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Another Life and Time
05:26
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Slowed, wearied, and numbed by faith and pain.
Grew old waiting on that last hard rain.
We're too close to the changes to see we're not the same.
I'll see you when you have your new name.
In another life in time, in another life in time.
When things will feel strange and complex and new.
Until we can process the things we've been through.
So the red dirt road can expand on the truth.
For the I who'll be me and me who'll be you.
At the time that we're ready to see it.
To think it and breath it and be it.
On our way back to I and I.
On our way back to I and I.
Old sources of pride are new sources of shame.
It's hard to shoulder your share of the blame.
Devising pathways brings on a strain.
I'll spend time with you on the next long train.
In another life in time, in another life in time.
When things will feel strange and complex and new.
Until we can process the things we've been through.
So the red dirt road could expand on the truth.
For the I who'll me and the me who'll be you.
At the time that we're ready to see it.
To think it and breath it and be it.
On our way back to I and I.
On our way back to I and I...
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2. |
Stream Move To River
03:16
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There are many wells, but just one stream.
There are many wells, but just one stream.
There are many wells, but just one stream.
And the stream move to river.
The river move to sea.
The sea so deep.
An ancient mystery.
Cloud bruise and get heavy.
But that rain don't fall.
For some dry dark curse
Come over us all.
See mask fronting on mask.
Hear scene talking down scene.
And I pray night and day for some hallowed rain
To come and wash us clean wash us all clean.
And the stream move to river.
The river move to sea.
The sea so deep.
An ancient mystery.
Can't hear God talk.
While folks run to and fro.
Can't hear Angel's singing
And don't see nobody David dancing no more.
See mask fronting on mask.
Hear scene talking down scene.
And I pray night and day for some hallowed rain
To come and wash us clean, wash us all clean.
And the stream move to river.
The river move to sea.
And the sea so deep.
An ancient mystery.
Beat on the drum.
Ring that bell.
Let the vibrating rhythm from the light of the One
Shake down these walls of hell.
See mask fronting on mask.
Hear scene talking down scene.
And I pray night and day for some hallowed rain
To come and wash us clean, wash us all clean.
And there are many wells, but just one stream.
There are many wells, but just one stream.
There are many wells, but just one stream.
There are many wells, but just one stream.
And the stream move to river...
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3. |
The Children of Men
03:59
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Taste like honey on my tongue
But it rocks my belly inside.
I pray thy kingdom come, thy will be done
While I been riding out this downslide.
I'm part of you, I'm one of them.
I descend from every people in every land.
And I share in every bloodstain we can't wash from our hands.
I'm a victim and I'm guilty of every crime and every sin.
Part of the damage collected as the children of men.
We are the damaged collective, we are the children of men.
Left say right is black-heart evil.
Right say left is blind-eye wrong.
Ain't been seeing much kindness or compassion
From whatever side you say you're on.
You're part of us, you're one of them.
And you descend from every people in every land.
And you share in every bloodstain we can't wash from our hands.
We're all victims and we're guilty of every crime and every sin.
Part of the damage collected as the children of men.
We are the damaged collective, we are the children of men.
Neo-pharisees got that religious affliction.
Claim to speak for God, truth, and purity.
Blame others for the wreckage and condemn them to hell
With every smug self righteous certainty.
They're part of us, they're one of them.
And they descend from every people in every land.
And they share in every bloodstain we can't wash from our hands.
We're all victims and we're guilty of every crime and every sin.
Part of the damage collected as the children of men.
We are the damaged collective, we are the children of men.
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4. |
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Don't slip, slip, slip...
Slip back into that shiver-boy daze.
Where what can not be is, and what is can never be.
Don't slip, slip, slip...
Slip back into that shiver-boy daze.
Matchbox-cocooned-locked up in the house of 1000 dreams.
Where rats dance on snack wrappers.
Beneath a bitten yellow moon.
Where shadow babies play they shadow baby games,
Bending broken shadow baby rules.
Don't slip, slip, slip...
Slip back into that shiver-boy daze.
I feel holy without all the details in your presence.
You're the shining guiding light with every step I walk.
Still I can't understand all the words of voices I hear inside my head.
I think they speak in the language of angels when they talk.
Don't slip, slip, slip...
Slip back into that shiver-boy daze.
Where what cannot be is and what is can never be.
Don't slip, slip, slip...
Slip back into that shiver-boy daze.
Matchbox-cocooned-locked up in the house of 1000 dreams.
