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Three Hands High
04:47
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I recall the days when you could see the storm coming through the trees
The cracks of sky between the branches
Now we sit and wait, shifting all our weight from side to side
Our fingers reach and grasp for God's right hand
Three hands high, that's where we should go again
The direction is clear, which is more than we can say tonight
Three hands high, it's been so long
Tear apart the firmament and stare at each other in silence.
Colors were clearer then, and the dreams we dreamed had visions all themselves
But now the madness keeps ringing in our ears
We stumble through this life with accidents where we slip and cut ourselves
But everyone agrees, it's good to feel alive
I don't know where we'll end up if we follow the northern star
There's a cold wind singing, a cold wind singing
I don't know what the sign says above the southern cross
There's a cold wind singing, a cold wind singing
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The Devil's Page
04:38
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We used to walk hand-in-hand
Up north of the city gates
We were young, we were brave
We didn't know about lovers and fate
The velvet sky hung like curtains
The stars tracing each field cast in flame
And I saw a book in my mind
And I saw your name
I saw your name written
On the devil's page
The ash fell around us
I was burned, you had eyes of flame
Yes I saw your name written on the devil's page.
Well how I wept and I moaned
The sky howled and it raged
How much can be taken and burned?
How much will remain?
Down here in her bedlam
On her breaking wheel
The wind it asks questions
And the wind it has teeth
And there, your name written
On the devil's page
The black of the ink
The blood and the flame
Well I'd pay with a rose
I'd study each angle, each frame
And I'd kiss you, I'd kiss you with a Judas-sweet kiss,
O my shame.
And I'll see you tonight
From my gilded cage
I'll see your name written
On the devil's page
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Scrying Mirror
05:03
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When you start to wonder where you are
That's a good sign that you've arrived
Speaking in tongues and performing wonders
And walking straight into the rising tide
Fools will teach it, sinners will preach it
Or is it all in your mind?
Frightened of what you could see in the mirror
Into your dreams you slowly dive.
But oh, my love, we're not dead yet.
Oh, my love, you're safe in here.
Get up from your bed, make sure you're only dreaming
And walk into the garden with me.
The devil went walking in my old town,
Said, "children, you'll soon know my name,"
And I can't tell a lie, for I find I'm inspired
By the way that dress hangs off your frame
If you know it, there's no way to show it
But we know it's "bon temps roulet," baby
The moon keeps on climbing the spiderwebs
That cling to the cosmic duvet
I'm a sinner who does not expect forgiveness
I tripped into the ruins of Babylon
And the way it be narrow, but deep in my marrow
My bones feel the strain of the antichrist call
You can dance on a sunbeam, sing on a Sunday
You can unpack a new set of bones
It's hard to conceive what we do to believe
(Rings of marrow and piles of stones)
But oh, my love, we're not dead yet.
Oh, my love.
Get out of your head, make sure you're only dreaming,
And walk into the garden. . . .
While you sleep, there's an angel outside your window
I know no shadows but ones that you've left behind
You can follow whatever direction the wind blows
But I hope I'll walk beside you for the rest of time.
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Be Here Now
04:47
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Letters unwritten are the first ones you compose
You send them in your head before you sleep
And like a plain, golden ring
It's a small, unbroken thing
Glowing just like the promises you always keep.
But oh, that you could be here now.
Oh, that you could be here now.
Now can you see the morning
With its pale and broken skies
Laughing as the stars fall through your eyes
And within you, what can you find
As you cross those busy streets
Traveling without moving in this world you've created on your own
And oh, that you would be here now.
Oh, that you could be here now.
Gazing down at this illusion
We're reaching for something that's lost
Hiding in a book, just between the page
And if we're starving together, just backstage from what we've found
The closer we get, the deeper the words can resound.
And oh, that you would be here now.
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Dressing Well in 1987
04:40
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I hate it when I miss all the action
I hate it when I'm out of time
'Cause time is money and money is thicker than blood
And remember that vampires are not real.
Walking away from the light
To the shadows of the sun's black night
Way down under my skin and bones
Digging through to find out what's inside
I love it when the fashion comes back around
'Cause an iron grip never left
Pull back the curtains and remember how it used to be
And remember that demons are make-believe.
Walking away from the light
To the shadows of the sun's black night
Way down under my skin and bones
Digging through to find out what they're hiding
Everything comes back around, our friends never left
When nothing is new, our only choice is to come crawling back.
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Wichita / The Blizzard
05:37
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Angels sing their songs outside of time
And for a moment within a moment, all is still.
Ice and snow on the wind, cloudy like your eyes.
A little house with a little shed in the back
Your footsteps lost and silent
And I was almost a ringing chime
Things left buried in the yard.
She said, she said
She said this way of life is killing me
It's killing me, it's killing me, I think I'm already dead.
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Have you ever learned to dance without moving your feet?
Like the light playing on the water
Have you ever felt the orbit 'round a distant sky?
Like a feather caught on the wind
Well this machine will break down, they're not built to last
These machines will break down in a lightning flash
They want you to think that it's over before it's begun
But we'll see three suns rising when the morning comes.
They'll paint a crooked picture to fracture your dreams
Like a shadow out of time
A black prison of steel and wires, the last gasp of the bourgeois anthropocene
Like the lambs' march to the slaughter
Well this machine will break down, they're not built to last
These machines will break down in a lightning flash
They want you to think that it's over before it's begun
In this darkness before the dawn
Well these are the days, my friends
You can see the storm coming through the trees
Blackened sky between the branches
So now I sit and wait, wait for you to come back to me
My fingers reaching for your hand.
Well this machine will break down, this war machine,
These machines will break down.
This machine will break down
They're not built to last
This machine will break down, in a lightning flash
This machine will break down, they're not built to last.
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8. |
The Sword of Grief
03:39
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Take your lance and spear me through the heart
For I am the dread fell beast
But I could be reborn as the maiden on the rock
May the edge of your blade be the hands of the clock
Yeah you'll play the lion, and I'll play the lamb.
And when they sing of us in legends of old,
How will they know us, can we change, can we bend,
Can we still ascend?
Take your sword and cut my heart wide open
For I am the screaming sacrificial child
But I could be reborn as the priest with the blade
May the sword be not a sword, but the needle of the compass.
Yeah I'll play the lion, and you'll play the lamb.
It's silver and gold up against our love
And we'll see what the fire claims for its own.
And when they speak of us in stories of old,
How will they know us, can we change, can we bend,
Can we still ascend?
If only you could see me now, your favorite prodigal son
If only you could see me now, your little undying one.
If only you could see me now, your favorite prodigal son
If only you could see me now, my little undying one.
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Oh, My Corazon
02:29
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Sometimes you fall to earth and meet an angel
And I can still remember when I made her smile.
It's hard to paint a picture of you,
All my colors pale at what's shining though.
There's a silence and peace and the end of time
But 'til then, 'til then, I'll ring every bell for you.
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