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Travelin' Song
02:24
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Steering clear through the years won't free you from the world you left behind
At the mercy of what falls away and what's calcified by time
In pursuit of your memory as the end goal in my mind
Won't you free me from this travelin' song as each footfall falls in time
If you see me like a lame dog walking know my heart's not going strong
Passed the promise of a thousand lives down the road I'm coming from
Behind these eyes of stone, just know's, a fool been buried down so long
Like a key or a brand, I don't know if I can live without your love
The world it seems
To circle 'round a dying dream
So will these fields of gold all freeze
When I've got nothing left here to burn?
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2. |
Bill Lee
02:46
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(Instrumental)
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When you find out all there is inside
You will learn there is no reward
When you find out all there is inside
You will only find the ghost of childhood promises that you thought would carry you through to the end
Time loves progress, drags you under, breaks your fingers, robs you blind
When you find out all there is inside
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4. |
Far Side of the Mountain
04:04
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To the mountain I'm delivered
To the mountain I am tasked
To mount its peak and stay there
'Til you come or 'til I'm cast in stone
A pack weighed down by relics
To a long forgotten dream
That I carry as reminders
When I'm drowning, searching for a reason to this task
For its cliffs I've climbed in earnest
But a setting sun's enough to drive me back
Oh I hope that you're taking care
On the far side of the mountain
To the mountain I'm delivered
To the mountain I am tasked
But I'm much too weak to remember
Who was it that had asked this much of me
My boots are torn to tatters
Pant leg bleeding through the seams
Gashed and gouged by bramble
And the rocks beneath my feet, I tread on
I'm a slave beneath my pride
And all those promises you placed upon me
Oh I hope that you come and find me
On the far side of the mountain
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5. |
Oh! My Love!
03:13
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Through the new years that I spend I find I've lost so much to questions of the past
"Oh what would you pay for paradise? What of it would you sell to make it last?"
They spin the waterwheels of worry that have ground my bones down to dust
And when their timbers split and splinter I'm afraid you won't be left with much to love
But oh! My love!
My sweet honey pie!
Won't you keep me warm
For one more night?
I've spent so many nights leaned into the grindstone of my mind
On a constant razor's edge, a brittle blade will break before it shines
We're far past the days of asking where I'd gone
'Cause the driving wheel has broken me and I can tell that you won't be here for long
But oh! My love!
My sweet honey pie!
Won't you keep me warm
For one more night?
But oh! My love!
My sweet honey pie!
Won't you keep me warm
For one more night?
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All These Men
04:19
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Is life no more than a suggestion
To chase for something I know I'll never reach
And the product of a thousand questions
That I didn't know could be answered by me?
So what's one more to the pile
Of nameless, countless wrecks lost to the sea
From a boy in the binds of a life that's
Broken the backs of far stronger men than he?
All these men, they are dying at your door
They're starving, being broken by the cold
Far past pride, they've been sucking out the marrow
From the rotten bones of dead things
For years I've been dreaming of an island
Where I might find the truth behind all these schemes
That have twisted me through baseless guidance
And the thought I had nothing else to believe
But each time I see it on this constant spiral
Its thousand footprints are nothing new to see
Learn, forget in an endless cycle and
Neither one's enough to put my mind at ease
One more man in a heap out on the shore
Prostrate and starving, being broken by the cold
Who traded strife for a life guided by sorrow
Praying to the bones of dead things
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Is It Hope?
04:14
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From the shoulder of the mountain bird songs draw an amber curtain
Fall airs blowing though announce another year is gone
But despite this joy I find in the blissfulness of mornings
I'm up questioning each night still why I try
I want to prove to you I've grown, that I've spited all my wanting
"Like a monk," I said when I was so sure of my old ways
But holding down my heart hasn't won me any company
And with that its clear I never really tried
Is it a fortress or a cell that hope has locked me inside
Warding of the howling winds by blocking out the daylight
Relentless years sow cracks inside its walls
In the memories of my youth I see myself as far more certain
Bold and self-assured, lord, and not afraid of life
But the truth is, as a child, pensivity still grounded me
And losing's been enough to keep me occupied
So I say, "Show me love! Show me patience ever lasting!
Show me a place to rest my head without the world moving on beneath me!"
But I don't have to find these things. They hang around me now in spades
So what will it take in life to keep me satisfied?
Is it a fortress or a cell that hope has locked me inside
Warding of the howling winds by blocking out the daylight
Relentless years sow cracks inside these walls
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Promised Land
04:39
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Like bull to matador
I fall for things I've seen before
Visions of some saving force
That'll make me pure, wipe me clean
Vaulted up, that's what you were
Something I thought was set for sure
But, undoubtably, the faults emerge
Promise, crutch, a desperate need
Still chasing those fading, vague traces towards an old promised land
To complete the dream of seeing its verdant scenes as home
While all remains still paralyzed
You've built, rebuilt your love inside
And yet its though you walk beside
Unmoving mass that tethers me
So I await an early spring
To clear what frozen catches cling
And clean my coat of everything
All I want may never be
Estranged faces, caustic dreams etch their place in to the old promised land
For a thousand miles, their doubting eyes watch me roam
Hope shatters beneath the steel sheets of winter falling on the old promised land
Packed down as my feet now head for home
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