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Potter Mountain
03:33
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Somewhere my forest's tuned
For its sunlights falling into view
Come crawl my breakless steed
Fetch each short reach Potter Mountain need
Too late my tempered sweet
You could hide dreams under each your feet
Romanced by boulders bold
Substance sings so different when it's told
Knowing it, now showing it, showing it
Knowing it, now showing it, showing it
Hold on by lies of mine
We were well when well was only fine
Manic mind pleading means
Carried racks are all you'll ever need
My aged, my ancient eyes
I will eat where mountain streets deny
The most shy, the least true
I'll defeat each mountaintop for you
Knowing it, now showing it, showing it
Knowing it, now showing it, showing it
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2. |
You, Young Pioneer
03:11
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Perched in the rain on a slowed down track
Believing everything’s the same if I just turned back
I belong in the wrong as the road sweats choice
And I’m one foot further from the sound of your voice
We can’t speak I don’t know how
I’ve been grinding gears for years on the Erie Canal
I’m as mad as the wind, cold, numbed to the air
If I knew my fate, it’s too late to care
I can’t explain how fast the weeks move on
Underneath the coded bill I’ve gone
Stretching past a pointed back unreached
A lifting force forbids the wanted breach
It was often I would chance a sleep
Taking time and tossing into heaps
And if I cared I’d change the way we play
But not today regretting yesterdays
You’re home misses you
You’re home misses you, too
I’ve been calling you back
I know you’ve been calling me back
And I can’t explain how the winds get strong
No matter which way, no matter how long
Cause if I took these fears, and I made them knowns
We can’t get that far with the want for home
And there’s work at hand I won’t often do
For these tasks are me, and the means are new
And as the work I have soon becomes what’s more
I realize what I’m doing all this for
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3. |
Eight Arms
04:23
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I'm a tortoise shelled, yelling numbers
Fish and patch the mouth, fueling slumbers
Fleeting fields of corn, never eating
Friendship lonesome sun, always greeting
Frayed hold
I'm afraid to hold
Frayed hold
I'm afraid to hold
Eight arms up cursing you sky
Clear are the needs
Give them to me
Haven't we gills yet?
Give me an ocean to breath
Give them to me
Only the ships which
Travel the seas that they wish
Never resist
Hold in my hand
Two different directions of bliss
Strangling this
Wondered into fruitless knowing
I'm just anchored to the hurt you're towing
All the water rushed my rowing
As we plug the seams to stop the bowing
Eight arms not another showing
I've been silenced by the rhythms going
There's a thousand words I'm owiing
Let the water rise as we are growing
Frayed hold
I'm afraid to hold
Frayed hold
I'm afraid to hold
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4. |
The Rest
02:29
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I took a cycle to the west
To see if I could find the rest
“The rest” I said “I have to find”
The rest the best they’re all at rest
Secured my lock about my chest
For miles, pavement, it was just
“I’ll find the rest” I said “I must”
For all the best are to the west
Explore I did, it was my task
It was my test to reach the west
And when I reached my west
My east was to my west
Where were the rest?
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5. |
Everywhere Nowhere Is
03:53
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Home is just a point of view
Mapped by chain gangs digging for truth
Pollenate the drying streets
With guitar shard meet-and-greets
Just beyond the field of wines
To Thorold with trolley lines
With the winds to Buffalo
Two more hours to go
We could fit our wheels here
We could rest our fears there
Only if you wanted to
Strangers with a mangers touch
Won't you carry me like a crutch
One to run and one to sing
They had morphine thoughts to bring
With a ramble of the tongue
Jumbled sentences to one
I was soaked with nothing new
Called in a calmness to few
Figured we could stay here
Whispering in your ear...
Knowing, I'm going, I'm over all
Only the over is under all
Told what you told me, you told me all
Once in Niagra to feel it fall
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6. |
Spoke On Spokes
03:19
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All this time I’ve spoken on spokes
Peasant to prose
And I can’t keep getting caught
In perspectives I want to know
In the moments I’m mounting to go
If everything turned into feeding the must
Love losing longing and loathes as it lusts
I can’t believe all the visions are just
Delusions I’m choosing to tarnish and rust
And I can’t seem to hear it all
Wondering, following
And I can’t seem to hear at all
And every structure that we build
Never ends or begins
Spent too much time on the walls
And I could say it just to save
All of this, nothing is
Just another second lost
Keeping all it was, what it is
It was never
A feeling more than what it cost
No matter how strong you think you are
You can’t hide from who you know you are
If the past’s a part of life so far
Soon you’ll understand the few that are
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7. |
The Taste of All Things
04:31
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worth is an amount you make
sold the old another selfs mistake
lies comprise the trying eyes of fate
sleeping before you wake
tall is your father's heart
mother the rise and start
silbing the growing dart
falling to make your mark
travel to ease the home
homeward to please the roam
making the planet aum
hearing it all alone
face to passion falling
twice in nights leg stalling
and how can we move on?
push on, push on
push until your dreams are gone
pearched on another's glare
seeing eternal stare
meeting before it's fair
wanting to want you there
miles compress to one
weighing a thousand tons
built by a thousand sons
ride til the ride is done
home in another place
all in a timeless race
meeting first face to face
all in the years of chase
letting the letting go
nothing is what i owe
lying to say it's so
everything always shows
we are each a piece of each other
we give to each other
we could be a piece of another's state
we could have it all right now
if you chose to bother
we resonate with the frequencies of our fate
we are each a piece of each other
we give to each other
we could be a piece of another's state
we could have it all right now
if you chose to bother
we resonate with the frequencies of our fate
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8. |
Lionhorn
03:35
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And if you feel it, too
I’d make that change
And I could write it or ride it
I’ve rode and wrote for you
And if believing’s through
I’d make that change
We conversed with burning words
And smothered ash I taste
Hate’s the hate that eases holding you
There’s no logic here, and we know
The same doesn’t matter here, if I go
There’s no journey here, and I know
You won’t need me there, if you go
We’re the child of hours
We’ve got time telling
No crime, bigger than
The sound of silence you’ve been yelling
I don’t remember much
But the smell brings you back to touch
Seeing and tasting such
Let’s me hear all the want in us.
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