1. |
Step Outside
01:54
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it seems
there's not a lot to glean
the reams of information
you can skip in five
what happens next is gonna blow your mind
let me get that for you
this scene,
an end of season dream
the camera finds the curtain as the countdown fall,
nobody told me there'd be days at all
you thought had the answer
practiced in the mirror
every little victory a keepsake
now you step outside
are we alright?
you thought you had an answer 'cause you practiced in the mirror making every little victory a peace sign
Now you step outside
when you step outside
are we alright?
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2. |
Goodbye Brood
02:14
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Bye-bye curlew
Goodbye song
It's a sad occurrence you'll soon be gone.
Bye-bye curlew
Nights and days
Since we'll soon be going our separate ways
You might curlew tonight
but you won't curlew forever
The land where you sang don't look the same
Bye-bye curlew
The silence lasts 'til your Scandinavian cousins pass
Bye-bye curlew
Goodbye brood
With your numbers down, are ya gone for good?
& you might curlew tonight
but you won't curlew forever
The view that you knew don't look the same
curlew
curlew forever
The land where you sang don't look the same
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3. |
One More Mile
03:41
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It's after six, the shops've shut
They're cashing in the money-go-'round
with serial numbers all stabbed in a book
We walked by the windows and stole a look
It's getting dark mighty quick
The colds gone, it's funny how the colours just
stick to the strangers that smile as they pass
We thought to talk but we walked too fast
Don't come to your senses for a while
We could wander one more mile
If you're waiting for calm after dawn, you'll be waiting a while
The curve in the eye that you're looking from
leaves a reflection in mine,
keep it for one more mile
It's after ten, the clocks're spent
You missed a trick checkin' where the seconds went
Until you looked, they sat stuck still
Wherever you wish to walk, I will
Just don't come to your senses for a while
We could wander one more mile
If you're waiting for calm after dawn, you'll be waiting a while
The curve in the eye that you're looking from leaves a reflection of mine,
keep it
for one more mile
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4. |
Call Summer
02:18
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When you say you're good to go, be good to go too
Every lake you're emptying
Every rock you're pushing
Every shadow dancing on your cave walls
Call Summer, tell her Winter isn't here
It's deceiving
Disbelieving
Watching seasons disappear
'Til the stars on your shoulders match the cards you show the table
Bear the lesson
An eagle peckin' at your chest
You're forgetting they're just cave walls
Call Winter ask her why her skies so clear
It's deceiving to be disbelieving
Watching seasons disappear
If you want, we can spell it out as B, A, D
Single digit countdown counting 5, 4, 3...
To wonder what the punishment might be.
Cassandra, I believe ya, won't you tell me all you see?
Sieves we're filling,
webs we're weaving
All we've been retrieving from the caves walls.
Call Summer ask her why her sky is still here
It's deceiving to be this disbelieving
Watching seasons disappear
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5. |
Undine
03:03
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6. |
Two Signs
02:28
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You always said you'd see me when the world was burning
So it isn't strange to see you here before my eyes
Any time we tried we'd both be working overtime
That's not working now
It's more than a while since we last made a circle
focussed attention, eyes dead ahead
we're carrying fuel out for each other
the day the cold burned blue and red
There's a door we walk before each and every day
with two signs saying Sold and Stay Away
Countless branchless nests lay bare this need to rest our head
while the signs get read
It's more than a while since we last made a circle
and focussed attention with our eyes dead ahead
we're carrying love out for each other
the day the cold burned blue and red
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7. |
Hope As Silver
02:44
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Can i ask you while I have you if you think it's true
that silence heralds a Golden calm and promises anew?
All my days I heard it said the colour of quiet was Gold
Do ya reckon so?
Steal away to sky and soil where most you feel secure
Listen as surroundings tell of history here endured
Silence drapes her silken fleece of every shade and hue
that we ever knew
Hope as Silver
Passion white
keep going
Magenta rage spurs a Blue cry to keep going
The Green duration of a late walk home, keep going,
Pink the love that leaves us less alone
An ancient kohl under a closing eye
A salmon stretch across a Peach sky
The dour and drab of an endless grey day
The amber fear of the far away
Can i ask you while I have you if you think it's true
it's all the other colours too.
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8. |
The Acts
03:25
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Between The Acts
Hello Mother
Nice Idea
I was looking for something to show me the way
and you put them in front of me
Reach out and pick up the eldest you met
Whose voices still sing in your head and your heart
Pluck up the courage to get where you'll get
Looking for signals to signal the start
Cut out the worries that get in the way
There's a time and place for holding back
The last I looked, it wasn't today
In the scenes that unfold between the acts
Hello Mother
Nice Idea
I was looking for something to show me the way
and you put it in front of me
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9. |
Toy Soldiers
01:59
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I met a dead girl who said Give 'til you're poor,
Gather toy soldiers that scatter the shore
Kneeling believers, greet each with grace
Go wipe a tear from your master's face
A coin from a pocket fell as we sat
Down through the years,
you'll discover that we're each little children who wear bigger shoes
Every coin is there to lose
I asked Do you mind if I quiz how you died?
In answer, she asked me to cast aside every illusion and, bowing in prayer,
said, Go clean the dirt from your master's hair.
Pressing once more about how she had passed
She held her expression then said, at last,
Silence can break you, the risk it can bring
Who'd wanna be master of such a thing?
A timely reminder
I loosened my grip
The walnut-oil stain of my fingertips
traced her footsteps from here to the shore
'til I couldn't hear her anymore.
I'm gonna keep this voice right here.
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10. |
The Lights
02:51
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Never could have reckoned it could come to this
Why'd we need to?
Playing the window; to hide.
The lights, you could never see so many
In from the cold they come
Be they sparks, be they suns, they all need the darkness to spring from
Colouring the walk with your crayon eyes
Every picture a rediscovered guide.
The lights?
You could never see so many
In from the cold they come
Be they fire diagnosed
or when your eyes are closed,
aloud or as quiet as they come
Be they faint
Be they bright
An unexpected sight to build from
I could go on and on
Be they sparks, be they suns, they all need the darkness to spring from
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11. |
Step Back
03:21
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If you woke again to yesterday
Would you play it out a different way
Can I ask you would you sit up? Shake your head?
By noon, the day is playing out
Soon you start to figure out
You catch your habits in the mirror break again
Would you let it all go if you knew you'd have to do it again
Cause I could see us recurring
If you just step back for a second
Play pretend
Start again
With your little case of deja vu
would you alter what you're gonna do?
Make a choice that lasts forever.
Do.
Don't let it all go if you know you have to do it again
Cause I could see us recurring,
if you just step back for a second
Play pretend
start again
Make a choice that lasts forever new.
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