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Approaching Canaan
02:56
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So my muscles get stronger as my will gets weaker, hey hey
Ship steady on its course for cold disaster
The spit mind of a man part cartographer astrologer and ships captain
Only in a dark dark office do I feel ok.
So for now it's the wind and the waves and the throttle of desire
Gnawing from the back of my mind is the key to the map
So for now its the wind and and the waves and the throttle of desire
pushing my mind farther than it wants to go.
In the song of the workers in the belly of the ship
is the length of the night
In the steps of the workers walking underneathe the decks is the pulse of the day
Coming up to land and I feel alone in the breeze, hey hey
And the shape is familiar and the shape is strange as a dream in day
now the reaper might grab me or touch me with his wand
to make me a silver goose in the autumn sky
to make me a silver goose in the autumn sky
In the song of the workers in the belly of the ship
is the length of the night
In the steps of the workers walking underneathe the decks is the pulse of the day
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2. |
Come to Me in My Sleep
04:19
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We fall asleep in the silver green tonight
(we fall asleep in the silver green … )
like snake scales, glisten in the moonlight.
We lay in the tangled weeds, the best bed for us
(we lay in tangled weeds, the best bed . . .)
like micah glistens
in the concrete,
we reflect the mirrored sun
Thoughts roll off the table
fall out of my mouth
become golden tigers
that stalk through the valley, whispering
‘We are the same’
To fall asleep
alone with me, are you scared?
The tigers are out
looking for us, and I don’t know
what this world will come to
But it will come to me in my sleep.
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3. |
Grace in Space
03:20
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Falling through space, what a day
what would you say
once the capsule's busted anyway
Please don't look up I swear you'll know something's wrong with the sky
A helmet's glint oh why, do I tell myself these lies.
But we'll never get far enough with the old ways
The pattern is burnt and we can't put it back
No, we'll never get far enough with the old ways.
Take a swim through a cold cruel, map spiraling
as old familiar blue is racing away, do you rue the day
you said it meant more to travel than to stay
oh, it's so beautiful
can't your heart somehow hear me say
But we'll never get far enough with the old ways
The pattern is burnt and we can't put it back
No, we'll never get far enough with the old ways.
So fall into night on the back of a bird
So silent its wings not a sound can be heard
but my eyes are too wide and my vision is blurred
but we don't fight..
as every familiar thing winks out of sight
instead is replaced by bright bands of light
I close my eyes and somehow you're still waiting
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4. |
Jovian
02:46
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With one final endorphin rush he let his tehters fall
and his body floats helplessly up from the ocean
your nightmares only needed you to unfold
they'd been waiting in the hold
now his body floats hopefully up from the ocean
I do want this so badly
to be truly alone
with just the currents whirling
features around me
Jet pack propulsion pushes him
up throug the milk thick atmosphere
with no thoughts to the girls or bars back home
your nightmares only needed you to unfold
they'd been seeds, set to burst
now you know how to explain that
humming in your head
who'd have guessed he's the medium?
Pandora's box inscribed as human
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He just drinks beers, doesn’t really eat
Doesn’t really need to she don’t remember him
Maybe he didn’t like her that much
Anyhow, going through all this old stuff
Taking pictures off the walls, leaves a crack in the paint
Leaves a crack in his one night numbers, leaves a hole in his mouth
and he thinks it’ll be a while
Thinks it’ll be a while.
Now, come on girl, don’t you want to go out with me?
Slip through mirrors or slide down glass
This isn’t a city really, just the parts your imagination left out
That now breathe to life
Try not to slip on memories
Take my hand – you know....
Hey -
They say on this rooftop you can see everything perfectly
Just two bright stars against all the rest
smack into the night sky.
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6. |
Lancelot's Conversion
04:16
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Crawl at last to the water and wait
Call up names of the dead from beautiful estate
it's echoed all through the halls I think I've heard
enough by now
don't believe them at all
In clothes of rust
stained from within
will the waters restore
what I lost giving in
Take this liar here
Gorgeous in sins we all know
its best to act wicked as you can
and hope that your heart don't follow
I forgot all of my best friends' names
yesterday night, you didnt realize
it was the best thing that I'd ever had
'Cause it was just myself for a minute or two
See her smile and the meadow's a waste
calls up sins of the skin, such beautiful disgrace
its etched on each of my cells
I think I've seen enough by now
To throw myself down
In clothes of white
to let it all go
will these waters reveal
what I tried not to show
Take this liar here
Gorgeous in sins we all know
its best to act wicked as you can
and hope that your heart don't follow
I forgot all of my best friends' names
yesterday night, you didnt realize
it was the best thing that I'd ever had
Cause it was just myself for a minute or two
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7. |
Relativity
04:54
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So we walk through grave sites and monuments
on a cold fall day
We don't talk, everything's consequence
tumbles in the fray
of leaves and desires. Our shoes and cold toes
remind me of films, I see explorers on ice flows.
And you wont hear what I say . .
Am I dark am I dreaming
Can I travel the arc
believing in breath and relativity?
I've never seen full portraits done
in color on the stone
and like beings, stone humans stand
blue black against the sun.
I don’t pray, I just dream of falling through the ground
I don’t pray, I just fall through the ground.
Am I dark, am I dreaming
Can I recognize the arc
Believing in breath and relativity?
Do some wait for Jesus Christ to rouse their white bones?
Or do some wait for…
Do some feel the loving footfalls of their remnants above the ground?
Do I dark, do I dreaming
Do I travel the arc
My body un-breathing, electricity . .
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8. |
Wait Until Spring
03:19
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Oh I'll wait until spring til she comes as she said
or I'll reckon the words in my head
or I'll wait until fall, all the leaves they are dead
sweet reckoning so soon will come
sweet reckoning also will come
Take away -
my love
Take away -
The lad daily went down to the port of his town
where the great ships came barging in
his voice was so soft all his words they were lost
but I think he was seeking his love
I think he was seeking his love
Take away -
My love
Take away -
Spin the wheel, it turns black - all the saints turn their backs
on us sinners stuck so far behind them
but nothing has cost, so nothing is lost
nothing's creeping up beside their beds
nothing troubles their sweet sleepy heads
Take away -
My love
Take away -
The Speakers are cattails alone on the flats some
miles and miles between them
their words are stones denting the ground
when I walk through I fear we are wed
when I stalk through the lands of the dead.
Take away
my love
take away
She was born, she was raised, it's time she was engaged
like the lullabies her mother told her
there is summer and fall, a soul, seasons, us all
what I do not believe I must refrain - from
what I do not believe I must refrain.
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9. |
We Might Break
04:23
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Falling asleep or staying awake
either way i'm waiting for you
it's never enough it's never enough
there's always a chance that we might break
this floor is so old, I fell in a hole
half way out, do you see me now?
My feet below, the ocean below
I can look right through, right through -
I stayed up too late the pages are worn
of this book I'll never give to you
it's the saddest story i've ever seen,
it's beautiful
you're holding your stomach looking away
don't look right through me
it will be all right it'll be ok
I just know, I just do -
I'm always tired, I'm always tired
you know it's true
even when I think i'm awake I might be dreaming
I think I should lie down
I turn my cheek away from the sun
there's something we must do
Let's rip this house to pieces, board by board
I think we're ready for something new.
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Eli Wise Oakland, California
Mythology set to music by the Oakland band. Vocal harmonies, ethereal guitars, and driving rhythm.
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