Where rats dance on snack wrappers.
Beneath a bitten yellow moon.
Where shadow babies play they shadow baby games,
Bending broken shadow baby rules.
Don't slip, slip, slip...
Slip back into that shiver-boy daze.
In the body of the first stone in my hand.
Lies the spark of the beginning of all days.
And the last rain to fall at the end of it all won't be tears
Falling from the eyes of the prophets, or the mystics, or the saints.
Don't slip, slip, slip...
Slip back into that shiver-boy daze.
Where what can not be is and what is can never be.
Don't slip, slip, slip...
Slip back into that shiver-boy daze.
Matchbox-cocooned-locked up in the house of 1000 dreams.
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5. |
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Rachel looked at me
With them big sad eyes.
She said I don't want to love nobody
Cause they'll just leave or they'll die.
Then she said
Guess what goes around comes around,
And can't you hear the dirty sounds?
Of all them fairy tales they keep passin' round,
Or see them sad sorry souls
They keeps keeping down, down, down, down-
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
No, no, no!
Wishin' don't make it so, baby.
Wishin' don't make it so.
Wishin' don't make it so, baby.
Just wishin' it... don't make it so.
Sandy looked like a lost lonely spirit
As she drifted down the beach.
I kept screaming I want to love you pretty
But, you keep slipping outta reach.
The she said
Guess what goes around comes around
And can't you hear the dirty sounds?
Of them fairy tales they keep passin' round,
Or see them sad sorry souls
They keeps keeping down, down, down, down-
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
No, no, no!
Wishin' don't make it so, baby.
Wishin' don't make it so.
Wishin' don't make it so, baby.
Just wishin' it... don't make it so.
Cindy snapped her fingers three times
As she slid down off Eli's van.
She said you always been so slant-bent crazy
Still the only one I know who understands.
The she said
Guess what goes around comes around
And can't you hear the dirty sounds?
Of them fairy tales they keep passin' round,
Or see them sad sorry souls
They keeps keeping down, down, down, down-
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
I wish it weren't like this, but don't you know?
No, no, no!
Wishin' don't make it so, baby.
Wishin' don't make it so.
Wishin' don't make it so, baby.
Just wishin' it... don't make it so.
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6. |
Children of Men [Demo]
03:28
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Taste like honey on my tongue
But it rocks my belly inside.
I pray thy kingdom come, thy will be done
While I been riding out this downslide.
I'm part of you, I'm one of them.
I descend from every people in every land.
And I share in every bloodstain we can't wash from our hands.
I'm a victim and I'm guilty of every crime and every sin.
Part of the damage collected as the children of men.
We are the damaged collective, we are the children of men.
Left say right is black-heart evil.
Right say left is blind-eye wrong.
Ain't been seeing much kindness or compassion
From whatever side you say you're on.
You're part of us, you're one of them.
And you descend from every people in every land.
And you share in every bloodstain we can't wash from our hands.
We're all victims and we're guilty of every crime and every sin.
Part of the damage collected as the children of men.
We are the damaged collective, we are the children of men.
Neo-pharisees got that religious affliction.
Claim to speak for God, truth, and purity.
Blame others for the wreckage and condemn them to hell
With every smug self righteous certainty.
They're part of us, they're one of them.
And they descend from every people in every land.
And they share in every bloodstain we can't wash from our hands.
We're all victims and we're guilty of every crime and every sin.
Part of the damage collected as the children of men.
We are the damaged collective, we are the children of men.
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7. |
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Slowed, wearied, and numbed by faith and pain.
Grew old waiting on that last hard rain.
We're too close to the changes to see we're not the same.
I'll see you when you have your new name.
In another life in time, in another life in time.
When things will feel strange and complex and new.
Until we can process the things we've been through.
So the red dirt road can expand on the truth.
For the I who'll be me and me who'll be you.
At the time that we're ready to see it.
To think it and breath it and be it.
On our way back to I and I.
On our way back to I and I.
Old sources of pride are new sources of shame.
It's hard to shoulder your share of the blame.
Devising pathways brings on a strain.
I'll spend time with you on the next long train.
In another life in time, in another life in time.
When things will feel strange and complex and new.
Until we can process the things we've been through.
So the red dirt road could expand on the truth.
For the I who'll me and the me who'll be you.
At the time that we're ready to see it.
To think it and breath it and be it.
On our way back to I and I.
On our way back to I and I...
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