze
But I blinked and then I saw that all was swallowed in the sea
I was falling underground
I was sucked beneath the rain
And the doorman came to tell me
I had missed the last train
And my past had floated down the stream not to be seen again
Born anew without even a friend
It was another day
It was another day...
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5. |
She's Gone
02:40
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Mother was a dead girl when she was seventeen
She took the cookies from the fridge and left it so unclean
At the time she didn’t know it but what she left behind
Was everything she’d ever found and the remnants of her mind
She’s gone, so gone, gone away
Baby wrote a love song oh just yesterday
Singin’ bout the changes she has to make today
Then she rode on down the alleyway lookin for a sign
And finding nothin’ everywhere, fallin’ back behind
She’s gone, so gone, gone away
When the tides roll inward I float out in the wind
And fly above the mountaintops free of lies and sin
I’m gone, so gone, gone away
And You’ll never see my face again
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(Dark Tunnel of Light)
When I was younger sittin' restless in the sea
My pain was under in the ocean beside me
We sailed the wayward winds deep into the sun
The time had finally come
The skies were falling while the waves were ashed and grey
And tidal waves crashed on our ship to make us stay
Amidst the pain and woe of being cast away
To never see the light of day
But tides will change direction
Revealing all within the dark
The ocean floor it rang with truth
Nothing this world had ever seen
We saw the way its gone it all falls down
And everything begins again
But I started the fire
And I swallowed the demons in the night
But I touched your hand as you walked away
though I knew you could never stay
I just wanted you to be by my side all night
just to feel such love again
But no…
I started the fire
and I swallowed the demons of the sea
Oh set me free
(Restless Desperate Hands [Walk On])
Part 1:
Well walk on to the rhythm of the world
while the songs are playing in the open seasons
walk on all day long
walk on to the spirit of the world
while the birds are singing in the open air
walk on all day long
Part 2:
Your restless desperate hands are blowing circles in your gravestone
Your restless desperate hands are being washed into the sea
May you still find forgiveness when your path ain’t so unstable
And your time will let you be what you wanna be
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Until the Sidewalk Ends
03:26
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Sittin on the ground in the full lotus position
I am thinking I am dreaming I am wanderin’ my condition
Standin’ on the other side in watercolored grass I wonder
Everything that comes and everything that will pass
You were just a boy when I walked on through your door
Singin’ bout the changes and the colors on the floor
It’s time to walk into the whirlwhind
Where you’ll find your time will fly too fast
Reflecting on the waves of an altered disposition
I am travelin’ I am seein’ I become my intuition
Standin’ at the center of my own eternal being
Feelin’ love and feelin’ freedom not believin’ what I’m seein’
When you are around I will never see your face
You roam far and wide til you find a better place
Can’t you see it’s all around you
Can’t you see it’s right in front of your eyes
When did you see the tunnels of your mind?
How are you there when you’re so behind?
Always feel the pulses of the rhythm on time
Walk until the sidewalk ends
When you feel the road you ascend into the mind
Each stair falls as you progress through the climb
You will never feel the rhythm you will never feel the rhyme inside
Oh but Walk into the fields and you’ll see the stars
Take it slow or you won’t get far
You'll run so free when you’re all in charge
Walk until the sidewalk ends (x4)
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