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Girl & the Well
04:39
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2. |
It Wasn't Me
03:02
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3. |
The Wolf, The Vine
03:16
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That wasn't me, that was somebody else
I came to with a hammer and fire in my hand
I nearly burned it down
I see you, you monster;
see you lurking and showing your teeth
but you're the coward:
you just kill while you hide behind me
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Oh God, am I the wolf?
Am I the wolf lying down with her?
'Cause his fruit and his jaws are strangely resembling mine
O Keeper, O River, O Vine
would You bind this darkness in me?
Can you kill him and somehow keep me clean?
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4. |
Spirit Of
03:55
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5. |
Stronger Oars
04:47
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Further, just a little further now
til we can find a shore that's fit to build our home on
Slower, let's move a little slower now
to give our hands and lungs some time to catch up with us
Hold fast hope and wait
Hold fast hope and wait
Rower, come rest your bleeding blistered hands,
open up your sails and let this zephyr carry us
Hold fast hope and wait
Hold fast hope and wait
Humble chests and stronger oars will keep this boat moving
Humble chests and stronger oars will keep this boat moving
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6. |
Working the Ground
03:35
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You keep waking me up
but I need my family to keep me from sleeping
while I wait with you while I pray in the garden
Please, fox-eyed songbird, come drink and dance with me
to keep my heart beating
while we wait for our greens to take root in the garden
As we lie down with the fruit from the tree
and the sound of our blood thickening
while our hearts race; and here we are, tempt in the garden
You knelt down and the blood from your brow
dripped between the leaves and nourished the soil
and ran to our feet as we fell asleep in the garden
I've got to wake and work the ground
and callous my hands alongside yours
cause what the hell's a lover
who wasn't' a brother first?
I've got to wake and work the ground
and callous my hands alongside yours
cause what the hell's a lover
who wasn't' a brother first?
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7. |
In the Wake
03:04
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8. |
Over the Water
04:16
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My family, a brotherhood
walking over the water (over the water) with laughing:
an unexpected feeling following the sudden loss of control
I need clarity
that agonizing grandeur's a sobering verity: blood in salt water
this power isn't something we possess,
how dare a ship suggest it owns the wind within its sails?
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I am staring from underneath the breakers
as my kin passes over me, lungs weighed with water
they're scattering
when I was raised above the wake I was all alone---they'd already gone
So don't tempt me:
I'm already building up ramparts surrounding me
with moats of dark water
I'm hiding
If I'm so prone to causing strife, I'll stay in here and keep you outside
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Wake me up, wake me up!
How long have I been sleeping?
This isn't living, this is cowardice
Wake me up, wake me up!
I'm not seeing clearly
Break in, inside
and pull me out
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We are a body of broken bones that needs setting
The remedy is self-forgetting again and again
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9. |
No Weight
03:30
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The Breaking Yard Portland, Oregon
The Breaking Yard is a force like water, calmly lapping against the shore until a wind or any other disturbance whips up a
fury of white tipped crescendos terrifying the fragile reality of their audience. No malice is in their sound but a more treacherous trait, a pure honest love for humanity.
-Reggie Mace
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