1. |
Thorn In Your Hand
04:49
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why do i feel like i've lost my eyes. why do i feel like a wingless bird when i compromise. why do i feel like such a broken branch. why do i feel like i don't dare breath a second chance.
Why do i feel like the bitterest herb in your garden. Why do i feel like a thorn in your hand. why do i feel like temptation has its claws in me yet. why do i feel like I'm forcing a stand.
and the clouds come pressing in like they always have and they always seem to win. and you pull at my sleeve and you just want to know when is he gonna step in? and the clouds come pressing in like they always have and they always seem to win. and you pull at my sleeve and you just want to know...
hey god help me here. hey god help me here. hey god help me here like i know you can.
why do i feel like i'm the salt in your water. you take a drink. you spit it out. you smash the cup. why does it feel like i tell the truth and it hurts you. the lights in your eye but you just don't wanna look up.
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2. |
Nevertheless The Dog
04:33
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heat and dust and connivance - i will call it what it is. salty pillars and romance - a mouth can trap itself. visions in the desert sand of renegades in contraband. and i am caught in all of this - your spanish gates are barred.
someone in the shadows there - brings me stolen roses. i would have been happier with weeds pulled from the ditch. it’s time that matters to me now and time and time again. these purple nights bred falling sight - i gather what remains.
does it matter now?
in the name of respect
go ahead and tell them how i didn’t suspect
who cut the telegraph wires?
the cat has caught the sparrow
you darted round the truth
like a whacked out bow and arrow
scarlet threads and smokey eyes - money jingles when you sigh. jaded with the lies i’ve seen am i. how can truth be recognized if that might mean them taking sides. God and time will heal what i cannot.
my friend listen closely now for i have seen the bull tonight. and if you didn’t know the rules you never should have played. granted that the stakes are high - weeping only blurs the eye. remember me the next time that you wave.
does it matter now?
in the name of respect
go ahead and tell them how i didn’t suspect
who cut the telegraph wires?
the cat has caught the sparrow
you darted round the truth
like a whacked out bow and arrow
the messenger you sent has cut the wires tonight. nevertheless the dog has finally found its bite.
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3. |
Don't You Cry Out
04:53
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joseph, what did you feel - what could you think to calm you? what was sitting on your chest all night? read your Mary’s eyes. and i am here and i want to know - what do i feel? where do i go? my thoughts i speak to God alone when life comes with a fist.
waiting for the sky to fall,
i look for writing on the wall.
and here i sit with trembling heart.
timid in my waiting i am... still a little sad to say goodbye so often friend
in fallen leaves and cold like a silent foreign film.
don’t let me fall away
don’t let me go - sweet Jesus
my words are foolishness- my heart strays like a criminal. hardened with the silence of my fingers in my ears. but sometimes when your wind cries out, i see the colours of the sky. in every flaming branch there lies the fingerprint of you.
the house is emptiness itself
and when i wait alone
and human love has gone away
and music fails to comfort me i... pull out the words you wrote -
i see your love in everything
and you have made your children glad when their sleeping ends
don’t let me fall away
don’t let me go - sweet Jesus
don’t you cry out a little bit?
don’t you cry out sometimes in my waking?
don’t you cry out a little bit?
don’t I wonder how my hope is keeping?
don’t I wonder how my hope is keeping?
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4. |
Growing Old
05:24
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tired of the fight
please let’s agree
we just don’t see eye to eye
you think you’re right
want my own life
and find it hard to do
changes and children change
too fast for you
i’m stubborn and hard
it must be true
you’ve let me know that all my life
it burnt my hands
it saved my mind
you know the truth
is hard to find...
growing old
love, i tried
you know i won’t
give up this time
daughters grow up
and trees - they come down
and we look for the love
that makes the world go around
for those who suffer
and those who bleed
is it the heart or the mouth
that we should feed?
is it the heart or the mouth that we should feed?
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5. |
Silverlined
05:05
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she loves the hands of this man
but the smile of a stranger
the wisdom of the aged
and the dance of youthful danger
yet another talks with passion strange
and reaches for her shoulder
she is fluttering without flying
she wants everyone to hold her
i’m a hidden beach of sand
that knows the imprint of God’s hand
frailty and foresight free
are you to be the man?
a cabin in the mossy woods
filled with music and our dreams
how can i say that i love you
if i’m not sure what that means?
sometimes i think i’ll bolt the door with you inside
sometimes i’m scared i’ve let my love turn selfish and unkind
the hope of what you’d be is only in my mind
silverlined
silverlined
silverlined
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