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All That Heaven Allows
05:20
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For the last time
Here to take his vows
Not to pull apart
All that heaven allows
Not to steer off course
Not to lose the keys
Never criticize or gossip
When things are different to me
I had no idea how much you love what follows you
Or more what’s left behind
Show the nature of our minds
Let me walk one step to the left, in the back,
It’s the truth I lack
You are all….
For the last time
Here to take his vows
Not to leave this earth
Until the last one gets out
Not the ones above us
Or in the hells below
Not without the animals
Or without the hungry ghosts
I had no idea how much you love what follows you
Or more what’s left behind
Show the nature of our minds
Let me walk one step to the left, in the back,
It’s the truth I lack
You are all….
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2. |
Diamonds Into Dust
04:19
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All their hope was gone
Until they found your grace
In the skies over Omaha
The light shown on their face
And always waited for some sign or
A display of might
Always knew that someday, somewhere
You would make the day from the night
Till I find your grace…
And it worked like a charm before
I stand and knock outside your door
Oh no, you never did nothing wrong
Pure, clean like the day is long
She trampled hallowed ground
And turned away from grace
No matter lost nor found
Or even win, show, nor place
What always looks like diamonds
Ends up being dust
What always seems like maybe
Ends up being just what I must
Till I find your grace…
And it worked like a charm before
I stand and knock outside your door
Oh no, you never did nothing wrong
Pure, clean like the day is long
(The ropes that bind are only ropes of sand)
I would like to know you better
After I get through with you
You’ll be torn to tiny pieces
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3. |
Cool Your Jets
04:12
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Cool your jets
Hedge your bets
The night is young my child
Said the man on the left to the woman wearing white
Well I’ve been impressed
By your dress and
By your virtue
And by the way you held yourself composed all night
Under duress,
I suggest
An ulterior motive
Surely you can’t be surprised, cause it was written past long
But although I know
How your garden grows
And what you tend to there
By the nightfall you’ll be bringing out your dead
And while they praise you and you wear your blue
Your doubt is true, shakes you at your core
And the sick lay across your floor
But I guess you’re always gonna know better
So cool your jets
I suggest
You better abandon
Any last remains of hope which linger in your heart
Maybe it’s good that it seems so impossible
Cause if it was easy would they line up out your door?
Would they be channeling the Metatrons or Michaels?
Would he ever put a Prema Agni in your hand?
Let me bust the walls keeping the light from view
Wipe away the old to make way for the new
Build a statue golden all for you
And cool your jets, cool your jets, cool your jets….
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4. |
It's Not Real
05:28
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When the final flames
They have burned themselves out
And the little smoke spirals away
I don’t want to be alone
And with no choice at all
Give me light
Show me the way
Better off if you sit awhile
Take a walk round and round
Place your hands one by one on the floor
Your head on the ground
It’s not real
But it hurts all the same
And on the second day
When all the voices seem so loud
I’ve got to run away both from the quiet and from the crowd
I don’t want to be alone
And with no choice at all
Give me light
Show me the way
Better off if you sit awhile
Take a walk round and round
Place your hands one by one on the floor
Your head on the ground
It’s not real
But it hurts all the same
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5. |
In Pink
04:23
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She don’t ever have to bother with that
We’ll deal, we’ll sweep it ‘neath the stairs
She don’t ever need to worry about him
He’ll kneel, the pictures’ll do him in
Only ties him up, walks the dog
In rags
Only wires him, props him up
He stands
Everytime she thought she had him worked out
He rose, wrapped up in rubber hose
Everytime she must have bought some black tape
He froze, in his tracks he froze
Electric fingers with a hood on your head
In pink
In pink
Get ‘em walking, get ‘em all in line
Now climb
Don’t forget to smile
I’m so tired
Of this whole fucking deal
All your sins reek to high heaven
Never soon enough for me
Not soon enough, never for me
Don’t be alarmed you see it’s all in fun
All’s fair, all is fair
What would you really rather them do?
Come here? Not here! Not here!
Read you, write you, erase you
Then she sends you home...where’s home?
