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If you would only start to live one moment at a time,
You would, I think, be startled by the things that you would find. Like scents you never noticed, and many subtle sounds Like colors in the landscape and textures on the town Then the winds would lift you up into the sky above. Where you'd be treated to a view of everything you love. (Everything you love. Everything you love.) And if the moment passes, you should try it once again For if you do it right you'll find the moment never ends. If you would stop and notice that we number every day But allow the many moments left uncounted slip away You dont have to count them, just enjoy them one by one And things would take a different hue and sparkle in the sun The winds would lift you up into the sky. The winds would lift you up into the sky above Where you would see a trail of treasure, memories you love A rainbow record of the thoughts and moments you've enjoyed Arcs behind the Earth as spectral colors in the void. |
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| 2. |
| 4:58 |
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Undecided, undefined
Undisturbed, yet undermind Relocated, not retired Reprimanded and rewired Mystified and misshapen Misinformed, but not mistaken Reinvented, redefined Rearranged, but not refined Unrelenting, understroked Undeterred, yet unprovoked Reinvented, redefined Rearranged, but not refined Mystified and misshapen Misinformed, but not mistaken Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undisturbed, but undermind Relocated, not retired Reprimanded and rewired Mystified and misshapen Misinformed, but not mistaken Reinvented, redefined Rearranged, but not refined Unrelenting, understroked Undeterred, yet unprovoked Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undisturbed, but undermind Relocated, not retired Reprimanded and rewired Mystified and misshapen Misinformed but not mistaken Reinvented, redefined Rearranged, but not refined Unrelenting, understroked Undeterred, yet unprovoked Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined Undecided, undefined |
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| 3. |
| 2:26 |
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When I see the connection
Though I see I don't stare Though I see I don't stare When I'm lost in my reflection Though I see I don't stare Though I see I don't stare Then I change my direction One foot follows the other One foot follows something new 'Cause I need some protection And I'm scared I could lose it If I stare, you'll be gone When I need some attention Though I see I don't stare Though I see I don't stare When I'm lost in my reflection Though I see I don't stare Though I see I don't stare |
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| 4. |
| 6:24 |
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A song I heard the ocean sing
A shining light in darkness deep I prayed a prayer into the tide And both they soothed me in my sleep For every season that has passed I prayed a prayer into the tide A shining light in darkness deep In me ten years before the mast For every season that has passed I laid my body o'er the side A shining light in darkness deep I prayed a prayer into the tide How can I answer questions I've known? A song I heard the ocean sing A shining light in darkness deep Ten years before the mast I heard the ocean sing |
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| 5. |
| 5:02 |
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Northern dilemma
Call of the cold The arms of the arctic begin to unfold Sit in a circle facing the sun Get what you can now Winter is on Truth on condition Never dig deep Solemn reminders as groundwaters seep Into foundations, centers of joy To weaken and crumble Search and destroy Light up the city Hiding so strange You'd better take cover It's love at close range Oh solo mission Cover of dark Army of one now, don't let down your guard Sit in a circle facing the sun Soak it in while you can Winter is on I got no answer but you've got no call Just can't compete with the weight of it all Silent treatment Stone in the rain Bright, shining doorway Try to remain Northern dilemma Call of the cold The arms of the arctic begin to unfold |
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| 6. |
| 3:34 |
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Listen now I'm talking
I've been for weeks Waiting in this growing crowd Staring at my feet The world around me's turning I'm just standing still The time has come for changes Do something or I will I'm a feather in a storm I'm a raindrop in the sea If I don't get enough of you I'm a lighter shade of me Sisters, brothers all around you There's a devil in the crowd Meet his eye and it's the end of time If you're praying don't be loud It's crowded in the lowlands But the fools stay on the hill You control us now You have the reins Do something or we will So show us why we came here Before we lay on the ground Give it to us loud and clear Make the devil turn around The world around me's turning I'm just standing still The time has come for changes Do something or I will It's crowded in the lowlands But the fools stay on the hill You control us now You have the reins Do something or we will So show us why we came here Before we lay on the ground Give it to us loud and clear Make the devil turn around The world around me's turning I'm just standing still The time has come for changes Do something or I will The time has come for changes do something or I will The time has come for changes Do something or I will |
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| 8. |
| 4:08 |
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Nothing's ensconced
Nothing's entrenched Nothing's entangled or twisted or wrenched Everything smoothly flows right through my head What I hoped might linger is swept off instead Tunnels and channels and chasms and rifts Shiny smooth streams and unclimbable cliffs I see you there ever so slowly being drawn to the sea As if by some signal that's unheard by me I stand on a featureless sheet of blue stone And then for one instant I'm not quite alone Your hand is extended but then you rescind And you like my thoughts are borne off by the wind. |
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| 9. |
| 3:46 |
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Aaaahhh, oooohhh
Ten mountains stand tall Nine seasons since fall Eight eons of sand Seven oceans began Now there is none No more light from the sun Now waters run free No more fish in the sea One more name on the slate One less minute to wait Too busy to see Two versions of me One more bottle is dry One less reason to try One more name on the slate One less minute to wait Too busy to see Two versions of me One more bottle is dry One less reason to try Six feet underneath Five fingers don't reach Four seconds it seems For all of our dreams Three oceans away Two children at play Too busy to see Two versions of me Two versions of me Two versions of me Two versions of me |
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| 10. |
| 2:39 |
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The first time I came over I was bitten by your dog
You weren't even there 'cause you were walking in the fog I call you up and plead and beg and talk to your machine My friends say not to bother when you're acting pretty mean But I don't need to botehr you, no I won't play that part I just want access to the inside of your heart Access to your thoughts on the way that I should be So I could start to cvhange and maybe you could access me Access me You could tell me all about all the things you did at work The guy who sits beside you and how he's acting like a jerk And if you don't have to open up the secrets of your soul But if that's the place you want me I'd be glad to pay the toll |
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| 11. |
| 5:06 |
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If you would only start to live one moment at a time,
You would, I think, be startled by the things that you would find. Like scents you never noticed, and many subtle sounds Like colors in the landscape and textures on the town Then the winds would lift you up into the sky above. Where you'd be treated to a view of everything you love. (Everything you love. Everything you love.) And if the moment passes, you should try it once again For if you do it right you'll find the moment never ends. If you would stop and notice that we number every day But allow the many moments left uncounted slip away You dont have to count them, just enjoy them one by one And things would take a different hue and sparkle in the sun The winds would lift you up into the sky. The winds would lift you up into the sky above Where you would see a trail of treasure, memories you love A rainbow record of the thoughts and moments you've enjoyed Arcs behind the Earth as spectral colors in the void. |
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| 13. |
| 6:41 |
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Sometimes when the evening's young
The wind dies down, the setting sun Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine And fills the oceans with red wine The trees, the sky, the forest fair Bring a flavor to the air I raise my glass and in a while You answer with a secret smile Hold on, hold on to me An airborne leaf that landed near Has carried Dionysus here He'll slip away but only when He sees our glasses filled again |
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| 14. |
| 0:59 |
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Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind
I can bend in sixty-eight ways I have lived for twelve thousand days Twenty-eight teeth inside my head Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind |
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