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Little, Patient Flower
04:59
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So Long Ago, but now Tonight You're All I See,
Before You Break Apart just Like the Heart in Me,
You Want a Song of Light, but Darkness Sets Us Free.
Little, Patient Flower
Waiting on the Rain.
Tomorrow Thrills, Tomorrow Fills our Tongues with Thirst
Tomorrow calls us Broke, but She was Broken First,
I looked for You & WIshed the World Spun in Reverse.
Little, Patient Flower...
You With Your Crown of Stars are just so Out of Sight,
My Father's Hair what there was left was Never White.
Now look at Me dressed like a Flower dressed as Night.
Little, Patient Flower....
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a. guitar #2
03:27
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close your eyes
04:12
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close your eyes, you do not wish to see,
close them tightly
another pretty girl has sailed to sea
to put it politely
here comes the part where you wonder, wonder where
all the sweetness went
all the sweetness went
with no goodbye
in freaky clothes the circus comes to town'
the world is so new
there's not a thing here to hold me in this town
take me with you
here comes the part where you wonder, wonder where
all the sweetness went
all the sweetness went
with no goodbye
fare well, we will remember you
fair winds, they will be carrying you
all your friends are watching over you
remember we must all follow you
you think i'm mad i do not think i'm mad
i know i'm seething
you hold a child in a parking lot
no longer breathing
here comes the part where you wonder, wonder where
all the sweetness went
all the sweetness went
with no goodbye
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song for d. b.
01:54
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old forgotten spells
05:45
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all the old forgotten spells
all our great attempts to fly
all the lovers that would wonder where we've gone
will scatter through the world
and come together once again
all my friends so bright & strong
all the nights we drank away
all the strangers that i begged to comfort me
will scatter through the world
and come together once again
and we know the world spins 'round
and your call is horribly important to us
and we know your time is precious
but, there's more important things we need to discuss
all the sweetness in the world
all the sweetness kept away from the world
all the wounds that went away with just one kiss
will scatter through the world
and come together once again
and we know the world spins 'round
and your call is horribly important to us
and we know your time is precious
but, there's more important things we need to discuss
will you sing me little bird?
will you play the morning's game?
will you open up the light before the dawn
is scattered through the world
and comes together once again?
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a. piano #6
03:48
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your kings & queens are lousy lovers
with ever word: 'divide & conquer,
do anything, but not together!'
o world you are so fond of me
you waited
not for catching butterflies
no more commercial enterprise
not this threadbare cloak of lies
o world you are so fond of me
you waited
i like the way
my love sleeps in my arms
and as the light returns
i find my dream still there
the wind will blow, the trees will sing
the birds like me just listening
i can't give you anything
o world you are so fond of me
you waited.
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the jaguar song
05:15
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the jaguar in his forrest bright,
a river made of tears,
tangled through the longest night
'til stars flew everywhere.
i watched them from the ferris-wheel
mesmerized by all the lights
the strange things we must see as real
as black & white
they cannot steal our story
they cannot steal our love
they cannot steal the heavens dancing way up above
you say i don't remember well...
i don't need to
when i'm holding you
inside the cuzco marketplace
i heard the old stones sing
'i'm dying just to meet you, babe'
not just in a dream
so the jaguar sets his eyes ablaze
and licks the lips right off my face
i'll miss them, but he can't replace the kiss you gave to me.
they cannot steal our story
they cannot steal our love
they cannot steal the heavens dancing way up above
you say i don't remember well...
i don't need to
when i'm holding you
and now the heart speaks only truth
before it breaks apart
the river she don't need no proof when the crying starts
and even when the light is gone
and what we call our work is done
you whisper: 'let's go watch the sun set in our hearts.'
they cannot steal our story
they cannot steal our love
they cannot steal the heavens dancing way up above
you say i don't remember well...
i don't need to
when i'm holding you
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song for mr. e.
03:14
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“Atmospheric, voraciously eclectic, momentarily Floydian … & thoroughly brilliant”
“...lo-fi soundscapes …a deftly
prolific knack for poetic songwriting meets gorgeous musicianship.” —
"...hazy & beautiful, content to balance contradictions: critics calling them at first "clear & bright" & then in the next sentence, "creaky & weird;" "the best-kept secret in American music of the new century."
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