1. |
The Woods
05:30
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2. |
You Know Better
04:27
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That Kids A Man
04:39
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I sing my song so long I cannot say I don't like it that way,
And I've seen so many things I cannot speak, but I'm a big freak, that's the truth.
Well they say he's got the strongest hands, he tills the garden tills the land. That kid's a man, that kid's a man.
Fuck that mother fucker,
I've got the longest strand.
I ain't never seen no one dressed like that head
But he comes to mind anyway
I know he's got the strongest hands,
He tills the garden tills the land.
That kids a man, he sure is a man, that's kids a man, that kids a main:) That kids amazing.
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4. |
Tornádo
04:55
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I've been crawling around on my knees about a year,
Is there something you think I needed to hear?
Your verbal abuse won't hurt me anymore,
Cause lately when I'm not replying, maybe that's cause I'm trying to find your door.
But why am I moving so fast?
I can see us now, but I know we'd never last.
Now I'm broken and choking on the reasons.
You're all over my back and it isn't fair, even my worst dreams aren't as scary as being under there.
Waiting on the strength to answer the call, delete all the ideas about all the rules that you'll try to use, to make alright the bite on the hand that feeds.
But where am I now?
And why am I moving so fast, away from you, away from you.
I can see us now, but I know we'd never last.
And I don't care, but I'm still hoping.
Hoping to understand the reasons, breaking you, taking you, breaking me even though I don't want it to.
Meanwhile I'm trying to undermine the demons, who hiding all the clues, let you know just what to do if you want some fun, tell me now, the show has just begun.
So why'd you have to take it all away?
Amazingly clever, I'm hiding, the things I've decided, you're never gonna find me again.
(Where am I now)
The reasons.
Spinning round my head for years.
The reasons.
Don't listen to me when I say hey. Boweeow :)
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Warming
04:22
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I saw a picture when I was a child, full of the light of the sun.
I built a house to hold it in, for no real reason, just for fun.
As the time for cries drew nigh the threat had already begun,
I saw the day turned into night when I was young.
So ring the alarm and see what they say, I don't believe they're listening.
Some call it a warming,
I call it a warning.
There's still a place far away from here where people want to be forgotten.
I shade my face to hide all the tears but my lonely heart is not uncommon.
At the end of the night morning has broke, underneath the calm, spreading out among.
The time of lies is gone, the thread of ill is done, I saw my life become the light the moment I turned one.
So ring the alarm......
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6. |
3 Words
03:44
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7. |
Calace Pastle
04:15
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8. |
Not Like You
01:24
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9. |
Pataki Satori
07:00
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10. |
Wooden Indian
06:03
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Feet low, arms holding.
Head high, wings soaring.
Dance, chant, come spirit,
Take me home, where I'm from.
I'll be still forever, awake, alive, alone. Yet in love, (alone) but reborn.
Sitting for years in silence, sober. WAKE UP!
Sunrise, I've been waiting here all night, why you been resting your eyes?
Moon tumbles round, then you come over. WAKE UP!
Sunrise, I've been waiting here all night why you been resting your eyes?
When it comes down to me,
I'm the one.
Stuck hard, still frozen.
Half alive, dead.
I know you're sad but you're too sad to even try and complain,
You're gonna cry but it's ok.
It's only what you make it, until you make it your own, time still eroding still,
Knee deep in fear of the silent cobra. WAKE UP!
Sunrise I've been waiting here all night why you been resting your eyes?
A thousand, million years, older than older. WAKE UP!
Sunrise I've been waiting here all night why you been resting your eyes?
Then it comes down to you,
Chant your chants, dance your dance.
If you could only believe it, maybe then you would see it.
Under different circumstance,
You might have to take the chance.
Easily sitting like a child, leads you further from denial, and if you've wondered for a while, that's why they call it Indian style.
Learn where it's from.
Be reborn.
Head, chest, breath flowing.
Mouth, eyes, face glowing.
Love, hate, desire.
Inheritance from our fathers.
See them in the clouds, over your shoulder. WAKE UP!
Sunrise, I've been waiting here all night, why you been resting your eyes?
The fear of finding out the silence is over. WAKE UP!
Sunrise, I've been waiting here all night, why you been resting your eyes?
So easy to believe, if only we can see, the need to free our wooden minds.
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