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Quinta del Sordo
00:31
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Sons of Saturn
03:36
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Rock into the waves of sound and wade into the night
Don’t leave it to your bleeding sons, now waiting
For what it takes to tell you this
An open fist, the aching not to know
Has filled the hall
Why don’t you just say it?
You can swallow all your sons but one and he will overthrow you
Fire all your guns into the sky
Caught in a race to paint these walls
Darkness falls and silence fills the mind
Don’t listen to dead men as they whisper
For what it takes to cross the lines and latitudes and
Make another way
To fly above the refugees and marksmen
You can swallow all your sons but one and he will overthrow you
Fire all your guns into the sky
Don’t lead the sad parade of wailing wanderers and witches
Find your freedom from these demons in the wall
This lonely naked night
There’s only so, only so much time
For you to leave your mark, find your freedom from
Quinta del Sordo
Rock into the waves of sound and wade into the night, but
Don’t mistake your drunkenness for dreaming
The will of The Fates will cut the ties in time
To free the hands to swim the tide but
Be ready dog, a bigger wave is coming
You can swallow all your sons but one and he will overthrow you
Fire all your guns into the sky
Don’t lead the sad parade of wailing wanderers and witches
Find your freedom from these demons in the wall
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I believe these beams were raised for more than this
But, all the evidence betrays a celebration
Waves of wounded warriors waiting at the window
Tiny cracks in failing ancients
Gold and silver slivers slipping in
In this scene we stand with faces close and shoulders pressing
Against the elements the enemies approach
The ground below is shaking
Get the sense of something shifting
Catching rumors, hearing whispers
You were standing upon your hill
With a light around your face
Behind your eyes a secret smile
Into my mind you wrote a thousand years of history
Every minute, every moment
The beginning and the end all as one
I believe these beams were raised for more than this
But, the place I’m in is narrower and tangled
From beyond the trees you call to me
The sense of being chosen
In a failing ancient language
You were standing upon your hill
With a light around your face
Behind your eyes a secret smile
Into my mind you wrote a thousand years of history
Every minute, every moment
You were standing upon your hill
With a light around your face
Behind your eyes a secret smile
Into my mind you wrote a thousand years of history
Every minute, every moment
The beginning and the end
Gold and silver slivers slipping in
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4. |
Clif Bar and Coffee
00:33
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Clif bar and coffee
You may be surprised to find
I do not always side with the skeptics, but
I’m rooting for you to prove it
Because I got no skin in the game
While I sit here next to your well waiting for water
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5. |
Help Is On the Way
03:24
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Don’t give another reading from your book of Revelations
Don’t complicated the scripture when it’s plain
Baby, it’s time for a change
Don’t wait a thousand seasons in your Church of Easy Reason
Don’t pray for confirmation when it’s plain
You didn’t need to be ordained to underline the undermining phrase
A PhD in Theology won’t illuminate the page
Baby, light a candle
Don’t sow the seeds of dragon’s teeth and wait for consecration
Don’t paint a darker picture when it’s clear
That this can’t go on for another year
Don’t wait for all your warriors to spring up swinging
Up to the knees and sinking in the sand
Either way, you’ll be damned
The club it’s swinging swings from your own hand
A PhD in Art History won’t accelerate the change
Make the call and help is on the way
Don’t make it harder than it has to be
Make the call and help is on the way
Don’t make it harder than it has to be
In paintings from the seventeenth century
A PhD in Theology
Don’t make it harder than it has to be
Help is on the way
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6. |
In a Rush To Find It
02:27
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In a rush to find it
You could walk right by it and not even know
In the race to climb
You call fall back flying a pitch to a stall
If you knew when they were falling would you catch them where they land?
Or would you stay in the line all the time?
Bringing it back to One
Stay in the line all the time
Don’t hesitate and wait
Be the wheel rolling out of town
Don’t ruin the beginning thinking about the end
Recognize the moment and you’ll find
That’s all now, there is no then
See it clearly, train the Sideways Eye
In the time that it would take for you to reconcile
Another time and place has passed you by
In a rush to find it
You could walk right it and not even know
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7. |
What's Truly Known
03:58
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I wanted to relate to you with all the filters off
Speak to you directly from the heart, but
Honesty is reckless running naked waving arms down the hall
Pulling all the paintings off the wall
How can I explain it when I still don’t know myself
Which picture is a proof or wish remembered?
