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Scene By Scene
03:42
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I've been scared of the truth
Though it pins my eye
I've been near bullet proof
But the bullets won't die
I've been afraid of the sun
Sticking close to the moon
I've been arriving too late
And leaving too soon
There's a ship out of water
A drunk out of wine
A wheel out of order
And a step out of time
And it's a scene by scene
We take it scene by scene
We play it scene by scene
Like a picture show
Talk about winter
Honey it's been so cold
I remember the summer
Feels like a long time ago
Now your bones are getting thinner
Seas are getting deeper
Your cold is getting dinner
And your bleed won't stone
With the gates sure to bust
Bells holding back chime
Oil ready on the rust
Waiting only for a sign
And its brick by brick
Stone by stone
Chime by chime
Bone by bone
And its a scene by scene
You take it scene by scene
You play it scene by scene
Like a picture show
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2. |
Parisian Love Locks
04:01
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Late in the morning down at a restaurant
I got a juice and she got a croissant
The waiter told us not to be shocked but
'Its gonna cost much more than what you got'
'Your wide eyes look insane' I told him
'I've seen a lot today' He looked away
You slipped out while he gazed out into space
You caught a train through a dark and dusty maze
Hey lover another discovery waits for us
Hey lover another time is upon us
Hey lover together there might be a way for us
Hey lover
Late in the evening after the sun dropped
The city river was lined with love locks
Some guy woke a sleeping hobo
To lay down in his hand cinq euro
'A monument and a grave' He told him
'Should never be the same' He looked away
The street lamp laid a haze of golden
The city river was a blaze
You turn to say
Hey lover another discovery waits for us
Hey lover another time is upon us
Hey lover together there might be a way for us
Hey lover
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3. |
Sweet Machine
04:16
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I dreamed there was a keeper of the key
If anyone was lonesome they know who to see
If ever you were tired, buried in the ruin
Or lost among the streets
I dreamed there was an ever loving keeper of the key
Ah, what a fucking awesome dream
I dreamed there was a spell over me
The elderflower lady set me free
The past was put behind
The present put below
The future was the dream
I dreamed there was a dark spell lifted off of me
Ah, what a cool fucking dream
I dreamed of a machine
That made our thoughts more than dreams
Kept a big planet moving
Kept a little human being
And hope was more than light
Light was more than colour
And colour was more than seen
I dreamed of a machine
That made our thoughts more than dreams
Ah, what a sweet machine
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4. |
Lead You Back Home
04:01
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I don't wanna leave you sugar
I don't wanna go
Don't wanna leave those waters
Don't wanna give up the gold
Don't wanna look back baby
From out on the road
I wanna lead you back home
In the early morning when the mind does roam
There're a thousand reasons to sink like a stone
Way down at the bottom of the great hollow
There's one good answer you simply gotta know
Should I leave you sugar?
Honey should I go?
Should I leave those waters?
Should I give up the gold?
Should I look back baby
From out on the road?
Or should I lead you back home?
Below the horizon theres a great blockade
Just waiting for that sun to get away
There's an outlaw sitting on a marshals grave
He's kicking up the dust
Cant you hear what he say?
I gotta leave you sugar
Oh I gotta go
I gotta leave those waters
I gotta give up the gold
I gotta look back baby
From out on the road
Still I wanna lead you back home
I wanna find out sugar
That you ain't alone
I wanna give back to ya
The key to your room
You got a whole new battle
A brand new throne
Still I wanna lead you back home
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5. |
Rain On The Lid
06:22
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Rain on the lid
Rain on the latches
Depressed looking kid
Playing with matches
Rain on the bookshelves
Shows no sign of fading
It ain't hard to tell
That its gonna keep raining
People are nervous
Looking for loop holes
People buying their comfort
People selling their souls
You can get busy killing
Or make like your saving
Either way baby
It's gonna keep raining
I told the dishwasher of the restaurant
That his food was no good to eat
He went and told the waiter
And the waiter told the maître D
And the maître D told the butcher
And the butcher stormed out to see me
'I was just complaining’ 'bout your meat
I should probably get this meal for free'
He said 'you’ve got the wrong end of the stick'
Said 'It's you who should be paying me'
And you say 'Ok, I’ve had enough'
And you get up to leave
There’re some fine looking people
On the curb looking sharp
They're waiting on some parade
Some kind of march
You can see that their faces
Their faces are frozen
But they don’t even flinch
They're waiting for something
Behind them is a row
Of weeping willow trees and
They're mourning the death
Of a family friend
And their roots are all tangled
In mutual horror
They all fall silent
At the thought of tomorrow
You walk along the street
To a bar full of dreamers
Re-telling their dreams
For the thinkers and breathers
And they're asking you questions
But you want nothing to give ‘em
You just say you’re from the future
That times nothing but rhythm
Then you leave them in confusion
To go find a priest
But they're all out of town
For some pre-apocalyptic feast
And there’s no one invited
Who is doubtful or divided
The date of the end
Well that’s still undecided
The sky’s turning black
The wheel's picking up
The road of the gambler
Is either slippery or rough
But most of those rich men
Are all money and no guts
It’d be easy to beat them
All they ever do is bluff
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6. |
Inside Your Spire
04:26
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She came to me in the deepest night
And calmed my engine there
She held my brain and soothed my mind
And she kissed that sweetened air
And I was thrown into a place
Still and good and true
Where beings find the strength to live
And breathe and be and do
She came to me in the midst
Of many that I admire
But soon she came to 'clipse them all
And sound her peaceful choir
And how I wish that I could live
Deep inside your spire
I'd drink from every broken cup
And I would never tire
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7. |
The Rubble & The Ruin
04:47
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Does anybody out there
Have a better fixture
How to break a pattern
Without shattering the picture?
Is anybody out there?
Stepping through a forest
Pushing through a market
Building up a tension
Bursts a revelation
You've come so very far somehow
It's all walking with you now
Have you burnt the last of it
To escape an institution?
Have you built a houseboat
To sail all the ruin?
The rubble and the ruin
Here comes another heart
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8. |
The Masterful Sailor
05:00
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See the masterful sailor building her bridges
lifting her sails, and singing her songs
The idea is simple, she is organized and nimble,
as soon as she comes she already belongs.
Help me dear keeper, I am lost in the ether
Not seen in the light, not found in the dark
Never you hunger, never you thirst
Whenever you're under the long reaching curse
The unknown demon, the concealed reason
Form part of the veil that keeps us in chains
'Till you get low, 'till you get grey
'Till you say 'no' and open the grave
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9. |
Hangtown
07:17
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Hey, Mr. Hangman
Wont you please spare my life?
I swear I’m a rich man
I live in Newland with my children and my wife
I was hanging round just to see
What kind of rope you’d use
If you were to hang someone else
But now your eyes are set on me
And I don’t understand
Why you’d wanna see me dead
When I was minding no one but myself
Hey, Mr. Jokeman
Throw one by me
There’s nothing you could say, man,
Could make them believe
I went down to where I first saw you run
To see if I could maybe meet
One of these guys has a better explanation
Than the one that they gave me
Oh, Madam Graceland
Lord knows that you
Have seen more than your portion
Of rage and abuse
Now you don’t wanna see’m die
'Cause you’ve grown such a strong connection to them
And, oh, Madam Graceland
They’ll love ya ‘till the end
Hey Mr. Hangman
Is it too much to call you my friend?
I’ve grown to get used
To this noose across my head
You could come to dinner with my family
Watch our new T.V.
And stay in my second cousins spare bed
But now your eyes are set on me
And I don’t understand
Why the hell you’re following me round
Still wanting me dead
I was only doing what I could
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