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Prelude
04:11
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Hold your face high
As the light dies
It illuminates everything
Your eyes hide
Let's say goodnight
Until next time
There's no need
To break the silence
With sounds meaningless
And trite
Let's not regret
Words left unsaid
Alone isn't lonely
See what the morning forgets
We're far away
From yesterday
Let the moment
Rise and fall across
Memory's parade
With no bonds broken
Our hearts stay open
The time will come
For everyone
To hear these holy
Words spoken
It may brief
But isn't it sweet?
It can't be touched by
Death or defeat
Or me
Nothing's over......
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2. |
Flesh And Bone
04:38
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I think I left my heart in Nashville
My soul floats above a Pine Hills dream
I lost my will
Well south of Jacksonville
Stumbling along the cobblestone streets
Beneath the dark hills of the valley
Los Angeles she sings to me
When I left
I could have wept
A sea
A dull light hovers over Portland
Everybody asks about the rain
But I walk through town
With my head down
Daydreaming of my escape
Is there a place for me
In this world?
I know I'm not the first to ask
I'll let you know
When I find a home
At last
When the moon
Shines on the field
I'm walking through
Forgotten realms
Of the unknown
When I feel
Like I'm a ghost
I feel an ache
Inside my soul
Through the flesh and bone
A sixth borough hides in New York City
It floats soft along the Seine
When I fall asleep
There's a place for me
In the same place it's always been
If I could get my shit together
I might make something of myself
But it goes too fast
And nothing lasts
Oh well
There's a part
I've always played
Smiling, shining, happy face
But I know
Right below this cheap veneer
Something slithers under hear
Through the flesh and bone
The silent, hungry Gulf of Mexico
Swallows the blazing sun
Stretched across the sea
Something waits for me
But I'm lost......
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Step out of the darkening twilight
Into the joy of the bar lights
I think it's gonna be a dead night
Oh, thank Christ
I take my jack and coke
Make my way through the smoke
Where the man of the hour
Sits alone
Broodin' like Brando 1955
No one better start any shit tonight
"Hey man, what you been doin'?"
"You know, a whole lot of nothin'.
Just listening to nothing but
The Band and The Rolling Stones."
Tonight I'll fall off this wagon
If I get to raise a glass to
Toast the King of the Tavern
One more time
Whiskey, cigarettes
Warnings, I.D. checks
All the while we talk about
Danko and Manuel
Well I've got to go
The bar's about to close
As I stumble out
I sing aloud
With all the ghosts of rock and roll
He's shuttin' it down
Cause it's closing time
If you think you get to stick around
Shit you better think twice
Well friend, I'll see you tomorrow
When we're clear
Of our morning sorrows
We'll get back to what we had
And listen to those Rolling Stones
Tonight I'll jump off this wagon
If I get to raise a glass to
Toast the King of the Tavern
One more time
If I could cry away distance
I'd be back with all of my friends
And toast the King of the Tavern
One more time
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In my sleep
I dream of no tomorrows
Yesterdays fill the darkness
Of my room
I wake up to a stomach
Full of sorrows
Everything's so twisted
I can't move
Shot out like hell
On down the road
Now I'm looking back at
Home
In my life there's no straight line
Or patterns
It's just restlessness
That takes me far away
Most times I feel
Like nothing I do matters
I'm just chasing ghosts
To make it through the day
May nostalgia be
The death of me
I'm a fool
For memories
Everything in the air here aches
Take me home before it's too late
Home.....
Some will look at me
And see a failure
A loser pushin' 40
Wastin' time
That don't bother me
I got my visions
I'll be glad to share them
With you if you like
Sometimes I feel
I'm not myself
When the darkness leaves
The light don't help
Everything in the air here aches
Take me home before it's too late
Home....
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5. |
Beautiful Dark
05:50
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Through the blinds of my youth
I see two different moons
And two oceans that separate
The old and the new
But it's all the same, all the same
The morning sun's rays
Leave their marks on my face
And the mirror gives hints
That I'm showing my age
But I'm still a child, still a child
My first memory
Is me haunting me
Nostalgic eyes
See only lies
Me haunting me
In my memory's tomb
Death filled up my room
Like motes through the air
In a dark afternoon
And it called my name, it called my name
At the side of my eyes
I see an infinite night
That swirls like a whirlpool
And swallows our lives
And i'm jumping in, I'm jumping in
I'm sinking deep
Where no one can reach
With shadows and ghosts
Like cigarette smoke
I'm sinking deep......
Into the beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful dark.......
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