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Roots To Open The Parade
Roots
Roots
Roots
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Residency (An Application)
I’ll apply for a residency somewhere across the sea
where no one knows me I’ve got to get out of this city
somewhere where I can breath
It’s just your factual smile
it’s the golden mile
the things you thought you’d let go of when you were a child
oh but how they all come back around
and you can’t let them down
so you try your best to hold them up
but all they want is what you got
it's the cold stream of the shower
your millionth hour
how can I collect your powers and bottle them
It’s just a wasted try you’ve been trying all your life
just take your mothers advice
and put the loving aside
for the dogs at night they don’t need your strife
and I can’t stick around and wait for you to let it set in
that this is your life and it’s already began to begin with rigor
just wait for the day to set in before you say your done let’s make an escape
And I’m not thinking about the flowers by the side of the road
While your dreams are the colors of gold
and the cold smoke that you sweat its just a bet and this is not atlantic city
oh gee but sure your pretty
but I just don’t have the time to waste
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Can I Be Saved
04:36
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Can I Be Saved
The homeless mile
the hungry flight
a poets smile
a wounded blight
Who tries to reach where the colors are
Who tries to preach but never gets too far
and all the greats they melt away
into the fading of the day
and all the heroes that could never be
turn up unsung in history
Whose notebooks are filled with stones
whose stories were never told
have a way of turning cold
fade away into the old
yellow roots with which they hold
they turn to ghosts
and I’ve been trying to comprehend
what is the saving grace at hand
and is there a way to escape the noise
and keep my head filled with joy
but artist is soon forgot
left to rot in a mind filled with thought
Who will brave the floods
who cries when the last words are sung
who’s heart is a mess of wires
who creates for love alone
show me where you’ve flown
whose lips are the colors of the rain
who has the strength to brave this pain
who can combat the passing waves
whose heart never drifts away
whose love will remain
whose love will remain
whose love will remain
who hears the million whispers
of the hungry
of the thirsty
of the restless
of the lonely
of the unheard
of the unhearing
and it will be this way
until the day
you rid yourself of all your bearing fruits
and all your colorless abscesses
and your guilty faults
and the vacant pains
and you look to the boundless sky
and ask
can I be saved?
can I be saved?
and can I float into the embers of this burning fire?
and let go of my body and my heart strings?
and still feel alive?
and walk through the morning misty dew?
on the morning painted new?
one day
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While I Slept
03:10
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While I Slept
Ramona brings me flora and then with it comes the rain
and I am out in the fauna trying to remember my name
when late last night I awoke I couldn’t remember who I was
there were three different angels who perched there head above my bed
and one of them wrapped me in my robes around my head
and the other took my arm and moved them down into water
and the third look me in the eyes and said,
“son, this is yours to keep, don’t forget that whilst you sleep.”
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To Understand The Rain
04:44
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To Understand the Rain
I’ve seen the artist try
with no one to stand by
to get at some ultimate truth
and depict the holiness of you
go leave your innocence with youth
you don’t stand a chance
it’s hard to speak the truth
when all they want are fruits
And I’ve seen that woman cry
because her husband died
his voice so crystal clear
Is his spirit somehow near?
are there angels among us
to bring us towards our sacred rest
to the sacred mother’s breast
sometimes I’m full up with regrets
and feeling lost in the stretch
of time unto infinity
where the body meets the heavenly
is there something inside me
to deliver me
where do the innocent hide
they’re gone with the tide
there’s no place left to try
have all the artists died?
They’ll cut you from the side
till you have no voice at all
so all you do is crawl
like the waste down the hall
until your nothing at all
just unfaithful and small
I’ve seen the artist die
with no voice heard or tried
who never had a voice at all
or the place to call a home
to speak clearly to millions
and have the privilege of visions
and angels among them
is it a burden to love, then?
