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Distance To Find
01:59
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Never seen the eyes of a magic man
Never seen the snows of the very north pole
All the world just a floating pearl
No sense of time in the insect mind
I’ve got my own distance to find
The dragon of the East on a folding
The island chief with his harem in the sand
Wooden wheel through the age of steel
Is it a black hole or universal soul
I’ve got my own distance to find
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2. |
Eastern Bells
03:39
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I see you out at night
The girl that couldn’t sleep
Walking under lights
That give shadows to the trees one more time
One more time
There comes a time when the wind will start to blow
When the horses are standing on the beach
When the sound is flying through your mind you can’t leave
Deep down in the dark
It all can be bought
The days that never came
Are rolling round your thoughts one more time
One last time
There comes a time when the crows will share a glance
When your connections will all start to fade
When the sound is flying through your mind
You can’t stay
The eastern bells
In your mind
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3. |
Orange Canoe
02:48
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Caught up in a blitz
Indian islander yellow shirt bullshit
Put some milk on your fingertips
And watch the tiger stripes hypnotize
Your bouncing eyes
In my canoe
My orange canoe
The white whale is crossing the sea
And there’s a thunderstorm thundering
This jungle, it has no end
So now we forever begin
In my canoe
My orange canoe
And we say “oh oh oh”
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The Hirondelle Song
02:42
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The hirondelles (swallows) are flying easy
There they go, they’re laughing at my feet
Send my regards to the chief, way down in Africa
Well it hurts to see you leave
Oh no, I’m not a farmer
Oh no I can’t water the same seeds
The neighbors are proud of all they own
But really man, it just don’t mean shit to me
Oh a fluttering feeling
Way down in the mines
And I know we’re gonna go
And now she wants to have my baby
She says, “Oh its really no big thing. We can still get away for the weekend.”
Its a crazy thing ending up in your dream
The steamboat is slowly churning
Floating through forests that breathe
There’s no telling where it goes
But you’re right next to me ending up in my dream
Oh a fluttering feeling
Way down in the mines
And I know we’re gonna go
Dah da da da da dah
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5. |
A Circle In The Sky
03:17
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A circle in the sky
A thickness in the air
Scooped out with a wing
The condor knows its there
I watch you climb
High above the stones
A weight that’s left behind
Ego and pretense
Drifting out of sight
I watch you climb
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6. |
Pink Bend
02:48
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Sitting in the backyard
Miles from the front door
I can see the ocean
I can see a lot more
Waiting for the pink lights
In between the black waves
I’ve got my little feelings
No one knows the way
I see the day
And all the night
Coming back
Out of sight
A long way
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Frozen Lights
03:22
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Oh this life has meaning
But that feeling comes and goes
I feel locked down in the winter
With a light that no one knows
Please, please believe me
When I say play play play play play with your friends
Go now play play play play play with your friends
We charged that hill without a reason
I can see it flashing by
We climbed those trees without thinking
Just to feel the open sky
Please, please believe me
When I say play play play play play with your friends
Go now play play play play play with your friends
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8. |
Athens In The Galaxy
03:51
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Fifteen days in the mountains
Taught me all there is to know
Underneath is a labyrinth
From up above we all live so small
I laid down long in the meadow
I let so much leave my hands
The center of the truth has no weight
The future that I fear cannot be saved
I left this world for another
I ran towards life and far from place
The sweet morning of the woman
A thousand faces in the great lake
The marbled cities of the ancients
Like the bones of a man
In a galaxy that has no end
I’m walking down a street in Athens
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All you have been is leaving
With the soft steps of the evening
This might be what I’m after
For your life now, there’s no reason
At least not the one you’ve been thinking
This might be what I’m after
The Gods have run away without speaking
And still we sit here carefully listening
This might be what I’m after
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10. |
Between Strangers
02:40
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All the eyes that just fly by
They could be something shiny and new
But be prepared for the stone cold stare
Yeah she’s loving everything that I do
And all at once well I see my thoughts
And I grab my lucky elephant ear
Its a long ghost that’s following me
I think its time you saw the things that I see
Feel the day like its going away
Cause baby that’s all you really have
We’re in between on the edge of a wing
Toes made of glass
She’s got the German slang and the skin like rain
And I’ve just gotta see what’s in her bag
Its a long ghost that’s following me
I think its time you saw the things that I see
Ordering an old man to put his blood on the wall
Torturing an old God that’s ready to fall
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11. |
Dark Hairs Blonde
03:31
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Your father's eyes
They would shine so bright in the evening
He'd point out the stars
That now light your way
In this bamboo night
Where the insects scream as one
By this brackish stream where you really must decide
We turned all our dark hairs
We turned all our dark hairs blonde
Down from the pines and into the golden promise
Into the smoke where the voices spoke of themselves
And up the stairs, you shook their hands and climbed
Till the final door till there was nothing left to find
We turned all our dark hairs
We turned all our dark hairs blonde
We turn and we turn and we turn
Another woman in the sheets
Another place I haven't seen
Another meal on my plate
Another push into the day
Can this cycle bring me peace
Or will it be the end of me
We used to sit down and speak
Under the cypress tree
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