A vision sent in black and white and moonlight silver slips
Down the sidewalk
Flashing from the streetlight back to dark
The shadows in the study never talk
What’s truly known?
What’s truly known? You know but you can’t say
Memories will fade and paintings take their places
What desires animate these archives?
What wanting climbs its way back up these walls?
This gallery is haunted by a longing to possess and guard
Stories changed to suit my restless heart
The truth a moving target after all
What’s truly known? How can you be sure?
What’s truly known? You know but you can’t say
What’s truly known?
Stories always change
The truth a moving target after all
What’s truly known?
What’s truly known? You know but you can’t say
What’s truly known? How can you be sure?
What’s truly known? How can you be sure?
Memories will fade and paintings take their places
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8. |
Dissolve to Kite Crash
02:47
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What did you think I’d say?
Minds can move through time and space?
If one is two then four is eight
You can’t separate it
My head feels like an empty house
Crawl around inside it like a mouse
I think it’s time I tore it down
I gotta tear it down
Tangles in the string bring down the kite
A moth into a street light
Looks like there’s no way to fade out now
I’m moving like a mako now
Bouncing off the windows around the house
I can’t stop moving and I can’t get out
No, I can’t get out
Oooh, something’s moving me
Spinning faster, spinning faster gaining speed
We dissolve, resolve into a single scene
There’s nothing left for me now
Tangles in the string bring down the kite
A moth into a street light
Looks like there’s no way to fade out now
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There was another room right here all along
I felt it calling me back brave and I belonged
There was another room right here and
I could hear a party going on
So I started to crawl through the rafters in between
Climbing up through the walls
Reaching down through the ceiling, he said
“We’ve been waiting for you to find us, where had you gone?”
“We’ve been waiting for you to find us, welcome home”
There was another room
Surprised to find it, a blue door down below
It was a graceful basement place where we could know
It was another room we had never used and
I couldn’t wait to show you
So I started to crawl through the mud, blood and the bone
Climbing under the walls
Moved the Lazarus stone and he said
“We’ve been waiting for you to find us, where had you gone?”
“We’ve been waiting for you to find us, welcome home”
“We’ve been waiting for you to find us, where had you gone?”
“We’ve been waiting for you to find us, welcome home”
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I finally put it back
All the pieces in place
To where it was before the shit hit the fan
But did it get resolved
Or did it get reduced
To a previously unsolved equation
Making the way for some simple math
Retreat to low expectation
All in the name of simple math
I fell into the numbers
Falling into the words
Drowning soul to surrender
I received a confirmation message from the Sun
Haloed kings wait for my return
Now awaiting consecration, Pilot gives the nod
But did I save the skin or the soul?
Sneaking past the sleeping watchman
Slipping past the guard
Did I save the skin or the soul?
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Dive down through the trees, down to the darkest part
Dive down in the sea, down to the deepest part
A million miles ahead
A million miles behind
Leave it all fall asleep and dream
Sleep well tonight
Your dreams are just like dying
One step into Heaven
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12. |
Dead Man's Hand
03:05
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Drawn in and out
Counting smokes was counting time ‘til Saint Joachim
On the thirteenth day of the seventh month
You made your way back home
Felt my heels were sinking down
Into the tiff rock ground
Counting my breaths
Drawn out, breath drawn in
No graceful way to play it
(Drawn in and out)
Eights and aces in clubs and spades
(Stones that mark the places of our time)
The shape of your fingers and hands
(Count the rings in our trees)
My dad’s fingers and my hands
(The shape of your fingers and my hands)
Feel my heels sinking down
Into the tiff rock ground
Counting my breaths
Drawn out, breath drawn in
Breath drawn out, breath drawn in
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13. |
Still Got Time
05:06
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Finn's Motel St Louis, Missouri
Finn’s Motel started as the brainchild of Joe Thebeau, a home recording geek. It has evolved into a rock band and production collective, making albums and videos. In the early days, musicians checked in and out of the Motel as needed. But in 2018, the lineup solidified with the addition of Jack Petracek and Scott Roever alongside Steve Scariano, the only other permanent resident of the Motel. ... more
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