where do the poets stand
alone with their visions of magic
and there life force so tragic
can such a voice be heard
I’ve seen the artist die
before he had the space to breath
or the time to speak clearly
or the room to speak freely
while the tongues of fathers
beget tongues of daughters
it’s lonely in the gutter
among the moaning lovers
and I have seen love die
in the blink of an eye
to be gone tonight
in the darkness of the flight
and I’ve seen them wince there eyes
and cry, they all just cry
the poets and there visions
to never reach the millions
of hearts soaked in cerulean
colors that could make you whole again
and soaked in the rain
can I one day understand my pain
and be born again
to understand the rain
to understand the rain
to understand the rain
to understand the rain
to understand the rain
to understand the rain
to understand the rain
to understand the rain
to understand the rain
and be born again
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6. |
Pablo's Street
04:17
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Pablo’s Street
You aint no mercenary
and they don’t have any mercy for me
shouting I aint read to be buried
put up in a museum and hung to see
and all their hauntings at me
sooner or later they’ll destroy me
how you look from your window
with your hair a blanket of curls
you’re staring out your window
painting colors on the streets below
on the poor angels that waltz by
you aint there no where to find
dreaming about the valleys and the streams of peoples eyes
as you move them through the street
and you look up at the stars
the cold pale stars
with neither love nor hate
with neither reason nor fate
just hung there
and you left to wait
I know it’s hard to look back
at all your work in retrospect
there’s not a stream of time running east to west
through your windowed heart
you wonder what you have left
to show, you’ve played it all bare
did you gain something with each year that passed
so that for every time you cried
with your Pablo Picasso eyes
that you created something you could at last
love yourself for
or was it all for nothing
and the first circle you ever drew was the most beautiful thing
you will ever create in the long and restless street of your life
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Learning to Swim (Part 1)
Now I’m moving up
and now I’m moving back down
and now I’m moving up
and now I’m moving back down
and now I’m trying to make you hear me
and now I’m trying to make me hear myself
and now I’m up
and now I’m trying to make you glow
and now I’m walking through the door
and now I’m walking around the room
and I’ve just picked up my notebook
With your images all flying around
and the world that you said would bring you down
but gladly your still around and no one ever
carry me east towards the raging sea
by the wild beast who whispers my name
truly whispers my name
In the old blue car carry me out east
towards the ravage beast
who eats the growing thoughts that I sometimes let escape
Take care of me
When I’m set free
Will you take care of me
When I’m set free
Will you take care of me
when I’m set free
Will you take care of me
when I’m set free
Howl
Howling
Become Unbound so now
will you wash
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8. |
I'm Turning (Part 2)
03:32
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I’m Turning (Part 2)
me over
wash like a sheet
wash like something new
wash like something new
turning
I will keep each day a mystery
standing out by the frozen sea
can I ever truly be
what it is I want to be
And I’m turning into something
with pearly teeth
and a thousand arms
and a hungry smile
and a million miles
and I recollect my health points
cause they’re pointing north
towards the freeway
and see I have found you
now I will never go back
a mystery
a vast world
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Do the Birth Dance (Part 3)
All at once Forming thoughts
forming sounds from your stomach
rise from the ground
the seeds you planted
In the stomach of the earth
Little creatures rise from the dirt
All at once I became unmapped
no match no turning back
I guess I have to grow
I guess I’ll never know
I guess I’ll have to show
little creatures in the snow
Will we ever know
just how the meek shall rise
(I want to be in a million paces all at once
I want to be in a pieces
like the sea
I want to be in a million pieces
spread out like the sea
I want to be in a million pieces
spread out like spread through
I want to be in a million pieces
I want to inhabit here and here
And now I’m gong up
and now I’m going down
and now I’m trying to make you glow
and now I’m trying to make me hear myself
and now I’m writing down by thoughts in my notebook
Just as they come to me
I’m writing down my thoughts in my notebook)
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Celebration Reprise
Will you take care of me
When I’m set free
Will you take care of me
When I’m set free
Will you take care of me
When I’m set free
Will you take care of me
When I’m set free
Will you take care of me
When I’m set free
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11. |
Forming Sounds
05:06
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Forming Sounds
I
sunrise hits and never cared before
these times times comes wraping at the door
you were a kid with hope
living out your days in the snow
forming forming sounds
with no one else around
a language only you had known
II
I sit in silent silent circles
was driven from the dead
I walked in languished forests
I am followed down
and forming sounds
I still can’t speak their language
there means are foreign still
to capture something about this feeling
and hold it in me still
I was hungry then
still hungry now
I wrote a letter to you
didn’t think much about what I said
I wrote a song for heartbeats
was drunken in my head and said
I was younger then
somehow younger now
I thought I knew the difference as if just lines across
I screamed I fought off the resistance
words in my head I failed I said it
and I knew so much
somehow nothing now
forming forming forming forming forming forming forming
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