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Look Out Above
03:55
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Look out above
my world is crashing up into the sky
the light is filling up my gazing eyes
I feel it
Heads up below
the things I thought I knew don't hold me down
my feet no longer touch just any ground
I know it
Walk out inside
the universe has always been before me
the eyes of God look out across the scenery
I believe it
Look out above
here I come
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2. |
City of Angles
04:12
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Cake for breakfast, sweet tea for Summer
Catechism highways, alone on the shore
Sisters of mystery, history’s preamble
Jonah is spat up and knocks on the door
Little Mysterio waves to the ocean
Ocean waves wobble the buoy alone
a bird’s on it perching while waiting for dawn
as Jonah walks weary and steps on a stone
He’s thinking of Nineveh, thinking of soundwaves
booming from Heaven that wake him at night
he came to fight evil but not here with angels
as angels with coke wings shall teach him the right
the right kind of
the right kind of alive
the right kind of alive
the right kind of alive
in the city of angles
Cake for breakfast, sweet tea for Summer
Catechism highways, alone on the shore
Sisters of mystery, history’s preamble
once again spat up he knocks on the door
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3. |
No Drum to March To
03:43
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How does it feel to ride a rusty railroad line?
The path you hate and yet you know by heart
There’s always been the shade of willow trees to find,
but even willows die and fall apart
I’m looking for a brother
I’m looking for a son
I’m looking for my mother
I’m looking for a drum
I can march to
How does it feel to nod to footsteps in the dark?
You dance for phantoms oh so thoughtlessly
But phantom footsteps fade and then comes daylight
and sunshine starts to feel like treachery
I’m looking for a brother
I’m looking for a son
I’m looking for my mother
I’m looking for a drum
I can march to
I'm looking for a brother
I'm looking for a son
I'm looking for my mother
I'm looking for a drum
I can march to
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4. |
Wax (Winter in Spring)
02:50
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There was winter in the spring
horses striding black and white
Icy fingers dipped in untouched wax
which introduces unslept night
There was winter in the spring
smoking screen, a tear-stained room
Son and father now both know the sense
of wax with brand new finger-grooves
streaking through
Never to be removed
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They’re counting down the ending of September
the cooler winds are blowing more and more
I could’ve sworn, I know that I remember
when sun and spirit shined down soft and warm
Love came quick on June mornings so freely
with friendship high on misty mountain chains
but now the leaves are fading brown and weakly
if I had wings I’d fly to warmer plains
The county fair is over and they’re folding
the Ferris wheel and packing it away
Til those magic afternoons return next solstice
behind the shed they’re storing the parade
Last I heard the old creek pier is long gone
the one they called the lovebirds' hideaway
it’s only when it’s over when all you've lost
becomes as clear as magic July days
The Winter’s long, its hands kill all that’s blooming
and you’re not here to keep the warm alive
but life has taught me when the night is looming
to draw on memory and hold it tight
And if memory is all you’ll be from now on
then truth be told it’s one fine parting gift
cause after Summer ends, what’s left to grow on
but what those better days have freely left?
Better days have freely left...
Better days...
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6. |
Let Me Hear
03:35
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Knots in tattered laces
Climbing unseen places
Loving strangers’ faces
in my dreams
Like stones in high rivers
or moon-eclipsed slivers
a smooth, clear light delivers
gifts unseen
Lord, am I listening
When You call,
at all?
Wake me before sunrise
Won’t you open my eyes
to learn to love surprise
just like hope?
Hope is only one thing
from what I know You will bring,
What strange song the birds sing
tomorrow
will be from You
will be for You
Let me hear
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7. |
Kilimanjaro
03:53
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Nothing that can’t go unsaid,
or kept concealed until we head
tomorrow,
to Kilimanjaro
We’re climbing with our headlights dim
around the highway’s rolling bend
what awaits us,
to shake off the hard dust?
I’m sure it’s for the best for me
but still I cannot go to sleep,
I wonder,
as chains tear asunder
is freedom what we’re hungry for?
because I’ve second guessed the door
I came through,
the one that revealed you
or maybe love is what we need
a crumb of rye, a mustard seed
for supper,
a meal for two lovers
Kilimanjaro
rising to greet the sun
beggars who steal and borrow
although we’re not alone
Kilimanjaro
say no more, I’m going up
orphans facing tomorrow
but never on our own
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8. |
Box in the Closet
07:17
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Set sail you sailors and take to the sea
there's sunlight reflecting on shores you shall reach
but I ask you see to it, to clear and keep clean
a shelf in your mind to remember
A rain will fall heavy on ceilings of tin
and long years of roaming may wear your wheels thin
I hope I am something you'll think on and grin
as you sweep up your past and your present begins
but a life in nostalgia you please must abstain
for my rusty trophies, they'll buy you no fame
why toast to yesteryear's symphony in a bar
when outside the window lies an ocean of stars?
So box me up gently behind closet doors
and bury me under a secondhand store's
outfit of odyssey, so simple and warm
and may memory be an eye in the storm
Fly, fly...
now fly on you songbirds and take the sky
there's better things coming so dry your bright eyes
but I ask you see to it, to clear and keep clean
a shelf in your mind to remember...
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9. |
Look Out Above, Pt. 2
02:32
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Look out above
This world is holding close an open sky
The light is showing me these open eyes
I see it
Heads up below
the things I thought I knew don't matter now
when all things made aglow are holy ground
I feel it
Walk out inside
The universe has never moved so freely
the love of God is holding to me sweetly
I know it
if nothing else
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In glory, the mountain rises high
In glory, there’s smoke in my eyes no more
In glory, the rivers run freely
In glory, children are weeping no more
In glory, it’s good open land
In glory, there’s a sword in my hand no more
In glory, is a door never locked
In glory, my rifles are cocked no more
In glory, glory
Kyrie eleison
Kyrie eleison
Kyrie eleison
alleluia, amen
In glory, invited by holy call
In glory, our burdens we all lay down
In glory, the kiss is of honesty
In glory, no kisses of treachery now
In glory, on Earth as in Heaven
In glory, we break bread of leaven Lord
In glory, the table has room for all
In glory, let us answer the call dear Lord
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
alleluia, amen
allelulia, amen
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11. |
Trailing
01:56
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12. |
Simon of Cyrene
07:28
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Simon, oh Simon
You came forth from Cyrene
Now my blood is on your shoulder
that trickled off the beam
You’ve got a long drive home
You ought to start back now
I’m on one way, you the other
The hotel’s full anyhow
Where I’m going, you cannot
at least not for a while
I freely walked the first one
You joined my second mile
You took my cross by gunpoint
I take it back by choice
I could throw all this away in a moment
with a word from my voice
But I’m going up the steep way
and you won’t see me back
so go home dear Simon
along the easy track
Our roads are the same in one way
lonely, hard they seem
but mine is up the mountain
and yours is by the stream
Pack yourself some supper
Drink from the river’s flow
follow it like a child
Your mother waits at home
Simon, oh Simon
your work here is done
Simon, oh Simon
Now mine has just begun
Simon, lay it down
Simon, lay me down
Simon of Cyrene,
lay down
Simon, lay it down
Simon, lay me down
Simon of Cyrene,
lay down
lay it down
lay me down
lay down...
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