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The Blue Hour
04:08
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The Blue Hour
Blue
Just for a moment we were in between
A lucid slumber and a waking dream
No wrongs to choose
Blue
No glaring sundogs to blind our eyes
No parenthetic horizon lines
Or sentry moons
Just blue
Blue
We sailed the gap between the sea and sky
Without the anchors of the “how” or “why”
Or “win” or “lose”
Blue
We made no mention of the day or night
Would it be darkness or warming light
We’d plunge into
After blue?
Must we fall from blue
And let other colors bleed through?
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2. |
These are Fighting Words
04:08
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These are Fighting Words
Can you teach me how to fight?
How to wrap my knuckles tight
For blackening eyes?
I don’t want to beat the air
Swinging at what isn’t there
Exposed from behind
I’ll throw down my gloves
To win my love
With blood on my hands
I’ll be her man
I was born a runner’s son
Turning tale with drifter’s thumb
At first sign of pain
There’s a time for making war
Staring down the bleeding sore
And cutting the vein
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the fiercest foe of all?
With violent eyes I set out for my enemy
But pulled my punches when I saw that he was me
So I might need some help
To face myself
With blood on my hands
I’m still her man
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3. |
Tired of Spinning
05:54
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Tired of Spinning
Does the earth grow tired of spinning
Round the sun in perfect lines
Knowing that if it were stronger
It’d kiss the moon with flaming skies?
Kiss the moon with flaming skies
There’s a madness to the movement
Of a man who harbors lies
He hopes in secret for collisions
While he fights the rising tides
While he fights the rising tides
There are days I tire of living
When death seems a welcome friend
Cause I’ve dealt pain out like prescriptions
And I want for that to end
I want so bad for that to end
But I’m learning that my weakness
Is a bottle strength can fill
I'll swallow pride like penicillin
A bitter, angry little pill
A bitter, angry little pill
My best efforts are but bloodrags
Folly, striving after wind
I can’t hold a thing together
Could I just orbit you instead?
Cause I’m exhausted from the doping
Strung out on my very best
Let my broken spirit slumber
Teach me how to truly rest
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4. |
Soft as Gold
05:37
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Soft as Gold
So this is what we hungered for
The grand romantic longing
Young girl with your broomstick groom
And boy with dream-spun drawings
We burrowed deep, deep down
We mined each other’s hearts, but still we came up empty
I nearly stripped you bare
I nearly killed this cave’s canary
Truth is, I knew our weaker beams
Would crumble under pressure
But I hold that what’s pure will shine
Once it’s run through the thresher
Our love is soft as gold
It takes a beating and a burning to define it
The strongest wedding band
Is melted down first to refine it
Our love
Our love is not a perfect love
But our love, my love,
Could point us to that love
In love, my love, we made a promise, love.
So our love is more than just the feeling of
Desire
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5. |
Synesthesia
03:31
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Synesthesia
You look the same way that rain smells
Like the promise of spring relief
Like rekindled belief in the heart of a man who prayed long for you
And I have felt your pheromones
Bubble bath my weary bones
On the evenings when home is to bathe in the scent of your lavender dew
Oh my, m’lady
I’ve gone crazy
Cause you muddle my senses up
Fuddle my
Muddle my senses up
Baby you do
Touching you’s like butter rum
Toffee melting on my tongue
Your confections have won my affections again and again and again
And since the day I first tasted you
Can’t wash those cellos off my lips
Your counterpoint kisses sing out you’re my misses and I am your man
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6. |
Egg Tooth
02:55
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7. |
Dear Gomer
04:14
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Dear Gomer
The bank sign flashed fifty degrees
But your skin reads thirty
And little clouds congregate ‘round your mouth
As if to agree
You’ve found a sure-fire formula
For waking up feeling dirty
But your peach-bruised knees
Are just another night’s housing fee
You asserted when you flew from our nest
You were born a free sprint
But when you pluck at your feathers
You remind me of a dove in a cage
You hang sweet perfume in your Magdalene hair
Like a dangled carrot
You get applause for your tricks
But you know that all the magic’s staged
I was your first love
And you my stunning bride
But you colored crimson what was white
I remember when the story of our wedding hit publications
We made a clipping of the column
And we framed it like a real Monet
If you still had an address
I’d mail you our old invitations
Just scratch out the date, babe
And fill it back in with today’s
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‘Neath Mad, Marigold Suns
Father, what will they say
When I’m wrinkled with age
Of the span of my days
And all that I built on my way to the grave
Cause all to do has been done
‘Neath mad, marigold suns
And all man’s vision becomes
A more and more bombastic pile of dust
Vanity, vanity
Oh my God all is vanity
If there’s solace at all in this life
It’s of thee
I keep buying the same
Sentimental refrains
The fictive, Kodachrome way
We talk on the past when we want better days
Vanity, vanity
Oh my God all is vanity
If there’s solace at all in this life
It’s of thee
Clocks will ever unwind
Through our deaths and our lives
Times of peace and of strife
Father, make it all beauty in time
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9. |
Sewing Ghosts
03:36
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10. |
Sapling Heart
04:55
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Sapling Heart
I faintly can recall the open earth
The tender womb of soil tilled for my home
And gentle hands that cradled me at birth
And planted me beneath the peat and loam
But I drank deep the darkness underneath
And lost my appetite for heaven’s tears
I grew new thorns from every limb and leaf
To tear the hands that held the pruning shears
So deftly I was cut back to the root
My vain pursuit of manhood shorn away
And green, my sapling heart could not refuse
The graces of the sunlight and the rain
The mettle of a man will surely show
In whether he will shrivel up or grow
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11. |
Sojourneyonsojourner
03:40
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Sojourneyonsojourner
Monarch morning
Whispered up like the wind
Flit like flights of sunlight as you’re unpinned
Fragile wings, so unfettered, so free
Carried by the call called first from a dream
See the undefiled horizon rises with the dawn
So journey on sojourner, journey on
So journey on sojourner, journey on
Fear not nightfall, fear no angel or man
Fail with forward bent and bear on again
Lest you let the truest tale go untold
Frontline sister, count yourself with the bold
The land you leave is no more home than any road you’ll ramble upon
So journey on sojourner, journey on
So journey on sojourner, journey on
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