1. |
When The Wind Blows
02:15
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So many puddles in the rain
And on each one a different face
Softly the droplets tick seconds while they wait
To dry out in the sun, one day
Everything is black and white today
No color at all but for the twain
It looks to last forever and it may
But we can make the colors come again
When the wind blows
Let everyone know
You are an ocean inside
When the wind blows
Let yourself go
Let each ripple become a mighty tide
When the wind blows
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2. |
Delirium's Tears
03:47
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In the air the smell of iron, blood and wine
We've awaited her return
There's hardly any of us left here now
And the smell of something wrong still burns
Abandoned for years
Delirium's tears
Never fall
All the hate that poured down from the sky
Overflowed the banks and washed them clean
We saw it looming in the distance and did nothing
We were blinded by the sheen
Abandoned for years
Delirium's tears
Never fall
A speeding locomotive
Abandoned for years
To the delirium of a virgin forest
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3. |
Sun In My Eyes
03:49
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When you're out on the water and it sparkles and shines
Look up, look down, look left, look right
Everywhere there's light
Kinda don't mind
When the sun gets in my eyes
We were out for a drive on a country road
And you wouldn't believe how the sunshine shown
It was a most magnificent sight
Everywhere there's light
Kinda don't mind
When the sun gets in my eyes
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4. |
The Old Book
02:17
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I purchased an old book and discovered between the pages the dried and flattened remains of a tiny man. He was dressed in a suit and hat and had a tidy moustache——a style befitting the era in which the book was printed. Perhaps the book's previous owner had loved him very much and wanted to keep him forever, as if he were a flower. Or perhaps he had been annoying, like a fly, and met his end when this book was clapped shut.
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It was one of those clear winter days when the sky is soft and blue
Sun coming down on a long drive home
Ain't traveling light but I ain't hauling a heavy load
And I don't know much but I know I love the road
Pit stop for groceries 'cuz my tank is getting low
I need a cup of strong black coffee and a fresh pack of smokes
I don't a whole lot but I know I love the road
I'll take a '67, '53 or '84, just as long as I can hang my elbow on the door
The age doesn't matter much but I kinda like 'em old
Some guys drive 'em just for show
Some ride 'em high some ride 'em low
And I know a whole lot but I know I love the road
I don't know a whole lot but I know I love the road
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6. |
The Fugitive Kind
04:42
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You're running out of track and you're losing steam
They say you always end up where you're supposed to be
I don't really think that's true
You stumble every time you move
Cold and lonely and left outside
They'll never let you in no matter how hard you try
'Cuz you're the fugitive kind
You're the fugitive kind
And when it's time to die they'll snuff you out like fire
'Cuz you're the fugitive kind
You're the Fugitive kind
The water's always black and the sky it ain't so blue
And they all say don't worry man you're luck'll change soon
I don't really think that's true
Stumble every time you move
Cold and lonely and left outside
They'll never let you in no matter how hard you try
'Cuz you're the fugitive kind
You're the fugitive kind
And when it's time to die they'll snuff you out like fire
'Cuz you're the fugitive kind
You're the fugitive kind
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7. |
The Sound The Rain Makes
05:07
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Why hope, why believe
Ask the twelve months, ask the ships at sea
Why love, why dream
Ask the dust, ask the fallen leaves
Ask the wind, ask the stars
Why they hold you in their sway
It's just the sound the rain makes
That's all it is
Lay your head on a bed of red heather
Stare off into firelight
Ask the moss covered stone
If it knows which way to go
And if the weather's right
It just might let you know
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8. |
Snatch The Dragonfly
02:48
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Approach with pincer fingers the dragonfly on the bush.
Avoid snapping sticks underfoot.
Watch for diving birds overhead.
Feel the warmth of sun on neck.
Hear the hum of distant lawnmower.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Snatch the dragonfly by the tail.
Admire its cellophane wings but a little.
Enjoy the tickle as it wriggles.
Take pity on the captive and swallow it whole.
Now you can breathe fire.
Breathe fire.
Burn everything to the ground.
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9. |
One Of These Days
07:03
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No river's sway
No winter's day
The sharpest blade will only break
Upon our dreams
Don't ask them to show you
It's all waiting there to see
Today is someday
So check your head
Today is someday
Tomorrow might be dead
Don't care if you go blind
Or if you burn out your eyes
At least you tried to stare up at the sun
You're not the only one
But we're losing ground
Don't wait until the time is right
Do it now
Today is someday
So check your head
Today is someday
Tomorrow might be dead
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10. |
Dream About You
03:33
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I had a dream last night
I can't remember why
That's all I ever do
Is dream about you
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