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Cemetery
03:48
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Buried deep inside,
The cemetery
Something is alive
In your rib cage
The bones and empty eyes
In the cemetery
Something is alive
Full of dust and age
Hear the old crow wives
The cemetery
Speaking nothing but lies
On an old stone cross
Hear the lovers sigh
Beneath the moonlight
Watch the smoke rise
Like a ghost in the dark
Get up get up and look around
Then dance then dance to spite the ground
It’s not a complicated mess,
It will all turn out for the best
And when your ghost decides to leave
And your body lies beneath trees
There is no place that’s not your home
it’s true one day we’ll settle down, we’ll take our place beneath the ground
I hope the people all will say, let’s sing a song for yesterday
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Out, out brief candle
01:38
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Lila zu
04:11
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And the love you make for me, I cannot expect
But I sit at your table with no mourning regrets
Did you hear the symphony, practicing their songs
The conductor’s worried about his lover, they’ll never get along
She wants, she wants and she won’t talk about it
But When she sees the blood in his knees, she has to doubt it
If you think you can tell me, what is I’ve done
It’s said it takes two, but our dance can be for one
I am not a stranger, to your hidden landscape
But you constantly are eyeing me as if I am strange
I will never know who it is that took you heart
But I’ll hang the thought on the wall like a work of art
She wants she wants and she don’t talk about it
She’s looking for her looking glass but she’s already found it
Somewhere beneath her casual debris
You’ll find all the thread you could possibly need
Somewhere beneath the white of her teeth
You can hear all you need to know about my unsewn seams
Every celibate weekend,
Every endless walk
We ride our bikes to the sunset
But we don’t ever talk
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Your eyes are made of something from the lonely mountain, could you see the see my body lying beneath the dirt.
An angry avalanche came from behind the lonely mountain, with the helpless thought of looking up your skirt.
All the birds are circling around the lonely mountain, they’re wondering how big the sky must be.
Every patient breeze is lifting up their wings so gently, their eyes are so surprised by what they see.
They say it takes so much time to climb the lonely mountain, it’s hard enough to keep your mind off of the steep drops.
It’s true that here your lonely blood can get much thinner, but it takes a lifetime before your lonely heart stops.
For the first time, we make a still life
You are brown as coffee, and I am clear as ice
Then the next time, your hands as clean as silk
We make a promise with our bodies, and we never hold them still
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Wind Chill Factory
05:02
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I know it's absurd
buy you're made of nerves
and when it's cold outside
we'll have to hide
I know you're unsure
but it's what I've heard
there's more to life
than forks and knives
No one wants to follow you
No one wants to take what you say to the bank
They’re saving up for the next cold winter
They’re gonna need all the sweaters they can get
I see the wind chill factory
Making clouds for making rain and snow
I wonder if the snowflakes will find us
Underneath our sweaters and raincoats
So the spring has arrived
Everything feels so alive
You are a flower my dear
Even more beautiful than last year
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Horn Mourning
01:07
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Rocks and Water
03:03
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Under a cloud of quite unorganized rain,
There is unspeakable pain, there is a silver shining plane
I often wish it was a bird that had those silver wings
A perfect creature of the sky with orange beak and yellow eye
Thresholds apart, connecting separating
A window, a frame, the coast spain
Troubles past the plain, with no word to it’s name
It’s not the same
You’ve gone your way
The lines are drawn
We’ll come out dry
On the other side
Put the virgin mary on the wall, stained glass, stained glass
Put saint anthony on the wall, stained glass, stained glass
Put jesus christ on the wall, stained glass, stained glass
Put your own mother on the wall, stained glass, stained glass
Can you see the color of the air, stained glass, stained glass
Thresholds apart, connecting separating
A window, a frame, the coast spain
Troubles past the plain, without a word to it’s name
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