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1. |
All That Is
05:18
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All that is
Is all there was
It’s not like him
No one’s home
He’s a ghost of himself
He’ll look straight through you
To the back of your mind
He drags his thoughts like
Burdens left behind
All that is
Is all there was
It’s not like him
No one’s home
He’s a ghost of himself
She’ll look down on you
To the depths of you’re well
She shifts pulleys and rods
With out any way to tell
All that is
Is all there was
It’s not like her
She’s not at home
A shadow of herself
They’ll look up to you
To the heights you soar
Some clouds may part
To their days of yore
All that is
Is all there was
It’s not like them
They’re not there
A memory of themselves
A memory of themselves
A memory of themselves
All that is
Is all there was
All there was
All there was
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2. |
One
03:24
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One more swig
I fear I’ll
Speak my mind
Take it from me
I won’t be so kind
One more draw
I fear I’ll
Reveal my all
Keep it from me
And my downfall
CHORUS
I am a simple man
Of word and deed
The vices of mine
Keep me free
One more scoop
I fear I’ll
Have my fill
Hold it from me
I may be ill
CHORUS
One more time
I fear I’ll
Lose my way
Keep me going
Through today
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3. |
Make Of Me A Feather
05:30
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We’re waiting on the winds
To take us cape-ward bound
The belly of this ship
Awaits on sandy ground
Will I see her hair
Breezing in the heather
Swift winds I beg thee
Make of me a feather
Through storm I pray for passage
Through the cape’s fair weather
Full of spice and fur and cane
Packed in ribs and chests
The belly of this ship
Lies in troughs between the crests
Will I see her hair
Breezing in the heather
Swift winds I beg thee
Make of me a feather
Through storm I pray for passage
Through the cape’s strong weather
We’re heaving on the mainsail
To take back our calm
The belly of this ship
Stares into eyes of harm
Will I see her hair
Breezing in the heather
Swift winds I beg thee
Make of me a feather
Through storm I pray for passage
Through the cape’s foul weather
We’re smelling land ahead
In the dead of night so deep
The belly of this ship
Beckons to eternal sleep
Will I see her hair
Breezing in the heather
Swift winds I beg thee
Make of me a feather
Through storm I pray for passage
Through the cape’s cruel weather
We’re looking up above us
To the ceiling of the sea
The belly of this ship
Bears my child to never be
Will I see her hair
Breezing in the heather
Swift winds I beg thee
Make of me a feather
Through storm I pray for passage
Through the cape’s deadly weather
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4. |
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Do you recall
When the days were longer
And the nights were lighter
When a wave meant a smile
And the tide lifted us all
Do you recall
When songs were played
And live meant analogue
When a crowd went a mile
And the chorus lifted us all
Do you remember those days
Unlike today
Not filled with sorrows
We had better yesterdays
And no fear of tomorrow
Do you recall
When food was clean
And a walk was safe
When a smile meant hello
And the mood lifted us all
Do you remember those days
Unlike today
Not filled with sorrows
We had better yesterdays
And no fear of tomorrow
Do you recall
When jingo was unknown
And a flag was for a pole
When a song meant something
And the tide lifted us all
Do you remember those days
Unlike today
Not filled with sorrows
We had better yesterdays
And no fear of tomorrow
Do you remember those days
Better yesterdays
Better yesterdays
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5. |
Time Is With The Tide
03:52
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TIME IS WITH THE TIDE - a protest in three generations
You sit on your porch
At the end of the day
With a flagon of hate
And drink til you sway
You wretched old fool
With past glories and loss
There’s two sides to a coin
You’re wrong from the toss
Take a step back you’re
Down the wrong road
Time aint on your side
Time is with the tide
You’re slaying the dead
With your tirade of folklore
Dig up your trenches
What you fighting for?
You restless young fool
With your clenched up fist
Open your heart son
You’re nothing but grist
Take a step back you’re
Down the wrong road
Time aint on your side
Time is with the tide
You sign up for that
A name on their table
That protest you seek will
Soon not be able
You odd angry crowds
Thumping on locked doors
While you crave what’s theirs
They’re stealing what’s yours
Take a step back you’re
Down the wrong road
Time aint on your side
Time is with the tide
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6. |
Reason In Your Rhyme
05:28
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You’ve seen enough bad
To make your demons
Seem good
As angels walked away
And took the last word
Silence defeaned your cries
When only the serpent
Would dare come near
For solace
The wolves stole all the lambs
While exhausted you watched
Your future fall into the past
Not every tale
Concludes so well
Nor opens with a bang
Take all the chapters
In your book
For they’re the tune you sang
When dawn comes late
To end your night
Of bleakness
The shadows you cast turn on you
And hide your shining rays
To fool your guiding light
Not every tale
Begins so well
Nor closes with
With you dying
Take all the chapters
In your story
For they’re the tears you’re crying
Take heed of your tales
To share your plight
For mercy
Your accounts add to define you
And cast your act on stage
To all you care to show
Not every tale
Begins and ends
Nor passes
On with time
Take all the verses
In your life
They’re the reasons in your rhyme
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7. |
She Sells Salvation
03:20
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Take down your flag
And set the doves free
Let all blades rust
And your armies be
She sells salvation
It’s sweet and it’s dear
The cost of redemption
Is loud and clear
Lay down your causes
And hitch up your load
Sound the salve of bugle
As you ease down the road
She sells salvation
It’s sweet and it’s dear
The cost of redemption
Is loud and clear
Take up your trades
Put down your fears
The time for your battles
Is lost in yesteryears
She sells salvation
It’s sweet and it’s dear
The cost of redemption
Is loud and clear
Keep up your vigil
And stay til the dawn
Til all fields are fallow
Let canons lie forlorn
She sells salvation
It’s sweet and it’s dear
The cost of redemption
Is loud and clear
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8. |
Whisper Your Name
04:54
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9. |
Wild White Horses
03:53
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10. |
Tropical Beach
03:32
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11. |
What Am I To You?
05:12
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Am I the wave that has to break?
Or the flotsam on the shore
Must my words parch the page
Or echo, down the corridor
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
As the years catch
Our hurried steps
And awkward moves
In these days
What am I to do?
And What am I to you?
Am I the bough that has to break?
Or the litter on the ground?
Must my tears touch the wound
Or dry, scattered all around?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
As the years catch
Our hurried steps
And awkward moves
In these days
What am I to do?
And What am I to you?
Am I heart the heart that has to break?
Or, the blood that spills?
Must my hands wipe your blade
Or suffer from your ills?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
As the years catch
Our hurried steps
And awkward moves
In these days
What am I to do?
And What am I to you?
What am I to do?
And What am I to you?
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