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Fools Beneath the Sun
06:20
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They called it a victory
5 footsteps into their march
colored banners flying proud flying high
higher than the wind should allow
And marching on without a pause
Their own scraping steps their sole applause
As treadworn boots pound the bootworn ground down
Nothing but the same old paths
That other fools have found
Marching to the beat
Of not yet written songs
About battles not yet won
About Fools Beneath the Sun
They float on their revelry
Like clouds over miles of sea
but what kind of thunder clouds are those which never bring the rain
They float on their revelry
Like clouds over miles and miles of sea
They twirl their guns like pinwheels in the wind
spinning yarns as long as the day
placing bets and tossing dice as they gamble everything away
all beneath the shade of olive trees
and marching on toward the eastern sky to find the place where the sun and heroes rise
without a cause instead they seek a prize
as true as a mirage to thirsty eyes
that's never to be reached
Marching to the beat
Of not yet written songs
About battles not yet won
About Fools Beneath the Sun
Brave man, why do you hide behind? Why do you hide?
Brave man, why do you hide behind? Why do you hide?
Marching to the beat
Of not yet written songs
About battles not yet won
About Fools Beneath the Sun
Brave man, why do you hide?
Brave man, why do you hide?
Brave man, why do you hide behind a gun??
They said that they'd set you free
Free from the bonds and chains
They said that they'd set you free
They said that they'd set you free
They said that they'd set you free
They said that they's set you free
Free from the bonds and chains.
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Golden Pudding
03:32
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Little Bird
04:39
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Hey Little Bird I know you're flying free
but Little Bird will you ever fly back to me
Don't fly out too far over the sea
Or settle down with another lonley tree
I'll keep your nest as long as you are gone
I'd sing alone but the clouds will hum along
Sing again
Miss me in your dreams
I still wait
As hopeless as it seems
I still recall your lilting melody
That morning song I heard to join the breeze
I've weathered storms and seen the clouds roll past
10,000 raindrops fell where you slept last
I wish you'd said goodbye my Little Bird,
but the flutter of your wings was all I heard
Sing again
Miss me in your dreams
I still wait
As hopeless as it seems
Hey Little Bird I know you're flying free
Hey Little Bird I know you're flying free
Hey Little Bird I know you're flying free
but Little Bird will you ever fly back to me
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Last Dance
05:05
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You stole your heart away
before I had the chance
You stole your heart away
long before this dance
This catatonic romance
was some kind of disease
This catatonic last dance
found me at my knees
Shattered windows
built only to be broken
Shattered sweetness
continuously spoken
You stole your heart away
before I had the chance
You stole your heart away
long before this dance.
My trembling hands
groping toward the door
Your trembling lust
compelling more and more
My poor poor love
shackles you won't bear
Your poor poor love for me
like acid to the air
You stole your heart away
before I had the chance
You stole your heart away
long before this dance.
Maybe it's the friction between us
that keeps us from sliding apart
but maybe it's the fiction between us
And like a stitch between silk and stone
I thought you were
the key to change my world
But you were
nothing but a girl
You stole your heart away
before I had the chance
You stole your heart away
long before this dance.
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Dogwood Blossom
04:08
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Down by, Down by the river station
we'd sit
Countless hours passing by like
Dogwood Blossoms
that the river carried to the sea
Oh my love, I'd give you the sea
But you don't like the sound of waves
Fawning on the shore
Love will choose it's course
And powerless we're designed to get swept away
You may say it's better to love and lose than never love at all
But a heart in love has a world to lose
Floating on and held in someone
else's embracing arms and I know
La da da da da
They say all rivers run to the sea
Why won't your river flow into me?
They say all rivers run to the sea
Why won't your river flow into me?
Oh my love I'd give you my heart even if you won't give yours back to me
Oh my love I'll give you my heart
even though I know you won't give yours back to me.
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Baobab
04:40
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Barkeep beneath a baobab
a garden 'twixt his eyes
fed them drinks of rare rain water
fed dreams of sky
that barkeep beneath a baobab
a river 'twixt his eyes
sat and smiled, turned and tilled...
his garden left behind
though he never cast them out
nevertheless they leave
they make up a fiction feminine
of anger and of fear
so East of Eden
and just South of Hell
the barkeep he sees them go
reciprocal round, tortuous bound,
and cast of sins sown
He's cried two rivers for your garden!
He's cried two rivers for your garden!
He's cried two rivers for your garden!
Solitary shriveled man
cries two rivers
for his patrons' flight
but he smiles serine in sight
drawn in between those eyes
knowing gardens kept and fires alight
rest everyone
rest everyone inside
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Sierva
07:22
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Gabriel Garcia Sierva Marquez
pedler of love, scorner of shame
he walked the streets collecting pesos for his dame
calling his monkey by name
Cayenato!
Cayenato sat upon the dinner table but took to using silver
he covered his head with a sombrero come siesta
in winter he feigned a shiver
Gabriel and Cayenato, the angel and the beast
walking the streets, raising funding for a feast
in the bosom of Black Diamond Bay
in the bosom of Black Diamond Bay
Gabriel Garcia Sierva Marquez, he loved his monkey more than the fame
he never put the boy in danger except for running down the game
(which he called the dames)
Now Gabriel was born simply Garcia Marquez
but the love of his life took him to changin' his name
Sierva! Oh Sierva!
Oh she with the miles India-Pale hair
with beads round her wrist like the reigns on a mare
Sierva! Oh Sierva!
Gabriel Garcia Sierva Marquez took to plenty of women
but none to whom he would tame
he would walk in the streets with Cayenato
trading Simian tricks to buy a bouquet of rose for Maria
for Marie
for Marcia
for Marcie
for the death of his lover did not love in him kill
just ruin
forever
the questing to grant him fill
from Sierva!
oh she with the miles India-Pale hair
with beads round her wrist like the reigns through his hair
Sierva, your true love runs mad in the streets
he is scowling, he is frothing at all that he meets
Oh watch now, dream angel, for your lover's friend has fever
of a rabid world alive with the bite of the season
Cayenato! Oh Cayenato!
Cayenato stood between the mastiff and his master
sensing all things wrong, he prepared for the hereafter
As the dog lunged, he scraped 'round, left Cayenato bleeding on the ground
for the love of his master, his mother, his pere,
that monkey gave his health for Gabriel's breath of air
and the rabid dog slipped away
to die in the sands of that street the next day
Cayenato, Garcia cared for as if he were a son
though business partners truly, like a gangster to his gun
Cayenato went mad
raving on his feet
Garcia knew the time was coming fleet on its feet
Oh it's death he would meet!
to Cayenato he thought it would treat
to the journey, to the nothing, to the everything, or the worms
or the sweet place he heard his mother sing of, he remembered to Cayenato
every praised word
of a vision
of a dream
but he ended up mumbling
just like in his sleep
of Sierva
of Sierva
oh Sierva
oh Sierva...
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Grass and Moss
01:45
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Fearless
04:07
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The night was dark and the hidden moon
cast no shadows for us to hide in
nor shadows for us to run from
But we ran.
And so we dream,
without a word exchanged or glance behind
to what we're running from or why.
Waiting for the sun to climb
And pull the stubborn curtains from our eyes.
This dream is ours
so why do we tire ourselves
running from the life
that one day cathces up to us
Standing at the edge of night
Fearlessly we leap together
And we fly...
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