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Shifting
03:52
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I could jump these fields in my seven-league boots
Walk trails with shades and ghosts
Blaze tracks in my devil's shoes
Crawl invisibly across your roof.
I could just about fit into every hole
Where I wouldn't be seen
I could melt into the trees
And race their juices right out to their leaves
In a dream I was transformed,
Left my bones outside the door
I could be furred or feathered or shelled or fleeced
I could be any man or every beast,
Rolling with the breeze.
I could be a soothsayer, a spirit-raiser,
I could take to the air,
I could take to the sea,
Without lungs or limbs to hold me here
I'd be a keeper with every key.
Everyday I'm shifting further from myself
I feel the pull, I start to soar, my skin is shed
Lay me down and I'll spiral through my head
Everyday, I feel a little strange.
Smoked a hole in my lungs and I've started to bleed
Got boots and gloves made out of meat,
And I can feel the water
I can feel the water swill inside me.
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Christina
03:15
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Deep in my waking hours comes a force
Whose violence breaks each bank I try to build there
Her taste fills my mouth with clumsy words
Sometimes I just want to cry when our precious seconds unwind
Then I feel it begin to slide
Her soul breathes life into these old bones
Christina, Christina,
Race me to the mountains where we can grow old
I just don't know what to say,
My words will cheapen what we create
And I ignite in our embrace
You steal all the darkness from my eyes
So lay me down to sleep, let me chase down the safest dream
Our love will always be the place that all my old ghosts cannot reach
We are children sadly growing old,
Thrown from places now turned cold
With words as battered as their source
Harness me to use their voice
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Lazing
03:16
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Cotton Dress
03:55
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Sprawled out over the windfall of this the bloated browning month
Apple bruises on my thighs and the flush from your yawning smile
Fasten your teeth on my soul and we shall roll and flow for ever more
You in your cotton dress, you in your innocence
Life screams its fury from your eyes, all jaded and alive
My feet are in the water waiting for the tide to come
The whisper in the corner does its best to make me numb
My ear to your cage, your pulse in my hand
Eyeing up the child, fingering the dead,
Swallowing your flow, your teeth on my neck,
Coil me full of hate and bend me out of shape
Death is just down the hallway
When I fall I hear him ask
How many rooms have you entered?
How many rooms have you passed?
How much darker does it get?
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Dead Friends Fall
03:53
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Summer Is Nearly Over
04:36
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Sing a song of wisdom for summer's children
And their bodies broken and their hands clutching stars
Cradle summer's fallen in the arms that you once bore them
And the sea comes crawling to lick their wounds
And summer is nearly over and we are not yet safe
We could hide away, find peace in some shaded place
Because the sun seems too strong
And the rain, of course, she washes everything away
Into the sea into it's belly where summer's children play
Come down with me now to where summer missed in its rage
Come down I want you to fathom the deeper me
As the songs of summer went down in numbers
And the moments lost their speed
I felt a shiver, I heard some golden whisper
That seemed to call after me
Come down with me now to where summer missed in its rage
Come down I want you to fathom the deeper me
Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down to summer's
graves
Come down with me now I will show you tragic things
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