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Pariah Chimes
02:29
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He’s a hound of the city
But that don’t mean much to you and me
He don’t know how to be anyone
That’s a path he must walk alone
He’s a hound of the city
But that don’t mean much to you and me
Broke down, drunk and emptied out
Can’t sit still or move about
He’s a hound of the city
But that don’t mean much to you and me
Screams too loud and splits his lips
For ghosts at night when they raise their ships
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If You Become Impossible
03:14
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When I become impossible
I’ll lay my bones down next to you
But if you become impossible
What ever will I do?
It’s true that I am afraid
The big black empty waits for me
But when its cold hands take hold of you
My deepest fear of all will come true
When I become impossible
For me there won’t be any cost
But if you become impossible
The veil will fall and I will be lost
It’s true we all have to cross
That dark black river all alone
But if it’d spare you form the cold stone
I would make that lonely river my home
When I become impossible
I’ll lay my bones down next to you
But if you become impossible
What ever will I do?
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3. |
Only
02:45
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I want to share this with you
‘Cause you’re my friend
‘Cause you’re my friend
I only listen to you
‘Cause you’re my friend
‘Cause you’re my friend
Only lovers kill
‘Cause only lovers feel
I can’t stop pining for you
‘Cause you’re my friend
‘Cause you’re my friend
I’m always thinking of you
‘Cause you’re my friend
‘Cause you’re my friend
Only sleeping dogs dream
‘Cause sleeping dogs don’t have teeth
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4. |
O, Great Father Ocean
04:07
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O, great father ocean I have always known
The scent and the cadence of my own
But the call of waves a-lapping is buried in my ears
And salty things are nesting in my nose
When my hear was pumping seaweed and brine sat in my lungs
I dreamt a life outside you coral womb
But tiresome was the process to crawl out of your seas
And it took a billion turns and countless moons
And the moon overcame us and washed my body out to land
And I woke up half a monkey and pulled myself out of the surf with monkey hands
O, great father ocean I have always known
The soup of sand and grit that fills my bones
The molar and the canine, where it all came from
The belly in the basin of your gut
Touch my wrist and feel the murmur, the salt turn in my pulse
The moon who pulls its flow back and forth
There’s a tidal wave of lumbar crashing around my brain
And down my back it spills into my hands
O, great father ocean I have always known
Where I’m going when my flight is flown
The foam and the green wave, the drowning ageless rock
The ebb and flow that stalls for my return
When I sink beneath the moaning and cockled swollen whales
An anchor never sank or dove so deep
And the heart that once pumped seaweed will close up like a clam
And lungs will leak their last into the sea
And the moon will forgive us and part the surface for my dive
And I’ll slip the skin of a monkey and lay down on your deathly bed with monkey hands
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Wooden Flower
03:34
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Wearing down that wooden flower
Was not my kind or finest hour
Her head hung low and touched the ground
And petals fall but won’t be found
A wooden plan to make a life
Meant all that time to find a wife
But babies don’t grown by themselves
And flowers won’t bloom on the shelf
A wooden job
A wooden house
An oaken child of lore
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6. |
The Light I Saw
03:14
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I fall asleep late and feel God’s not there
I wake up down and feel God’s not there
I wonder if he loves me anymore
Or if I’ve let Him down once more
I’m looking for the light I saw
Despite the warnings of my flaw
I’ve lost the shepherd, I’ve lost the flock
Been on their trail since twelve o’clock
Wandering the night time through
The night time’s never been so cruel
Now I can’t decode the puzzle of lights
The canopy of rain or the cones of ice
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7. |
The Healing House
03:15
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In the orange room the bearded man and his wife sleep
With brown flowers creeping up the paper walls like weeds
Breath is held in waiting for the baby in her womb
He won’t grow up lonely for another will come soon
In the eating room the blue table stands prepared
There’d be porridge dripping down the lino walls if no one cared
A five person meal without much room for anymore
A year goes by and now the lonely table’s set for four
In the cartoon room the borrowed brothers share a bunk
While spider-man crawls up the painted wall like a drunk
The window swings wide open under glow of blue moonlight
By morn its clear to see the two young boys have taken flight
In the healing house our burdens fall, drop and plunge
And every wall soaks up another year like a sponge
There’s always time and space for brother, parent, son and spouse
To tend out wounds and soothe our burns in the healing house
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