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Flaming Sword
04:00
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i stand on the edge of eternity
i hold space and idle wordlessly
i drank for the cup and ate the bread
i let the water cover my head
there are people who live so selfishly
they need reason for seeing true beauty
wear your thorny crown and golden cords
witness me brandish my flaming sword
abandon your self worth to feel whole
sell you soul to ave your soul
what i could see comes to me
to the dirt i swear my upmost duty
the voice is fought and battles won
i go right and you go wrong
why can't you believe in those around you
such lies hide in such great truths
the river's banks have overcome
what i have said is all i've done
and in the end it's always you
from gusty lungs the prophet blew
now i raise my flaming sword to the sky
see the women weep and babies cry
men don their armor with no regrets
i lift my face to blade and light a cigarette
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Sundance
03:13
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there was one with a fire that raged inside
i thought burned hot like me
another like water flowed deep blue
and crashed into me like waves on the beach
there was one a chunk of earth alive like dirt
that my roots held on strong to
but you came in my life like a gust of wind
stirring me up and shaking the branches
i looked down from up above at what i missed
and regrets blew away
here i've found strange comfort and release from worldly woe
i see the sundance and the warmth it grows
i've abandoned parts of me holding onto memories
i took you all in your breeze feels my lungs
i have stopped turning inward i hold the spear in my hands
prowling at night i cast it down
because hunting has lead to nothing i saw the light in the cave
shadows dance on the walls i went further in
i belong to your world i have faith in the sun
tomorrow it will rise over the hill
from dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn
the earth spins from your wind
the gale hits my face yes it hits my face
tears stream and fly
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3. |
Wooden Sword
01:40
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my heart is an open door
my body carries the weight
off regret and sacrifice
these hard things i must collate
but why i ask
why is a strength strong
are the questions i ask still dumb
i've grown up no longer numb
you can fight your whole life
only to be beat by a wooden sword
being swung masterfully
you can sing your whole life
weaving through every key not knowing a single chord
still letting notes ring beautifully
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i drowned the whole world
to appease my soggy brain
tossed beneath waves lost in the swells
something in my head telling me do not dwell
it was a shot in the dark
not to grow old and dry
allowing my bones to lie at the bottom of the sea
i summoned the clouds
the thunder clapped
the rain poured
i had no sword
against my foe
armed to the teeth
with teeth and hot steel
i considered my moves
to seize what i do not need
your arms belong to me
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5. |
Just Say No
05:10
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close your eyes but still see
the grass sway from the prairie breeze
open them to find unremarkable houses in perfect lines
do the bison haunt your dreams
hearing their mighty hooves thundering
now semis on the interstate rumble on the same in poor faith
just say no
just say no
purple mountains majesty
sure looks pretty nice on a wide screen tv
this land is tour land
it was made to dirty your hands
just say no
just say no
just say no
just say no
is there comfort in a dirt road
straight as hell with all them plots sold
close your eyes and see the way the west was supposed to be
just say no
just say no
just say no
just say no
reject the world
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6. |
Whole Wide World
01:57
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the farther i get from yesterday is the closer i feel to home
the more i stay in one place the less i feel the need to roam
and i don't see the need for travlin when we have a nice warm bed
people can see the whole wide world and still have no sense in their head
everything that i need can be found where ever i am
everything that i could see will come to me someday
and in that someday i know there's a big porch where i can read
while i sit and watch the sunset over the whole wide world made for
our whole world is our world it belongs to you and you
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7. |
King of Swords
04:22
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everyone has something that rules them
everyone holds onto the desire to rule
i smell smoke on the wind
i hear flames roar
i am the king of swords
my crest is golden
my kingdom grand
my vision modest
in solitude my blade swings true
in solitude my blade swings true
no one wants to admit that something rules them
no one wants to surrender to the idea of needing to rule
but what is this light in the trees
in the dark night the castle i built gone and burning
there is no joy in hollow victories
prize wine cannot quell the flames from rising
ashes will fall and cover your head
make dusty your crown
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Hiraeth
02:03
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the feeling of no longer returning
of not being able to let go
there is a shroud now over the valley
dense fog has settled down below
among the weeds traces of an old place
somewhere that cannot welcome back
i lay down to feel some resemblance
to a world where i don't lack
the resolve to keep on going
stronger than what i had before
now with my chest growing empty
regret settling deep at my core
i hold so close to what there once was
be it what was close or far away
up some fjord or in the air above the prairie
the past stays with us every day
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Sword Fern
02:37
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i've been looking into the fire so long
i forgot what was behind me
that the rest of me has me been cooling
the world is the fire and yes the world is my home
inside my memories are burning
beyond this ring of rocks holding back the heat
sword fern grows in the shades of trees
what romance still is there between night and day
when the flame fades and the green leaves take sway
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