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Follower
02:42
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To be all ever knowing
tho we change still not growing
what we feel never showing
only lies ever knowing
in the sea of never feeling
doesn't death seem so appealing
In the citadel of dreaming
unaware of unheard screaming
flashin' lights which are beaming
thru the eyes never gleaming
thru the gold the scent is reeking
only truth is what i'm seeking
you are the follower
I am the messenger
they were the conquerors
they know I've come to meet her
all along the wayward skies
of the innocence which dies
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Traces
02:18
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did it seem off to you
did it seem strange
that i would not follow
and that i should change
(well) it's traces-- between the lies of the age
did it upset you
did you want to cry
when I had to tell you
all your friends would die?
It's shadows-- between the crutch of a lie
can you sleep soundly
can you still dream
without seeing their bodies
and hearing them scream
it's darkness-- plaguing the eyes of the dream
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3. |
Can I Get A Witness?
03:22
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Can I get a witness
to borrow back my time
Can I get a witness
to keep me from the crime
Can I get a witness
to pay off all my dues
Can I get a witness
to end this awful muse
Can I find a woman
and make her sad and cry
Can I find a lady
and tell her some sweet lies
Can find an answer
in the darkness of the night
Can I find an answer
in the air beneath the kite
Can I know the reasons
why people cheat and lie
can I find the reasons
why others live and die
Can I get a witness
to see the rising sun
Can I get a witness
to let me know i've won
Can I get a witness
that I can call my friend
Can I get a witness
from now until the end
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4. |
The Laughing Eye
02:46
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The laughing eye is a frame of mind
sorting through phases of mazes inside
The laughing eye shines brightest on thee
and those who can’t learn but yearn to see
chorus:
Laugh Laugh Laughing eye
Don’t ex pect me to cry
Laugh laugh laughing eye
never ask you don’t know why
The laughing eye feels out of place
on a suitable face but it leaves no trace
the laughing eye burns from within
its hot to the skin but its colder than sin
Chorus
The laughing eye is a frame of mind sorting
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5. |
Wrecked
06:30
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Are you feeling wrecked
are you feeling dead
have you ever checked
what's in your head
the soul of a man
sheltered in the shadows
the strength of a hand
reachin' thru the morrow
are you feeling wrecked
are you feeling dead
have you ever checked
what's in your head
the soul of a man
sheltered in the shadows
the strength of a hand
reachin' thru the morrow
Are you feeling wrecked
are you feeling dead
have you ever checked
what's in your head
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6. |
Untitled
03:24
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Backwards Tables Lyin' on the floor
they're staring uncaring asking you for more
what are you to them-- you're just a pigeon or
I don't know what you're thinking but you better turn the page
there's a dreadful thing inside of us-- what our parents they call rage
Lying in ashes scattered on desert sand
invest in evil and you lose your command
well don't look now they've lost another man
is this really what you want? To live in lies and dread
the shadow's on your wall and you're bleeding from your bed
the water spouting siren sings the song
of why he's always right and never wrong
are you brave enough to follow him along
to the grave of paradise where dreams go when they're done
where it's colder than the icecap but hotter than the sun
Well don't be afraid to be inside that land
where black is white and music plays the band
where evil's searing flame melts thru your hands
where shadows reign supreme and you lose your control
Of your body mind and spirit-- your very mortal soul
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7. |
Box Ridge Canyon
04:13
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Drivin down a dusty road
lookin for a new abode
all around me a desert scene
only brown and nothin green
sun is beatin down my head
starving but i've just been fed
traveling with no place to go
genius but so much to know
Goin' back to box ridge canyon
that's where my baby used to say
she saw a native settlement
just over 15 miles away
Goin' back to box ridge canyon
that's where a man can roam free
Goin' back to box ridge canyon
will you still be there for me
Drivin down a narrow road
carryin a heavy load
sun so bright sky so high
sure of nothin sure am I
saw you standing in the rain
nothing lost no more to gain
together still but still alone
we venture to the outer zone
Goin' back to box ridge canyon
that's where those tumbleweeds roll long
goin' back to that old cabin
I know it's there that we belong
Goin' back to box ridge canyon
That's where those eagles fly so true
Goin' back to box ridge canyon
Can I go along with you?
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8. |
Famine
04:30
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Black dirt frozen from the snow
worthless toiling to never know
struggling to make crops grow
in the fog it's no scarecrow
turning back on a bleaker night
tryna think about what's right
starving child your own son's plight
you miss the turn and you see the light
Struggling hard to work the soil
burning fires left to broil
smoky stew the beans in foil
pain like a snake in a bitter coil
See the broken family's death
the father's gone-- the son's on meth
the little girl named Mary Beth--
the youngest child draws her last breath
Still the rain falls from our skies
still the tears run from our eyes
still the starving children die
still the leaders tell us lies
Are you mad at what you've seen
at all the youth that could have been
after the bloodlust got obscene
after the young bones were pick clean
On this Earth it's hard to wait
for soil to grow and choose your fate
while black clouds cover all these states
and the dustbowl echoes at our gates
elders on the mountain said
we need a while to rest our head
so let us all now go to bed
underneath the shining shed
(come on)
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9. |
Alaskan Blues
04:23
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Never been a song for a place so cold
where ground was scarred as men searched for gold
never been a place where the people go
into the night way down below
never was a time when you could turn back
as oil rises up like a shadow black
never in this world was a place so bleak
where man was dead and the strong were weak
in the morning comes the sun
the grey begins and the dark is done
the cold merges it into one
Frost it comes on a frozen shell
encasing all in living hell
you take a shot at birds that fly
into the ever darkening sky
and in the shadows your mind rots
ensnared in corrupt living plots
The body's frozen and the soul is caught
the grey makes it seem all for not
in the morning comes the sun
the grey begins and the dark is done
the cold merges it into one
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10. |
Memories
03:08
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When I cross thru that old valley
thinking bout the days gone by
I recall memories of you
and I stare and wonder why
I recall our times together
days we laugh and sang and played
and although my heart does linger
we both knew I couldn't stay
In the fog of my old memories
I recall all of the times
when tomorrow was forever
and it was so very fine
thru the bookends of this story
all the conquests and the tales
the theme lingers of this journey
and my friends who never failed
As the fire slowly subsides
and the stars shine in the sky
I will forget none of my friendships
I'll watch em grow until I die
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