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Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been digging too deep, I always do. I see my fate on the surface I look a lot like Narcissus A dark aabyss of an emptiness Standing on the edge of a drowning blue. I look behind my ears for the green Even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes. Gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands, not just my head I think myself into jail Now I know a refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose. I had a lot of good intentions Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension, Started seeing the road to hell and just where it starts But my life is more than a vision The sweetest part is acting after making a decision I started seeing the whole as a sum of its parts My life is part of the global life I'd found myself becoming more immobile When I'd think a little girl in the world can't do anything. A distant nation my community A street person my responsibility If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring. |
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| 4:36 |
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Welcome me to the city of angels, devil prophets still hold my hand. I walked your stillborn streets for hours, ethnic echoes spitting out their trials. I'll be the first to praise the sun, The first to praise the moon. The first to hold the lone coyote, The last to set it free. Welcome me to a haven given, it's well received into my open arms. I ran in my sleep through shaking tremors, I had the splitting earth echoing in my ears. I'll be the first to praise the sun, The first to praise the moon. The first to hold the lone coyote, The last to set it free. Welcome me to the city of angels, there's a devil monkey laying on our backs. Where's the heart, where's the bullet for breaking. Somebody give me a weapon, a pacifying weapon. I'll be the first to praise the sun, The first to praise the moon. The first to hold the lone coyote, The last to set it free. |
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i'm coming home with a stone strapped onto my back i'm coming home with a burning hope turning all my blues to black i'm looking for a sacred hand to carve into my stone a ghost of comfort angels breath to keep this life inside my chest this world falls |
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| 4:19 |
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Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the bayou with our taillights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the money for the flight I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel Played ou hearts out all night long in New Orleans I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black When the first breath of Texas comes in clean And there's something bout the Southland in the springtime Where the wtaers flow with confidence and reason Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season When God made me born a yankee He was teasin' There's no place like home and none more pleasin' Than the Southland in the springtime In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations And the peach trees stitched across the land There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers And the smoke from the chimney meets its maker in the sky With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers. |
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from the bowery to the brimstone i tried to find your heart with drugs of initiation the bottom of a barrel that drops i understand your causes sympathize the motivation but all the details of this war are just self-infatuation and it's 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape what's left when the locks have all been broken young children of authority now how long can you be agile dancing between the alter and the mercy seat yeah now here's a chance to make a choice are you aware of the fire beneath your feet 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home the basement lies within us our fear comes through the door now there's nothing left between us as the fear becomes a roar once that wheel is in motion don't you lose what you have found i'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues everything that makes it go round and round we're all born in the devils scorn they want to see you die i'm asking you are you true everything they say is a lie it's a lie 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go 1 2 3 (we're all born) nothings for free (in the devils scorn) 1 2 3 (we're all born) nothings for free (in the devils scorn) everything they say it's a lie (we're all born) it's a lie now (in the devils scorn) everything they say it's a lie it's a lie now pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) -aca |
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| 4:23 |
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For you, I would tattoo me With lines crossing into a hand, and a heart that would never bleed. The twilight and the horse Drawn on my arm Standing for addiction, Pray we go unharmed. here is my love and anger these are my gods, these are my scars here is my love and anger my arms are burning, but they're open wide. Some things, I hold too tightly. Some things, I'll never I'll never touch. I'm wearing down the stones In the river All my life, I've painted With anger's brush here is my love and anger these are your gods, these are my scars lift me through my love and anger these arms are burning, but they're open wide. Oh, you precious kid I have a motion just for you. A warrior, barefoot and dancing With tears of pain and beauty All of this is true for you lift me through my love and anger these are my gods, these are your scars. lift me through my love and anger my arms are burning but they're open wide. Pointing out the graveyards I will be the reaper If you will be The keeper of my heart. |
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| 5:44 |
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Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand, The gold and the rainbow, but ntohing panned out as I planned. And they say only milk and honey's gonna make your soul satisfied! Well I better learn how to swim Cause the crossing is chilly and wide. Twisted guardrail on the highway, broken glass on the cement. A ghost of someone's tragedy How recklessly my time has been spent. And they say that it's never too late, but you don't get any younger! Well I better learn how to starve the emptiness And feed the hunger. Up on the watershed, standing at the fork in the road You can stand there and agonize Till your agony's your heaviest load. You'll never fly as the crow files, get used to a country mile. When you're learning to face the path at your pace Every choice is worth your while. Well there's always retrospect to light a clearer path Every five years or so I look back on my life And I have a good laugh. You start at the top, go full circle round Catch a breeze, take a spill - But ending up where I started again makes me wanna stand still, Stepping on a crack, breaking up and looking back Every tree limb overhead just seems to sit and wait Until every step you tak becomes a twist of fate L |
