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Spark
02:06
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Where you goin’ my torn and scattered son?
Your eyes have darkened, your stride a listless one.
But we are startlight in the darkness now
Quick and here and always should we spark the sound
All our convictions have come crashing down
I will stumble next to you my friend
Believe these times will come undone
I’ll run to you now
‘Cause I need some time to strengthen my grip
And move my legs to motion
We’ll mend our broken days
And see the open eyes beside us
We will look for change
All our convictions have come crashing down
I will stumble next to you my friend
Believe these times are
In a haze clouded nation we will seek and shout
And we will run on to better our days
Believe these times will come undone.
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Water + Smoke
02:26
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Back before the water and smoke
I took to all the colors and rose
Up with the sun, our parents declared,
“We are all safe”
We watched them take down our roofs
With fire and laughter, hoofs fall in the dust
Midnight now- I’ll be off
And pass out of all anywhere
Out of all time
Out of this place that we loved
Into the corners and
Into the margins to
Learn to be less than we are
We are now here tonight
Let our words come to life
Songs of our home fill the air
Watch this all fade into blue
We’re now alone
Out of all anywhere
Out of all time
Out of this place that we loved
Into the corners and into the margins
All garishly colored
And all we have left are the songs of our home
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Settlement
03:49
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I’ll beg for help to be free from the sounds of unsettled reason
Eyes flashing now with pity, sympathy
All directed at nothing or anything
Can’t wait for the day, oh no
Can’t wait for the day
Through the windows I see a better day
Still far away
Words have no life- I need a crowd to
let their speech fill up the shallows
eyes flashing now with pity, sympathy
all directed at nothing or anything
Can’t wait for the day, oh no
Can’t wait for the day
Through the windows I see a better day
Still far away
Oh, come along son
Why you wait so long, son
See a better day
Still far away
Words have no life- I need a crowd to let their speech fill
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Oceans
05:54
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Let us leave and cover up the old tracks
Kick the traces gone- I’m done
Let us just take this new path
To the trackless, darkened water as we sail on
Said it’s good we’ll be here to breathe in the air
Spinning open to see the shadows
We can tell ‘em all to figure out when the broken seasons change
Let us ride with the weight of the ocean tide
Finding solace in the moving rhythm
Take heed- oh you who look to windward
Turn the wheel with care
Take heed- young and strong in the broken season
They rose- and in the sunlight dove
When I’m grown, tired and alone
Please let me know
When I’m grown, smiles and home
She knew they’d weather the tide
Let us ride with the weight of the ocean tide
Finding solace in the moving rhythm
Let us ride with the weight of the ocean tide
Take this chance to move, my love- just hold on tight
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