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Miss Sunshine Mountain
05:14
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Clear and bright,
the sun in her eyes makes her squint. I
try to understand all that she went through.
Her splendor and pain on display.
Rugged. Moving out west
makes you rugged.
To carve out a life leaves you rutted,
homes dug out of rock and of clay.
Weather-beaten beauty, tested and timeless,
dares all the world to dream and endure.
Rising fair and graceful,
plain and yet impressive,
Steals my breath away.
As her jewel
hangs above her scar.
Fires and floods, she's passed through
rebuilt from the ashes and mud.
Stubborn and proud with no royal blood,
the impetuous queen takes the stage
and I love her…
don't know how to help or restrain her.
We fight and make up, crazy, unsure.
Wild, unbroken…. draws me in.
Desert heat and mountain cold
in the same soul,
Her lovers disappoint her time and time again.
Quaking aspen heart, wildflower strength,
she comes around again.
And her jewel
hangs above her scar.
Oh, oh my broken heart
aches with hope
in the sunrise of my lovely adversary.
Weather-beaten beauty, tested and timeless,
dares all the world to dream and endure.
Rising fair and graceful,
plain and yet impressive,
Steals my breath away.
As her jewel
hangs above her scar.
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2. |
In My Blood
04:21
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Though I never sailed the ocean
or lived upon the waves,
my ancestor’s rhythm
made its way into my heart.
I am haunted
by the voices of the sea.
In my blood,
In my bones.
I am a furnace.
I am an engine.
No boxcar companion
sharing views from the railways,
still vagabond craving
made its way into my feet.
I walk this world
unsettled and unsatisfied.
In my blood,
In my bones.
I am a furnace.
I am an engine.
Awakened in your eyes,
burning in your breast,
love is a river flowing through time
flooding our banks.
Carry me
with you out to sea.
In my blood,
In my bones.
I am a furnace.
I am an engine.
I am a furnace.
I am an engine.
I am a furnace.
I am an engine.
I am a furnace.
I am an engine.
I am a furnace.
I am an engine.
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3. |
Vincent
04:53
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Working out my strange salvation;
I’ve a fever that must be poured out.
Love me if you can. Follow if you must.
But, please… don’t speak.
Green, gold, blue, and scarlet...
This is the place; I am captured.
Enchanting prison term…
Something satisfied.
What you got to say? Light and heat.
Why you say it that way? It’s my lust for life.
I don’t understand.
If you see...
Do you feel?
Lightning bolts don’t rest in beds.
Close my eyes to see sunflower bursts.
My brother, my friend, you love me just as I am
and I love; it pains me how I love.
Oh dearest pigeon, and those who came before,
I offer pieces of myself, I never get it all.
Moonlight overhead.
Keep the crows away.
What you got to say? Light and heat.
Why you say it that way? It’s my lust for life.
I don’t understand.
If you see...
Do you feel?
A company of madmen
Sharing visions in tattered cafés.
Coffee and mad drink give fuel to our
dreams.
Dreams.
What you got to say? Light and heat.
Why you say it that way? It’s my lust for life.
I don’t understand.
If you see...
Do you feel?
Do you fell alive?
Alive...alive... alive...
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4. |
In Between
03:36
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I walk towards places
where I never can arrive,
still I marvel at the view.
The things I’ve seen
stir my appetite.
I love the old; I want the new
Oh, this traitor heart,
full of thankful discontent…
I’m always living in between.
Every season has a chill
and needs a fire.
Every night gives up to day.
My eyes are opened
by the pain to see the light.
Beauty has the final say.
Friends and lovers have discovered
I can hold their hand
and be a million miles away.
I return
and looking deep into their eyes
for a moment…
but my roaming heart won’t stay.
Oh….
My feet are tired
so I sit and close my eyes
and turn my smile towards the sun.
Grace and mercy
fill my lungs and fill my songs.
Wind catches feet, I love to run.
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5. |
Shut the Door
04:28
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Someone shut the door.
I’m leaving broken rings.
Won’t be around no more
so you can put up pretty things.
I’ll go find a new floor
to pace upon and ponder
my hands are full so…
Someone shut the door.
I’m not angry; I’m not storming
away to peaceful shores
but there is an ocean calling.
I’m shaken to my core
as i pack myself away…
Someone, someone shut the door.
A house is not a home if lonely comes to stay;
it’s just another place to settle in or move away from.
Someone shut the door.
I’m firing up the car.
Loaded a few memories,
Driving won’t get me far
enough away that I escape
the sorrow-cloud that hovers.
Someone else must shut the door.
The shadows in the windows
of parties, toasts, and holidays…
The dents upon the lawn
of children stretching childish ways…
That house is like a vacant face
staring down the street
Someone, please, shut the door.
A house is not a home if lonely comes to stay;
it’s just another place to settle in or move away from.
How can I move away from a place
I ain’t never really been?
Why the hell does it hurt this bad?
A house is not a home if lonely comes to stay;
it’s just another place to settle in or move away from.
A house is not a home if lonely comes to stay;
it’s just another place to settle in or move away from.
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