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Like A Movie
04:17
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tell them what you do
they'll tell you who you are
we will travel far
we will travel far
tell me what you like
and i will bring it to you
this is what you do to me
this is what you do
every night the cricket chorus
comes alive, they sing for us
they feel us walking
they feel us walking
oh, these days
i stay awake
watch you like a movie
all the shadows moving
away
i drive on the back roads
and i think of you
this is what i do
this is what i do
you could call in sick
and you could come along
come along
if you wanted to
if you wanted to
oh, these days
i stay awake
watch you like a movie
all the shadows moving
away
i can hear the light humming
can you feel my mind running
it's a marathon
it's a marathon
i feel you in my stomach
while you're crawling
through my mind
you drop thoughts down
and they roll around my insides
oh these days
i stay awake
watch you like a movie
all the shadows moving
away
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Old Photographs
03:23
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Old photographs, before I even knew my own name. I carry it, I carry it around. All these boxes, but none of them will hold me. Oh lord, at least I have her hands. Finds me in the night, fear underneath my collar. What I know is right and what I know the world is. Haunted by design and the myth of the real thing. But I don’t even mind, at all, when she’s around. Late night, just me and the moonshine painting. Half life, I carry it around. All these boxes but none of them will hold me. Oh Lord at least I have her hands. All these boxes but none of them will hold me. Oh Lord at least I have her hands. All these walls but they can’t keep out the devil. Oh lord, at least I have her hands.
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This is a barn and I know it’s haunted. The corn rattles and the shadows move. It’s just the way, it’s just the way I’m feeling. I want to lie down in a field of rain. This is a river and I pray for the bottom, some kind of measure of the way things change. I’ve been stuck in the middle of a slow storm, counting the days, love… I know we’re in the dark, and the cold comes, through the very cracks that let the light through. Bring me something back from that sunny coast, and keep us, moving, on…. These are the shadowlands, I’ve known them. And I think it’s going to be the long way down, but I’ll be the tiny flame, that you carry around, around, around… I know we’re in the dark
and the cold comes, through the very cracks that let the light through. Bring me something back from that sunny coast, and keep us, moving, on… This is a blessing and I don’t dare doubt it. We built a boat out of willow trees. We caught the moonlight, like a mirror, shine right through to the best of me… We’ve been living in abandoned houses. Sometimes we’re tending to abandoned fields. It’s just the way it’s just the way I’m feeling. I want to wake up with the sun in my head.
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You thought it’d be, you thought it’d be, a rose-ride did you? With a carousel and a ticker-tape parade. You can try your luck, but everything’s a long shot honey. You better love what you’ve got before someone cuts the wire… Well I wandered off ‘til there were no more telephone lines. Just a tourniquet, and a whole lot of time to myself. Well I gave it up, I gave it up, nothing but me for miles and miles. And it was never enough, never enough to drag me back… Just let it rest. Looking for a rope to keep me still, holding to the best of this and you, holding to the best of all this time… I’m hoping there’s a diamond knife, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere. Because it’s never enough, never enough to cut me down. But what if the damage is done, if the damage is done, where do we go from here? What if the damage is done, and no one’s ever gonna drag you back… Just let it rest. Looking for a road to keep me still, holding to the best of this and you, holding to the best of all this time… It’ll come around, yeah but you’re going to have to wait for this. Oh yeah you’re going to have to wait for this heart like a broken clock, clock, clock, heart like a broken clock…. It’ll come around, yeah but you’re going to have to wait for this. Oh yeah you’re going to have to wait for this heart like a broken clock clock clock. Heart like a broken clock….
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Dry the flowers, file the sheet-music, save me for the fire. I spent the day forgetting the dream that woke me up. The garden is empty and I still remember why I’m so reluctant to start it again. Eternal November shines through the marrow of me… I never was a very good fighter they started me young. You always were the very best lover that I couldn’t love. The years they will make you a pretty good runner, yeah I’ve been running around all of this time. Shot in the dark, down in the shadows, waiting for when, yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear… You were running around so you’d never remember this, fear lights a fire under you. And all you leave behind are the smoke and the ashes, a trail of grey and blue…. Blame me dear for any disaster, oh how the kerosene ran dry, and we made our bed in that familiar graveyard between the sternum and the spine. Oh darling, I think that all of the answers went south on the backs of those grey winged birds, or slipped through our fingers while we were sleeping, waiting for when, yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear… Along the way the light is the medicine. Along the way we search for the sun, to call us down the dark corridor back into the world….
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Shepherd
02:34
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Salt and a broken wing. Migratory songs. Lord, I wish I could get out of my head and back into the room. We took that waltz in the rain. For some stormy, leaky love. Oh, my penance, take me back, I’m the wreckage of a man who never got away. We just spent all we had. Now we’re overdrawn. But you were the knot in the ribbon that tied me to the heavens, you were my favorite shepherd of days. You were the gold in the river that the hardest day delivered, you were my favorite shepherd of days. You were the wheels set in motion to throw my shutters open, you are the blue light before the day.
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