Now you’ve seen it, now it’s what you’ll do
Then your friends, your mother, the children too
Do it right here up and down your street, my sweet, you’re so so sweet
So convenient you live so close, you’re gonna overdose
So convenient you live so close, you’re gonna overdose
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6. |
White Horse
04:18
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7. |
Last Exit
04:17
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Used to rely on the seasons and the sky to protect him
Without a care in the world or a dollar in his pocket towards redemption
You would always say: you’d be leaving here soon enough anway
How was I to know how true your words would be?
Johnny don’t you know, how far and fast it seems we roam
Especially a shame, to brush it all away
Back to the breath
Breathe in the black
Let out the blue
He liked to ride a roller coaster
And I burn all your letters in the sand…
Who are we to say: you’d be better off being with us today?
I don’t have the right to go and make that call, no...but-
Johnny don’t you know, it’s not the grasping it’s all in the letting go
Well what did you expect, when you called her that she’d tell that she loved you?
Back to the breath
Breathe in the black
Let out the blue
He liked to ride a roller coaster
And I burn all your letters in the sand…
Used to rely on the seasons and the sky to protect him
Without a care in the world or a dollar in his pocket towards redemption
Thank God you never saw how she stood on the corner all alone
Waiting half the night for some stranger to take her home
Back to the breath
Breathe in the black
Let out the blue
He liked to ride a roller coaster
And I burn all your letters in the sand…
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8. |
Best Intentions
06:43
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Gone.
Are rocket ships and paper hats
Your little yellow table
And your star barettes
Staring out your window
In your baggy pants
Held together by some chains
Song and dance
And your solution
Is it one right between the eyes?
Take down, destroy, cut that one right down to size
Or while you’re sleeping
Well a quick one right between the knees
You can beg or borrow
Lie or hustle
I just don’t believe you anymore
Way out here
Where the bombs still play
O right before their lives are written across their backs
They say: “Blessed are the blind, cause they never have to see
Just how cruel and heartless it’s possible to be.”
And now you’re found
On a lonely street that’s way uptown
Maybe more than you bargained for
Less than your storybook told
I caught the hole in the wall
And when they banged on your door in the middle of the night
Did you hide under covers?
Did you wait for morning to make things right?
Or is your solution
One right between the eyes?
Take down, destroy, cut that one right down to size?
Or while you’re sleeping
Just a quick one right between the knees?
You can beg or borrow
Lie or hustle
I just don’t believe you anymore
Way out here
Where the bombs still play
O right before their lives are written across their backs
They say: “Blessed are the dumb, cause they never have to hear:
Good morning to you sir, have a lovely day”
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9. |
Here Comes Disaster
04:07
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How many fools will it take to undermine
The nasty webs that you’ve spun
Your bindings made of lies
Till they are gasping and red
Not the least bit satisfied or sated?
Cause the diamonds are few in the rough they call their lives
And the misguided view
Is the one that’s idolized
Till they are choking and dead
From the medicine we’ve all been taking
Here comes disaster
I won't even waste my time
You call it honest
I say you’ve lost your mind
They said in 2012
The world was gonna end
But an end just begins, remains and ends again
Some say it’s faster
When you see it in the sky
Here comes disaster
I won't even waste my time
You call it honest
I say you’ve lost your mind
Will the day ever come
When you look at what you’ve done
At all the wreckage that you’ve wrought
And the souls you sold and bought
Are we the last ones who are gonna suffer your crimes?
And after you’re dead
And you travel all alone
I hope the ones in the sky
Will help you find a home
But till then you’ve got to reckon
With the fury of your untamed mind
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10. |
Roll It Off Your Skin
03:25
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Well you’re so filled
Man, it should overflow
Touched a bit by fortune
Man, you better must obey
Approaching now it comes your hour
And you frown
Bought for some cheap occasion on 8th Street
When it dawned on you, you should leave
Born under all the right signs
But you missed the initiation
Frightened you might get what you want
Frightened more you’d buy it still
Delaying all responsibilities
Now you sleep alone
You dance alone
Sha la la la la la
And now it’s been a month or three
Don’t know my new number yet
Best to get some from some friend
Better still if you regret
Slowly you may find
That I’ve changed
Knowing what you know
Knowing what I know
As you try to address it
You try to destroy it
You touch and you toy with it
Over, under, never to begin again.
And now that you’re the king of Troy
With your castle and your legions and ministers
Only waiting for the day
When you make your man out of clay
If you see me walking your way
Do you turn around and run, run, away
Find a clever turn of phrase
Do you roll it off your skin?
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