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Ghost
05:05
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voices fading through the walls
he's suddenly alone
there's a fever in his bones again
she died on her lover's bed
he carries her regrets
sinking in her covers
sleeping in her debt
he remembers when the ghost
rose from the ground
her shadow sprawling all around
until there was nothing else
until there was nothing else
but hers
shadows slip out from her dreams
onto the boulevard
they're never very far from me
she's taciturn as the buildings burn
she knows she cannot die
she lives in every lover
she lurks in all their lies
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2. |
We Rise
04:27
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Someone is waking from a dream
Escaping a realm so ill-conceived
From this world
Searching the chills for something pure
Learning the will of something more
Than this world
Someone was lucid in the real
Vexed from a human way to feel
Through this world
Drifting in tandem slow entwine
Fearing the randomness aligned
In this world
Someone is vivid in the real
Imbuing a human way to feel
Through this world
Resonance traces through the mind
Internal resound externalized
Through this world
Sing forth the round
Words are drowned
Words soft resound
Signs of who?
Signs of epitome
Prove
Someone is waking from a dream
Someone is waking from a dream
Someone is waking from a dream
Someone is waking up!
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She came to visit one pretty day in summertime
Held my hand and kissed me in the baggage line
We were together in the heat
A small adventure close to home
Our bodies touched, we grew apart and in the end I was alone
I'm alive, telling you why
Making it alright baby
Why don't you marry me
We'll run away
We could be happy there
In some other place
No matter what we do, we can't go back to where we started from
Though it might be nice if I could change my mind and turn the time back some
You painted pictures for me then and left them in the sun
I sang you songs to make you cry but you laughed at me when I was done
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Bullet
03:42
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My heart is well
But my body is weak
My eyes can't tell
What's right in front of me
They gave me the pills
To forget my name
That cured my ills
And taught me shame
I'm happy
No, no, really
'cause I got you
That's all I see
I got you
And
That's all that matters to me
There's places I
would rather be,
But I get the feeling
there ain't that much see
differently
It seems that everywhere you turn
You're either getting lost
Or you're getting crossed
You best learn
To know the difference
That's why
I've got you
We make love true
Yeah, it's the kind the world's
Been asking us to prove
Pocket's empty, a half-full glass
Got a place to put our haunted past
Away at last
It feels like a bullet
Feels like a bullet
Feels like a bullet
Is my way coming
Feels like a bullet
Is my way coming
I'll take the bullet
That's our way coming...
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6. |
Winter (Rough Session)
05:22
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7. |
Sleep (Rough Session)
08:46
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Poets & Peasants Galesburg, Illinois
Like an abandoned child raised by hippies, Poets and Peasants is the product of the tender love of a bunch of poor people with instruments. Comprised of nine multi-instrumentalists and choral singers sown in the Midwestern soil, the group's singable, anthem-like choruses combine with sophisticated arrangements to create a sound that both challenges and inspires. ... more
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