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thunderbolt
05:22
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with a storm rolling in
an old car moving fast against the wind
she pulled off the highway
to gather firewood
with a rush and a rage
with a force she was thrown across the stage
and the big tree was blown to smithereens
and she cried out as if from another dream
there's so little time
it'll pass in the blink of an eye
like a thunderbolt
(let go...)
splitting the sky
(...the illusion)
I will be reborn
well the smoke had barely cleared
from her ringing ears
when he found her and helped her get her feet back on the ground
the charred remainders still smoldering, crackling, all around
they were moved by the sound of the rain, the coming storm
the herald of thunder like a battle horn
oh, what to do
when it's calling you, calling you
time
it'll pass
in the blink of an eye
like a thunderbolt
(let go...)
splitting the sky
(...the illusion)
I will be reborn
if you only had one life to live, what would you do about it?
if you only had one life to live, how could you go on without it?
they had to return to the scene of the trial that was laid to them
infectious illumination taking root within
chased by the light to where the sparks fade to stillness
and then to fight through the illness that ensued
blessed with the boon of a new form of life imbued
on the wing of a charge that was tingling and flowing through
the threshold is harshest
when it's calling you, calling you
time
it'll pass
in the blink of an eye
like a thunderbolt
(let go...)
splitting the sky
(...the illusion)
I will be reborn
if you only had one life to live, what would you do about it?
if you only had one life to live, how could you go on without it?
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spook
02:22
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look out for the spook
muscling around
one thing on the mind
to run the ship aground
the spook
keeping you drugged
to believe it
and go along
see the shadows move
all in your mind
back at the hideout
listen for a sound
someone's got the mind
to dim the light around
the spook
it's all in the way
that you hear it
and hum along
see the shadows move
all in your mind
hope you got a tap code
walls are all around
if only we'd the mind
to tear 'em all down
spook
you gotta be free
to believe it
and play along
see the shadows move
all in your mind
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closer
03:27
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it was late in the day in the grasslands
we went back, we went back
through the woods to the water's edge
you told me to look
through the glass that was left there
and I could see eyes on an island
there you were lost and scared in another time
and that was the place where you crossed the beast
a shadow ahead almost too dark to see
out there alone, on your way home, so unnatural
I cannot say
don't be afraid
but if you don't turn away
you'll be closer
dead set
in a cold sweat
always braced for the next threat
can't get closer
as your heart raced to leap from your chest
maybe your mettle was put to the test
out there alone, on your way home, it's only natural
I cannot say
don't be afraid
but if you don't turn away
you'll be closer
dead set
in a cold sweat
always braced for the next threat
can't get closer
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mother mary
02:16
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from somewhere
some prison in the dirt
my lonely skeleton
pretends that it's not hurt
it wraps itself in fur
the moment of the birth
in hopes a heart will stir
and come crashing down to earth
storm's on the horizon
rocks beneath the waves
dark clouds rolling thunder
there was nothing we could save
apocalyptic moon
mother mary
just shove me in the ground
one foot in the grave
I will barely make a sound
mother mary
we've nowhere left to go
we will fade into the drift
like a quiet falling snow
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powerlines
03:36
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I'll follow you out to the park at dusk
knee deep in snow, imagine us
in the old neighborhood
in a past life
the ghosts of our homes are painted white
sunset glaze will fade to night
branches bent and sparking blue
it's a brief world we're falling through
on our backs under swaying limbs
icicles and dead hymns
whispering in our ears
blowing in the clear air
the footprints that lead out
to the middle of nowhere and disappear
it takes time to find out
what's keeping you here
in the power lines
lost souls
concrete
bottle's
empty
I know
defeat
I know
nothing
in the power lines
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black cloud
03:20
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a flurry of dead leaves
rattles and heaves
up against a sandstone column
rutted in the district for the autumn
it seems to follow everywhere I go
I got this black cloud
and around and around and around and around
it seems to follow everywhere I go
I got this black cloud
for the drive back alongside train
all lit up in orange in the sideways rain
the sunset reflecting in your mind's eye
they keep the pond dark with black dye
it seems to follow everywhere I go
I got this black cloud
and around and around and around and around
it seems to follow everywhere I go
I got this black cloud
and around and around and around and around
it seems to follow everywhere I go
I got this black cloud blocking out the glow
it seems to follow everywhere I go
but you never know, you never know
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picturebooks
01:29
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hours later
05:12
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the blinds are down, it's one or two
the afternoon will beat on through
the lazy boy, the living room
sunlit cinders hanging 'round a tomb
then I felt myself collapse
I became only dust
I was carried, I was laid out
I was buried in the fade out
disconnected, off the loop
crumpled on the front porch stoop
you came outside to find me there
a cup of tea, a breath of air
you ran your fingers through my hair
there is no reason why to care
we were just crushed beneath the open blue
I'm so alone
I'm here with you
then I felt myself collapse
I became only dust
I was carried, I was laid out
I was buried in the fade out
***
swimming up the sheets
up through quicksand
howl of the harsh wind
tossed you around
wrestling the pillow
sound of some beast
scratching at the window
calling us to look out
skeleton branches
silhouetted
catch the setting sun
hours later
catch the setting sun
oh, where did the time go?
our promised time go...
asleep
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