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| 3:41 |
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I've taken so many down, I've helped them all to dismount. I've followed so many down, I take their hand me downs. All with hope, all with ope that Emptiness brings fullness and Loss of love brings wholeness to all. Everything that I believe crawls from underneath the streets. Everything I truly love comes from somewhere high above. Everything that I believe is wrong with you is wrong with me. Everything I truly love I love in you I love me. So give me hope, give me hope that Emptiness brings fullness and Loss of love brings wholeness to us all. Swear you can't swim the river, I saw you running to jump in. I swore I would never by your sinner, Until I help your sin. Now you ask me why I'm here. The same as you, I'm scared, it's fear. I've become the beggar now, you've become the saint somehow. Twist the words and place the blame, tell me now, aren't we the same? Tripping in our yellow feet, checking underneath our sheets, For some hope, give me hope that Emptiness brings fullness and Loss of love brings wholeness to us all. |
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| 4:10 |
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you and me of the 10,000 wars dividing life into factions of pleasure and chores a bed to be made and a bed to lie in a hand in the darker side and our sights set on zion the heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child put my life in a box and let my imagination run wild pour the cement for my feet the heart and the mind on a parallel course never the two shall meet and oh the dissatisfied with the satisfied everybody loves a melodrama and the scandal of a lie still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter i see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes still waters try making one and one make one twist the shapes until everything comes undone watch the wizard behind the curtain the larger than life and the power of seeming certain the evil ego and the vice of pride is there ever anything else that makes us take our different sides i wanted everything to feed me about as full as i got was of myself and the upper echalons of mediocrity and oh the dissatisfied with the satisfied everybody loves a melodrama and the scandal of a lie still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter i see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes still waters still waters after the battles and we're still around everything once up in the air has settled down sweep the ashes let the silence find us a moment of peace is worth every war behind us you and me of the 10,000 wars words and music emily saliers copyright 1990 godhap music (bmi |
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well i woke up this morning grey dawn with a prayer on my breath see i lost something precious and god'll save me from losing myself i said i think i know what's wrong i think i know what's wrong now i met the queen and i understand why why she closed th |
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She won't recover from her losses, She's not chosen this path, but she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left So we can all see her pain she wears like a banner on her chest And we all say it's sad, and we think it's a shame And she's called to our attention, but we do not call her name, The girl with the weight of the world in her hands. We're busy with our happiness, busy with our plans I wonder if alone she wants it taken from her hands But if things didn't get any harder She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr, The girl with the weight of the world in her hands. I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead will grant her consolation when she counts upon her need It makes us all angry though we feign to care But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear, The girl with the weight of the world in her hands. "Is the glass half-full or empty?" I ask her as I fill it She said it doesn't really matter, pretty soon you're bound to spill it. With the half logic language of the sermon she delivers And the way she smiles so knowingly at me gives me the shivers I pull the blanket higher when I'm finally safe at home And she'll take a hundred with her, but she always sleeps alone, The girl with the weight of the world in her hands. |
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Welcome me to the city of angels, devil prophets still hold my hand. I walked your stillborn streets for hours, ethnic echoes spitting out their trials. I'll be the first to praise the sun, The first to praise the moon. The first to hold the lone coyote, The last to set it free. Welcome me to a haven given, it's well received into my open arms. I ran in my sleep through shaking tremors, I had the splitting earth echoing in my ears. I'll be the first to praise the sun, The first to praise the moon. The first to hold the lone coyote, The last to set it free. Welcome me to the city of angels, there's a devil monkey laying on our backs. Where's the heart, where's the bullet for breaking. Somebody give me a weapon, a pacifying weapon. I'll be the first to praise the sun, The first to praise the moon. The first to hold the lone coyote, The last to set it free. |
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| 4:21 |
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you and me of the 10,000 wars dividing life into factions of pleasure and chores a bed to be made and a bed to lie in a hand in the darker side and our sights set on zion the heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child put my life in a box and let my imagination run wild pour the cement for my feet the heart and the mind on a parallel course never the two shall meet and oh the dissatisfied with the satisfied everybody loves a melodrama and the scandal of a lie still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter i see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes still waters try making one and one make one twist the shapes until everything comes undone watch the wizard behind the curtain the larger than life and the power of seeming certain the evil ego and the vice of pride is there ever anything else that makes us take our different sides i wanted everything to feed me about as full as i got was of myself and the upper echalons of mediocrity and oh the dissatisfied with the satisfied everybody loves a melodrama and the scandal of a lie still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter i see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes still waters still waters after the battles and we're still around everything once up in the air has settled down sweep the ashes let the silence find us a moment of peace is worth every war behind us you and me of the 10,000 wars words and music emily saliers copyright 1990 godhap music (bmi |
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