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Don't (Forget the Capo)
00:20
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2. |
Don't You Cry Out
04:50
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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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3. |
Growing Old
06:08
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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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4. |
Follow
04:44
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remember when we used to feel free? we'd try to re-create what others couldn't see. if only just for once, you'd try again for me and save me from my deep green ocean dream. but now you hold a different vision and the daylight in you eyes is slowly sinking deep into the salty brine. in the gathering of people, i lose what once was mine beneath the grating tide of another ocean dream.
how's it written on my face when i haven't strength to hide it. just throw your arms around me, hold me till i finally sleep. but you've turned to go again, and it's leaving me so hollow when you've bent the ivory castles and there's no on left to follow
two more steps and then 18
"two more steps and then i go" but i can't just turn and run, when the others are all blind from staring too long at the sun. with everything i try to do i loose a little more of you.
like the sand that washes from my naked feet to follow at your turning twisting, deep green dream. there you go again and it's leaving me so hollow when your bent on ivory castles and there is no one left to follow
so i try to understand but the harmonies break. and the sounds are all wrong without give and only take and the happiness is swallowed in the terms of a mistake. underneath the innocent ocean. underneath the innocent ocean. underneath the innocent ocean. underneath the innocent ocean.
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5. |
The System
00:47
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6. |
Never Lick The Stamp
06:24
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this ship is going down
and i've lost my will to bail
there's a post-man in my heart
but there's never any mail
what's the use of all of this my dear?
we can cry until the house is damp
if we write our little letters
of pardon and sorry
but we never lick the stamp
half of what I feel for you is fear
so I always shut my mouth
with your icy words like waters deep and dark
i'm a goose who now regrets
she never left in time for flying south
but what's the use of all of this, my dear?
we can cry until the house is damp
if we write our little letters
of pardon and sorry but we
never lick the stamp
if we write our little letters
of pardon and sorry
but we never lick the stamp
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7. |
3 Stories
07:43
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i put on my london fog
and turn the porch light on
heading into town i see
that every soul has gone
but maybe if i stand under your window
there's a chance that you might see
the night has gotten colder
i could use some company
one always sees the morning with a purer mind
i used to live in dreams
when my foolishness was blind
so even if you peered
into this nearly-empty street
it wouldn't change a thing
for our distanced eyes to meet
we're worlds apart
but the years will only show
you're up there still
and i'm three storeys down below
soul-mates are a seldom lot
most are slippery as fish
joy comes from the lord above,
so contentment is my final wish
these trifles and my visions will only die
when you have gone
but i am on this path to find
where i belong
we're worlds apart
and the years will only show
you're up there still
and i'm three storeys down below
we're worlds apart
but the years will only show
you're up there still
and i'm three storeys down below
the dying son of man
who kept silent for his cause
when everyone he loved
scorned everything he was
the plight of separation
when hearts have turned to stone
and winter coats won't save us
from how cold we've grown
it's funny how these brick walls
they bleed mollifying stains
and memories flood me gently
like the ground after the rain
we're worlds apart
but the years will only show
you're up there still
and i'm three storeys down below
we're worlds apart
but the years will only show, ya
you're up there still, you're up there still
you're up there still, you're up there still
you're up there still
and i'm three storeys down below
and i'm three storeys down below, ya
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8. |
Go Baby Go
00:18
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9. |
House Of Ill Repute
04:54
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i believe in heaven. i believe in hell. and an old house haunted by a prostitute. the night that nothing at all went well, and hell came to the house of ill repute.
the day, came as we had arranged, but pride before the fall was near. by 10 o'clock, the crowd deranged, was heavy-handed on the beer. which would explain the rowdy yells (most which were louder than my band) "i said the good of this mistake i'll never ever understand."
looking back in complete hindsight, i believe in god and the devil alright. after that i saw the light, cause the devil got that gig that night. yeah.
the first song and the next were strained. my voice became my enemy. my cord, then my guitar was blamed. the sound-man threw the book at me. i touched the strings to my guitar; they snapped and i begun to fear. "there's nothing left that wont go wrong girl. crawl to the door, get out of here."
looking back in complete hind-sight, i believe in god and the devil alright after that i saw the light, cause the devil got that gig that night. yeah.
my mother prayed a lot that night, though she couldn't stand the place we played. between the ladies bible group and her, we should've had the whole place saved. i saw the good in weeks gone by, and wryly now i laugh instead. you do your best to die a graceful death and drag your humbler self to bed. i believe in heaven. i believe in hell...
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11. |
Fields Of Joy
04:22
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i am dreaming of summers past. when we walked down those dusty roads in the setting sun. it was pure, there was life budding all around. and we ran through the fields in the joy of what we had found.
and there was life - there was joy.
and we held out our hands when we touched the sea. wore crowns of flowers playing make-believe. we were children playing under a light blue sky. never carrying burdens yet knowing all things must die.
and there was life - there was joy.
it grows dark and we stand as we watch the world. saddened then, saddened now by what we've seen. but there is hope and a cross breaks our strong chains free. when we were blind and could not see.
there was life - we found life * there was joy - we found joy there was life - we found life * there was joy - we found joy fields of joy.
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13. |
Break Out Of Line
04:27
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scraping off the layers of your intellect. peeling off the paint of your veiled intent. everything i'm thinking of is pointing to a building plan. gonna get my ruler out and measure the man.
do you loose control when you get mad. are you just gonna leave when things get bad? if you're vulnerable you know i haven't seen it yet. do i have to cut you in two to reveal it?
come on go get the box of tools, boy. we're gonna redefine what rules. i'll do it alone if you bide your time. gonna let god choose when i break out of line.
give me a turn with the hammer and the nails. gonna nail you to the truth till your excuses fail. i've been broken with the knowledge of the sacred and profane. been welded like iron but i still feel the pain. i've been broken with the knowledge of the sacred and profane. been welded like iron but i still feel the pain.
come on go get the box of tools, boy. we're gonna redefine what rules. i'll do it alone if you bide your time. gonna let god choose when i break out of line. break out of line. break out of line. break out of line.
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14. |
Brave
03:51
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karoline i hang my heart out on the line and wait for someone still to touch it gently. karoline - when will we learn no to throw wide our love, at arms that hold barbed wires.
i'm just like you. but you are young and with excuse. and i am old with knowing. look at me, being brave. look at me being brave.
karoline like pearls before the swine we toss out tender bodies to the earth. karoline - they tell me love is blind but only few discover what we're worth.
i'm just like you. but you are young and with excuse. and i am old with knowing. so old child. so old its showing. so old child. so old with knowing. look at me, being brave. look at me being brave. look at you. being brave. being brave
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15. |
The Girl Next Door
03:15
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16. |
Mr. Bad Cold Germ
19:21
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