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Snow Blind
03:06
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The winter winds
have covered my tracks in the snow.
Don't know where you came from,
don't know where to go,
it's a desert of sorts just out your front door.
Where can I go, where can I run?
Where can I go, where can I run?
Trusting myself has lost it's fun,
Where can I go where can I run?
Are you still my compass?
For magnetic north's got a half a mind to pack up and leave me.
Throw my world off it's axis,
but now's no time to throw it to the wind.
Where can I go where can I run?
Where can I go where can I run?
Sky above, sea below,
where can I go, where can I run?
Where can I go, where can I run?
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2. |
Evergreen
03:10
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I'm starting to believe that my baby is an evergreen,
content with growing older,
but never letting go of things.
So sharpen your axes and take up your torch.
She's wounded, the fact is, she's bitter by choice.
To cut her down would only turn heads,
heads I've severed long before tonight.
My words are axes, rudders if you like.
Are you a hydra looking for a fight?
And she will grow, this one she was built to last,
through the violence and the bitter cold,
the bane of Mother Nature's fold.
So sharpen your axes and take up your torch.
She's wounded, the fact is, she's bitter by choice.
To cut her down would only turn heads,
heads I've severed long before tonight.
My words are axes, rudders if you like.
Are you a hydra looking for a fight?
To cut her down would only turn heads,
heads I've severed long before tonight.
I can see for miles I'm not the only one,
she will undo me 'til my season's done.
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3. |
Dying Man
04:28
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From my eyes not four feet above the floor,
to your arms painted crudely with stories of the war,
they would lift me to your knees,
they would lift me to your knees,
not too rough, not carefully, but somewhere in between.
From my skin, my skin, my weary cheeks and hands,
where your kisses land like aeroplanes that are piloted by inexperience.
This one could be rough, boys!
And I'm not sure if it's fear or tobacco tangled in my hair.
Oh your mystery has gone missing,
oh your mystery has gone missing,
where'd it go?
Now these bedsheets hardly cover you,
you're smaller than the man that I used to know!
Look at your hands, you paper skin,
when you can't stand, newspaper thin,
would you blow away somewhere new?
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4. |
Hiraeth I
03:22
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The Mackenzie River,
it flows through my blood.
Though I've never tasted,
I've drank from that cup.
So leave Rylie behind to watch over me,
he can lay at the top of the stairs.
And I'll hold on tight as your motorbike,
blurs the tree to the end of the drive.
With a Father who rules the skies,
and a Mother so gentle and kind,
we will make our home where we plant our feet,
so it's ok to leave this one behind.
I drift "North of 60" when no one is listening,
I begin listing back to my home town.
The woods out back,
what my memories lack,
your wings lift me up when I'm down.
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Hiraeth II
03:28
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You were a Mother in a den,
a Mother in a den of Motherless men.
You were a Mother in a den,
a Mother outnumbered until the end.
These streets are ones I'll never walk,
and we,
we don't talk much,
we don't talk much anymore.
With you I've never walked,
and we,
we don't talk much,
we don't talk much anymore.
What if things had been different,
and only you were consistent?
Cruelty is indifferent,
greater still, your persistence.
I want to revisit places I've never been before,
I want more than familial folklore.
Come and take me by the hand,
come and rewind, show me that--
I want to revisit places I've never been before,
I want to know the path your feet had hoped for.
You were life in a barren land,
come and reroute, show me that--
I want to revisit places I've never been before,
draw me a map where we don't have to keep score.
You were outnumbered until the end,
come and rewrite, show me that again.
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