1. |
Luna
04:11
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I can hear the strangest music
Like a wind that breaks the branches
Lays the willows low like matches
And it leads me to the river
Down a narrow strand of silver
Singin' "What more can I offer you, boy?
What more can you offer me?"
And the song becomes a shroud,
In this embrace there is an end
There is an elegy
To the ones we used to be
Singin' "What more can I offer you, boy?
What more can you offer me?"
They said "What more can I offer you, boy?
What more can you offer me?"
In the beginning was the womb
Knitting flesh for the word
And the laws of man
Were weightless on the loom
I can hear the strangest music
Where the eddies from the fountain
Break this crescent into diamonds
And they ask "May I suggest
We lay our stories down?
This is an elegy
To the ones we used to be".
Singin' "What more can I offer you, boy?
What more can you offer me?"
They said "What more can I offer you, boy?
What more can you offer me?"
In the beginning was the womb
Knitting flesh for the word
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2. |
After the War
03:34
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After the war I let the enemy in
And I kissed him on the lips and said "welcome, friend"
We kicked off our boots,
We stood in the door for a spell
He said "Don't you even ask me where I've been
It takes a lot to hunt my shadow 'round the world,
I need a breather now and then"
After the war, things finally quieted down
Til we were droolin' for the next one to begin
We'll fight it fifty different ways
And wonder where we got it wrong
We'll ride the wheel like it's the only thing that pays
We'll keep holdin on, we'll hold on, we'll hold on
After the war
We all got bored
After the war
After the war, I let the enemy in
With victory runnin' thickly down his chin
We took in the view,
Gave both of our lawyers a call,
Struck a match and notified our next of kin
We'll fight it fifty different ways
And wonder where we got it wrong
We'll ride the wheel like it's the only thing that pays
We'll keep holdin on, we'll hold on, we'll hold on
It takes a lot to hunt my shadow 'round the world,
I need a breather now and then
After the war
We all got bored
After the war
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3. |
Shoot the Moon
04:57
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It's in the air today
The fire got the final say
The flood took the rest away
And in that quiet space
I swear you'll almost hear those muddy ashes sing
With the lights out
We can find another way
With the lights out
This isn't happening
The truth'll only getcha when your back is turned
That house you burned, it up and left you haunted
Shootin' at the moon until the moon came down,
Right out the sky, so proud
Like that was what you wanted
And in its silent way
The wind blows what's left
'Til it can finally bear to go
With the lights out
We can find another way
With the lights out
This isn't happening
The truth'll only getcha when your back is turned
That house you burned, it up and left you haunted
Shootin' at the moon until the moon came down,
Right out the sky, so proud
Like that was what you wanted
And babe, I dragged the ocean for the stones we threw,
I watched the black turn blue
'Neath that old deception
Somethin' passes over me from time to time,
It's just an empty sky,
It's just my own reflection
It's just my own reflection
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4. |
Mister Logical
03:43
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Mister Comical, why the long face?
Mister Punctual, why the long race?
You've been runnin' your mouth
Above the din of the war
Well I missed the parade, now I've no idea
What you're fighting for
Mister Logical, I can see what you are
And yes, I concede
That thoughts such as these
Could get you far
You weree born right on time
The stars are aligned in your lonely eyes
You're untouchable
You're impossible
You're a child, if only you knew
What have they done to you?
Mister Theatrical, where does the scenery end?
Mister Radical, where do the spokes fit in
To the hub of the wheel
Where we meet once again
Mister Logical, I can see what you are
And yes, I concede
That thoughts such as these
Could get you far
You weree born right on time
The stars are aligned in your lonely eyes
You're untouchable
You're impossible
You're a child, if only you knew
What have they done to you?
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5. |
The Pines
04:20
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I'm setting fires in my sleep again
I wake before the smoke can scar my lungs
It can't be helped if, when the lightning strikes,
It clears away the dying underbrush
There is this dream that leaves no trace when I awake
Except this mark upon my spine
And it calls me all the time as if
My other life were waiting in the pines
There is this dream in which the city lights go out
And I am free to cross the borderline
There is this pounding at the door
As if a stranger's come to tell me that I'm dying,
But I am free
As one who's never held a coin
I am free
To never know where I'll be bound
But it calls me all the time as if
My other life were waiting in the pines
Yes, it calls me all the time as if
My other life were waiting in the pines
As if the moment that the child beheld the moon
He knew he had his mother's eyes
So rise, oh rise Orion
Fall upon me, I am haunted here below
I am the reed that marks the wind
That blows beyond the highway's end
I am the river as it bends
Beneath the newly bloodied snow
But it calls me all the time as if
My other life were waiting in the pines
Yes, it calls me all the time as if
My other life were waiting in the pines
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6. |
The Guest House
05:19
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Leave the windows open
So the guests may come and go
And if you're passing my way
Come on n take it slow
Everyone is welcome, don't be shy
Everyone's invited, come on by
Leave the windows open
So the guests may come and go
Some may stay for hours,
The others, no on knows
Everyone is waiting just outside
No one really wants to say goodbye
When the river's high
And the sun is gone
When the river's high
And the sun is gone
You might be the last one standing, barely hangin' on
When the river's high
So leave it how you found it,
It's the only rule we know
Leave the windows open
So the guests may come and go
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7. |
I Still Dream
05:47
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Ain't it funny,
How the lights can change,
Can rearrange our faces?
They're at it again
Something like a memory
Stirs and takes its aim
As we all crowd the doorway
Naked as we came
Something puts the match to me,
(Breath of life, or lunacy?)
But I still dream,
A light on the balcony
Old bones
Dead leaves
The dream isn't done with me
Whisper through a steady rain
And tell me, friend,
What year it is
The sun will still be rising
On an old hell
On a new day
And ain't it funny,
How the lights stay the same?
You'll rearrange the deckchairs
And that'll have to be fine
And we will make the moon
One elegant shipwreck soon
But I still dream,
A light on the balcony
Old bones
Dead leaves
The dream isn't done with me
And I still dream,
In spite of everything
Oh lord, swing low,
God's vultures are circling,
Circling,
Circling,
Circling me
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Oliver Franklin Boulder, Colorado
Oliver Franklin is a songwriter, composer and performer from the Pacific Northwest who now lives in Colorado. His raw but literate songwriting is a consistent through line as his musical explorations wind through ambitious electronic settings, gritty folk noir and lush psychedelia. ... more
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