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HOLD ME IN YOUR HAPPINESS
Step into the sky
The peace is true
Corporate culture
Kills the youth in you
Watch the station that
Reports my feelings
Used to think but now
I’m just not willing
Hold me in your happiness
Let me take you there
Baby, I'll be there
Lookin’ through my
Phone to have a brain
Lookin through my
Phone to ease the pain
Institutions told me what
I should say
Computerized messiah
Saved our race
Hold me in your happiness
Let me take you there
Baby, I'll be there
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Face of Light
03:12
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Lord, give me something I can put my faith in
Give me a sign
Give me a reason
Lord, give me someone I can love
Give me a way
To fight on through my pain.
Somewhere,
Out in the dark
I'll meet your face of light
Somewhere we'll be alright
To find ourselves alone
To be free
Again.
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Counted on you for all the answers
Now I'm looking back and oh
How quickly time has passed.
Now I'm gona' have to learn how to make it
Just like you did for me
Working all your life
Waiting for time.
Hope you never learn about me what I know
Hope your face can hide what you don't want it to show
There's a life in here
Besides, this world of fools is only rock and roll.
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Oh, Endless Time
04:43
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Oh, Endless Time
I’ve been wandering through this world gone wrong
Searching for my mind so I just had to ramble on
Rolling down the highway on this lonely ride
Until I heard your voice I never stopped to wonder why.
Endless time
To sail beyond the stars
Take me home
Where my heart will ache no more
I know that you’ve never been so far
But I’m so lost
Found her in the book of memories
And though we wrote it all, I feel as if it wasn’t me
Spinning her around beneath the eden moon
Through the strange oblivion of ghostly youth
Endless time
To sail beyond the stars
Take me home
Where my heart will ache no more
I know that you’ve never been so far
But I’m so lost
Oh, how the days of men are few upon this earthly ship
Fleeting like desire, never to be quenched
Spoken into wind
Written into sands before the sea
Babe, we’re bleeding every breath
But I got you
And you got me.
Swept by fate like pioneers of old
Doing what we could to live the stories we were told
By the executioner in charge of life
She took me in her heart and took the cross of brides
Endless time
To sail beyond the stars
Take me home
Where my heart will ache no more
I know that you’ve never been so far
But I’m so lost
Oh, how I often wonder who she saw in me back then
Still it must be somewhere, hidden deep within
A man I’ve never met
But now I’m like a puppet on a string
Its changing much too fast
To wait for me.
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Still time goes by
Yet I think of you
Pulling from my heart
Like ocean tides
Into the dark.
It ain't no use to fall apart
It ain't no use to even talk.
Everything's been wrote
And everything's been said
Good and evil are now
The only stories we have left
To gypsy winds of wilderness
To the gypsy winds of wilderness.
As dreams depart
Into the rising sun
And winter's rust
Outweighs the soul
I never saw you growing old
Never saw you growing old.
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blue
04:12
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7. |
Dead Horse Rider
02:34
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How many times can the people turn against me?
How many times can they say they love themselves?
How many lives can you live
Until you grow empty again?
How many ways can we give what we don't own?
But you are looking fine
Fattened like a calf before its time
Broken like the sea against the path
Of the divine.
How many days will I have to be an actor
moving my face like a clown to make you smile?
You tell me every king
Is but a slave to history;
I say the lowly joker has only to kiss
one ring.
I study all the lines
Memorize expressions and white lies
Craft a personality they'll buy
But I'm getting by.
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8. |
Noname Man's Blues
04:14
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Let me tell you a story
About a man without a name
His father gave him one
But he lost it what a shame
Working down in the mill
By the river Ohio
Unloading coke from the barges
To keep the furnaces alive.
He said they’ll hang you at the gallows
Just to watch you swing
They’ll sit you in the chair just to waste electricity
They’ll ring you like a rag till gold is bleeding through your pours
And when you’re all used up
They’ll kindly hold the door.
At church on Sunday morning
With his family
Praying for forgiveness and humility
Begging to the Lord for fear of going astray
Like a dog who’s master beats him every fuckin day
Watching as his wife was a counting on her beads
She cried as much as Mary did watchin' our Lord a bleedin.
Lay awake at night
Mice were scatchin’ in the walls
Driving him insane so he went walking down the hall
Thought about the rent and how the grass was getting tall
Thought about the bills and how the car was getting old
The roof was full of leaks and the basement full of mold
Thought about a kitchen knife or the pistol in the drawer
Thought about his daughter sleeping upstairs with her dolls
Smoked a couple cigarettes and waited for the sun.
The morning was a prison
On an island in a storm
His eyes were full of dreams
But his brain could think no more
Back down to the mill to shovel coke off another barge
Back to hold your tongue and to do everything your told
Back to hear when you fucked up but never nothing good
Back to hear the football experts analyze the game
Back to hear about the news and if its gonna rain
Back to hear a different joke and realize it’s the same.
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9. |
Field of Blood
03:24
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A hurricane was screaming
Through the city of his head
As he took their coins of silver
And became the guide of death.
“We’ll destroy the world temple,"
Said the pharisees to God,
“With their television compass
We'll build a kingdom in their blood."
The prosecutor questioned:
“Do you understand?”
But in searching for my freedom
I said "I know not the man."
And then I wept In silence
Knowing of the war
For I am but the emperor
Of an ashen world.
Jesus,
Please remember me
Though I’ve done you wrong
Drove the nails into your feet
Placed your crown of thorns
My Lord.
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