1. |
Veins and Arteries
04:16
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once I had veins and arteries
but now I live in a far-off sea
I used to go outside and drink fresh air
but now we’re inside of a big brown bear
I used to believe that I could feel
This is so sad because i’m not real
You like me, we are made of sand
I’m not quite sure that I understand
Oh believer, in the world tonight
Love me now for i think it’s quite right
I used to believe that i was there
Now i’m not sure if i really care
Mmmm
When somebody thought that i had sighed
We climbed our tree so that I might be
You wonder why, oh how the orphans they cry
All is all, ladila
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2. |
Dhalgren
05:35
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Last I dreamt a dream of a dream
Waves of ice brought me to the shore
I saw our beginning, oh I, I saw our end
I watched as the armies of good and evil…
A force of metal fills the sky
Putting out any idea of peace, why
She looked at me she spoke to me
She said evil will always
For there is no reckoning from heaven
For there is no reckoning from hell
Where’s the difference any more
Has there ever been
Where’s the difference any more
Has there ever been
Where’s the difference any more
Has there ever been
And the chorus sang
Where has all the grace gone to
Where are we going ma’
Where has all the grace gone to
Where are we going ma’
Her husband was king
She wanted to do right by him
An acrobat from a foreign land
She leapt from his tower tumbling through the sea
Fiery billows fell from the sky
Fell from the sky
Fell from the sky, fell
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3. |
Bellow
03:39
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he screams into the waterfall
you can’t hear his woeful call
here’s a man not dead at all
although he’s surely tryin’
walks into the dusty sun
a hobo’s work is never done
offers water to the one
whose eyes are dry from cryin’
he works the mud beneath his heels
with the migrants in the fields
needs to know how jesus feels
upon his bed of straw
now many men might scoff and say
a hobo’s life is throw away
but what is the price they’d pay
to have his sense of awe?
singing, bellow
while the wind wraps round your head
no one needs to hear this song but he
all your life you’ve prayed for a song to raise the dead
a song to lift these shackles from your feet
never wagged his tongue in vain
never played the bitter game
when he prayed he shook like rain
falling on the sea
laughed at men of circumstance
tossed his body when he danced
played his best cards at romance
but he was always free
singing, bellow
while the wind wraps round your head
no one needs to hear this song but she
all your life you’ve prayed for a song to raise the dead
a song to lift these shackles from your feet
so gentlemen let’s not confuse
what we believe to be the truth
we got a lot left to lose
yet we are surely dyin’
he swam into the open sea
echoing a symphony
carrying the songs of he
whose eyes are dry from cryin’
singing, bellow
while the wind wraps round your head
no one needs to hear this song but he
all your life you’ve prayed for a song to raise the dead
a song to lift these shackles from your feet
singing, bellow
while the wind wraps round your head
no one needs to hear this song but she
all your life you’ve prayed for a song to raise the dead
a song to lift these shackles from your feet
a song to lift these shackles from your feet
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4. |
Jonah
05:24
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in my daily wallow
throw a window wide
winter leaves are hollow
their stems shall be my guide
you are in-determined
yet your spinnaker's unfurled
the wind blows sleet
you move fleet
toward the belly of the world
take heart, please concede
this is all we need to be
a foreigner on a wild wind's tide
this love shall be my guide
this love shall be my guide
jonah's in his valley
when he hears the frightful phrase
son you're bound for nineveh
to preach your final days
as his exit boat was shaking
he knew he was not free
he told the other sailors
you must
throw me to the sea
take heart
please concede
this is all we need to be
a foreigner on a wild wind's tide
this love shall be our guide
[interlude]
he turned his body inward
his bitterness relieved
he sang a cry to abraham
and his body was received
and lonely on his mountain
he watched the withered vine
sayin' winter leaves are hollow
their stems shall be my guide
take heart
please concede
this is all we need to be
a foreigner on a wild wind's tide
this love shall be our guide
oh take heart
please concede
this is all we need to be
a foreigner on a wild wind's tide
this love shall be our guide
this love shall be our guide
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5. |
Private Music
01:35
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6. |
Liza Jane, Part 2
04:16
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Little Liza Jane
you were ok
Little Liza Jane
you were ok
until the day began
until the day began
Little Liza Jane
you were ok
until the day began
until the day began
until the day began
oh where did it go wrong
when I met you
you were basked in light
you were basked in light
oh, you were basked in light
oh I met you on a cloudless night
a cloudless night
oh, I met you on a cloudless night
Little Liza Jane
you were ok
Little Liza Jane
you were ok
until the days began
until the days began
Little Liza Jane
you were away
before the day began
before the day began
before the day began
where did it go wrong?
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7. |
Oh How Wide
06:08
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oh how wide
your weary eyes
they train your view
on darkening skies
over the ridge
where waters collide
she's building a bridge
to a long-buried time
with sunlight in her hands
and dew upon her feet
and the words upon her breath
that i long to meet
with sunlight in her hands
and dew upon her feet
and the words upon her breath
that i long to pardon me
oh how long
have i been away?
the trees have grown strong
and the sea has grown gray
over the ridge
where the waters collide
she's building a bed
where the weary can lie
with sunlight in her hands
and dew upon her feet
and the words upon her breath
that i long to meet
with sunlight in her hands
and dew upon her feet
and the words upon her breath
that i long to pardon me
oh how far
have their weary feet roamed?
bound to a dream
reviled in their home
over the ridge
where the waters collide
she's building a pyre
where the weary can rise
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Briars of North America New York
We work at our own pace, with release plans guided more by equinoxes and solstices than any conventional wisdom. We are two long lost cousins Jeremy Thal and Gideon Crevoshay and a friend, Greg Chudzik. Our music exists at the crossroads of ambient, indie and so-called new music—delivered with the precision of chamber music, the emotional transparency of folk, and the weight of ritual. ... more
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