1. |
Cut Grass
03:54
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Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
Cut Grass, long the death
Cut Grass, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn
Cut Grass, long the death
Cut Grass, long the death
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
High-builded clouds
Moving at summer's pace
Cut Grass, long the death
Cut Grass, long the death
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2. |
Now Or Always
04:36
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Is it for now or always,
The world hangs on a stalk?
Is it a trick or a trysting-place,
The woods we have found to walk?
Is it a mirage or miracle,
Your lips that lift at mine:
And the suns like a juggler's juggling-balls,
Are they a sham or a sign?
Is it for now
or always
Is it for now
or always
Full moon fills the sky
shining down
The clouds roll back
and fade away
The sun’s rising
It breaks my heart
to see the stars fade away
The wind blows between our worlds,
whispers spinn in golden dust
I take you now and for always,
For always is always now.
Is it for now
or always
Is it for now
or always
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3. |
Next Please
03:34
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Hungry for the future
We hold to false beliefs
Somethings always coming
every day till then we think
Watching from far away
The ships of promises
come closer
How much time they waste
How slow they are
No closure
We think each ship will unload
All good we are owed
For waiting so long
We think each ship will unload
All good we are owed
But we are so wrong
Arching our way,
No sooner present than they turn to past
They never anchor
and turn right to the last
Only one ship is seeking us,
a black-Sailed
Bird-less silence in her back
In her wake
No waters breed or break
Only silence in her back
We think each ship will unload
All good we are owed
For waiting so long
We think each ship will unload
All good we are owed
But we are so wrong
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4. |
Now
03:21
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It’s time to understand
That the love you refuse to give
is the pain you’re feeling
life after life
Living a life on repeat
A habit formed to meet your needs
And you’re always losing,
or going without
It’s time
For always is now
For always is now
For always is now
Your loss of interest and hair
You wish the game was poker
You would discard the cards
But it's chess
And when death begins,
You hardly gonna be at peace
Since it was all about only one
The one, who’s dying
It’s time
For always is now
For always is now
For always is now
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5. |
Falling
03:37
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More than this the wish to be alone
however the beat goes on
the night’s still dark
The pressure to follow
the route of sex
More than this the wish to be alone
No peace
But other things
I’m falling
back like you
I’m falling
Just like you
I’m falling
Back like you
I’m falling
Just like you
Sweating out the void
That lies
behind the things
we do
Straight back into the void
by stuffing ourselves
with forks
and straws
No peace
But other things
I’m falling
back like you
I’m falling
Just like you
I’m falling
Back like you
I’m falling
Just like you
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6. |
Wild Heart
03:34
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Standing at a fork
Where should you go
Life is motion
a never ending flow
Where does it take you to?
One road ends in tears
When the other one could
relieve your fears
If hands could free you
Where would you go wild heart
If hands could free you
Where would you go wild heart
The world keeps turning
No matter which way you choose
There’ll be kisses
and all the things you’ll lose
Worlds have been built
on tears
But one road
will relieve your fears
If hands could free you
Where would you go wild heart
If hands could free you
Where would you go wild heart
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7. |
Fantasy
03:52
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Everyday you hope there would be
a good story to tell
But it’s just brushing teeth and
losing hair
And all the little thing you have to
worry, worry about
Golden dreams of tomorrow
If only you could let go
It feels like a fantasy
Who knows what’s reality
It feels like a fantasy
Who knows what’s reality
Now you realise
you know nothing
You don’t know should you be
crying or laughing
How strange
To have to qualify
When we don’t even know
why we die
Golden dreams of tomorrow
If only you could let go
It feels like a fantasy
Who knows what’s reality
It feels like a fantasy
Who knows what’s reality
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8. |
We Never Die
04:07
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9. |
Wolves Of The Past
04:23
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Hollow smoke floating around his face
Shiny, sad eyes, diamonds misplaced
The desert is the ocean, no end, no horizon
A carrot so close as a rabbit gets to a diamond
The moon’s only bright when it doesn’t avoid the night
Unmoved by the wind, turning clouds into light
Memory’s to heart, what the soil’s to the tree
When all is lost, there’s still a memory
Howling at the moon
with the wolvess of the past
Howling at the moon
with the wolves of the past
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10. |
Solitude
03:20
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Solitude clarifies
under the moon, here emerges,
what I am
So many things I had forgotten
return with stranger pain
Again, here I stand
In the palm of the night
Slowly unfolds, like a plant,
what I am, under the moon
Walking through the center
of a soundless field
Raising my glass to the Moon
Exhaling the void that lies
behind the things we do
In the palm of the night
slowly unfolds, like a plant,
what I am, under the moon
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11. |
Goodbye
03:50
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Run, keep running
Have you been there before?
If life is a game?
What are you going to sow?
There’s so much I wanna do
and so little little time
All the places I’m going
Where even crows couldn’t land
There’ll be time for you to start
all over again and again
And for every hello there’ll be goodbye
goodbye my friend
We don’t know about tomorrow
But we think about it anyway
I’m wondering if I was ever with you
or just chased some better day
I close my eyes again
to see places never seen
But I’ve been there many times
walking on the edges of a dream
There’ll be time for you to start
all over again and again
And for every hello there’ll be goodbye
goodbye my friend
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12. |
Words
03:28
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Your lips are moving, but your voice sounds far away
Your blue eyes teary and I still can’t hear what you say
I used to love the sound of your voice, but the words were never clear
Now I’m looking right through you and see you aren’t real
Words are cheap they mean nothing to me
Love’s just four letters, but I know how it feels
Words are cheap they mean nothing to me
Love’s just four letters, but I know how it feels
You look the same, but I’ve learned your game
I see through your cracks, you’re not the same
Your words are just words, a hollow loop of noise
And I’m glad, I’m glad to watch you fade away
Words are cheap they mean nothing to me
Love’s just four letters, but I know how it feels
Words are cheap they mean nothing to me
Love’s just four letters, but I know how it feels
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