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I breathe you in
Through the smoke
As the world burns
With all we know
What started with a spark
Grew too big to fight
Now there's flames in both hearts
Yours and mine
So we'll burn tonight
Take my hand
I know where to go
Though the grass is on fire
And the trees all aglow
All the world's water
Couldn't put out those ALDERs
So we'll make our home in the ashes
What started with a spark
Grew too big to fight
Now there's flames in both hearts
Yours and mine
So we'll burn tonight
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Sycamore on the hillside
Through the years the things you've seen
Peaks and valleys, droughts and floods
The sun and shadows full routine
We carved our names into you, at fifteen
We raised our children under you, moments in between
The times they come and go, like a summer breeze
You shared the winds that blow, through our family tree
Although your branches will thin
The memories pour right in
Upon your roots we stand
As she holds my hand
Sycamore on the hillside
Through the years the things you've seen
Count the wrinkles in my old worn hands
After they've left and gone
Alone with you I stand
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Seems like at least three whole lifetimes ago
Digging the dirt in the back
Riding our bikes to the watering hole
Dirt trails was our favorite track
We were young, we were young
We were young - under the shade in the back
The old mulberry tree, just you and me
Pictures and memories don’t fully show
All of the magic we had
Wish I could share it with my crew right now
Maybe it wasn’t so bad...
We were young, we were young
We were young - under the shade in the back
The old mulberry tree, just you and me
So hard to believe
All those fond memories - keep coming back
Chorus
Yesterday ended an era
We won’t visit there anymore
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Look at us out on our own
Traveling to parts unknown
Dear old dad I think he needs us now
Our mother is gonna kill us all when she finds out
But for now let’s have a little fun
Hunting on trails that we have only heard of
We must stay close and keep quiet as we can
So his enemies do not know that we roam the land
No one here to tell us what to do
But What if we don’t last to see this through?
I don’t know but I’ve been told
That a young dead wolf ain’t got no soul
What if we try what if we fail?
Could this be the end of our tail?
What have we done oh what have we done?
Out in the wilderness all alone
Back home mother waits for us
She’ll punish us for what we’ve done
Have we made a big mistake?
By leaving on this trip we take?
What if he’s hurt? What if he’s dead?
What if we find him injured bad?
What if he wished not to be found?
What is this blood upon the ground?
Father he is strong you see
But could we fight as well as he?
Have they captured him, fed him to their pack?
Ripped him apart ?
Well let’s not think about that
Let’s play a while
Walking through the pines we’ll see
What it feels like to be free
Don’t worry now!
We’re coming out to find you dad
To resurrect what we once had
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The secondhand sinners are looking at me, but I don’t think they know who I am
They don’t want to harm, but they just cannot see that I’m not the one making the plan
The second hand winners are cheering today They sit on the sofa and watch others play
While old men sit above in boxes of gold, those winners just feel what they’re told.
They do not know what they do, they cannot see beyond the leaves
The bough will break, the cradle falls, from the tree
The secondhand stalker is talking to me but I don't think he knows who I am
Perhaps he believes that I hold the key to get him to the dreams that he planned
The secondhand dreamer is drowsy today, she just couldn’t get any sleep
She gets up and puts on the mask of a clown while behind it all she does is weep
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these worn-out clothes
the fuse burns faster down as it goes
ungrateful prayers
the luxury of choosing to care
and you thought you’d wait
’til you found your fate
and the gods bestowed
your golden road
i caught a scent on the wind
brought me to mind
a letter she sent
a sinner so blind
who could’ve seen
all that she’d mean
lost her in the white pines
no one asked
no one cares how your days are passed
so, what you think?
all goes by in less than a blink
did you hope for more
calling ship to shore
never found your war
please, don’t spill your drink
i caught a scent on the wind
brought me to mind
a letter she sent
a sinner so blind
who could’ve seen
all that she’d mean
lost her in the white pines
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SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE THE ELECTRICAL MAN WITH CONCRETE HANDS DONT YOU KNOW
I STAND ON THE CORNER OF BROADWAY AND HOUSTON WATCHING THE CARS COME AND GO
AND I LOOK UP AND WONDER LOOK UP AND WONDER HAS ANYONE NOTICED A TREE
EVERYONES GOT THEIR EYES TO THE SKY
LOOKING TO TRAVEL TO SPACE
INDESTRUCTABLE METAL SUITS LEAVING THE HUMAN RACE
AND I LOOK UP AND WONDER LOOK UP AND WONDER HAS ANYONE NOTICED A TREE
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A DIGITAL MAN LIKE CAPTAIN SHAZAM DONT YOU KNOW
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE ELECTRICAL MAN WITH CONCRETE HANDS DONT YOU KNOW
AND I LOOK UP AND WONDER LOOK UP AND WONDER HAS ANYONE NOTICED A TREE
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9. |
George Smith - "Maple"
03:11
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Slowly I can breathe
Feel my heart beat
Got some years in me
Roots run deep
Soaking in the bleach
Weeks go by, slow relief
Sun light breaking in
Breeze against my skin
Finally, I can see
Gripped too much for me
Withered falling leaves
Piling confetti
I'm ready
Soaking in the bleach
Weeks go by, slow relief
Sun light breaking in
Breeze against my skin
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