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marie marie
08:33
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snow once fell on a photograph of you
someone spoke and night came down around the room
lips are quick to say so many things too dark for truth
the taste of rain upon my tongue
i close my eyes and fade to you
stone and steel the light was hard against your eyes
now and then the memory runs and then rewinds
turn the sound again inside my head
night touches night i whisper your name with all my might
marie marie
the shadows sleep
too dark too deep
still the sum of the days is too soon
and the darkness too deep, too deep to remove
yet does the light find it's way find it's way back to you
dream undone, are done too soon, too soon to say
all the things that should be said and slipped away
moments fall and steal another chance
to see your face as saints disguise the world in grace
marie marie
the shadows sleep
too dark too deep
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dirty boy
06:00
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one of the masks that lives on the wall
is a dirty small boy who picks up the phone
just like a bone his hands start to crawl
over the place that he only owns
and there is stain somewhere to face
the tongue is rope twisted to taste
swimming a lap in the alcohol pool
words are his workers who are on strike
day turns to night where weapons are tools
the tools are his pain, the pain gives him sight
and what he has seen will turn him to stone
his eyes are like skin stretched over bone
choking on the red lines that are
ropes too thick with family skin
tendons crack and bones are bent
mouths of babes come crashing in
crashing down and flaming out
the ants play pinocle on your snout
the flickering light surrounded by thorns
binding his hands in wire and flame
a button is pushed a new world is born
where nothing is different and nothing's the same
and he hears the sound of his own sin
his song is a voice that drowns in the din
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walk in the fire
07:09
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she waits with the flame in her hand
it's just a matter of time
she dances for her own amusement
still you think she's divine
she comes in out of the darkness
her hair like shrouds on the night
as something circles a candle
you turn your face to the light
'cause you know you've got to
walk in the fire
she stands on the rim of your world
an unanswered question
she wakes you sleepless out of your dreams
making suggestions
she calls you into the shadows
her lips are forming your name
you hesitate for a moment
and then you step in the flames
'cause you know you've got to
walk in the fire
all of everything is all she is to me
the mystery
chaos and the other are the names
the first and last of all belief
what has been and what will be
are just the same
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my paradise
08:47
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so many words they're like a stain upon my eyes
my head is heavy from tabernacle light
behind the day beneath the years between the stars
these angel shadows reach inside and hold my heart
the wooden smell, the righteous voices in the night
my mother's hands under a shroud of southern skies
they squeeze my spirit but the intellect denies
and yet the truth is hidden somewhere in the lies
things are not what they seem
nor are they otherwise
between the first breath and the last
this is my hell and my paradise
and when glenn edward was a teenage sacrifice
the secret of the altar crashed across my life
washed in the tears, lost in the blood of the lamb
he changed from brother into stranger into man
i hid my face not out of fear or out of shame
the ghost of jesus has a thousand other names
things are not what they seem
nor are they otherwise
between the first breath and the last
this is my hell and my paradise
every town has a cross in it's own special place
and beneath every cross is the someone who waits
for a rain that will come and wash the tears from their fate
with shards of broken glass and light from the moon
i'll start a fire that will turn night to noon
and in the ashes we can look for the bones
of all we used to be and all we have known
things are not what they seem
nor are they otherwise
between the first breath and the last
this is my hell and my paradise
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disappear
06:14
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i'm a hobo buddha
light bulb buddha
turn me on for illumination
sell my skin and bones to the nation
i'm a dog bone buddha
i'll john le conqueroo you
mahatma of the hair salon
nails fall like rain from my tongue
i'm a black cat buddha
hill-billy buddha
buddha on a motor scooter
cultured dog and cat's eye looter
deadliest of marble shooters
i'm long gone guru
shaking down the voodoo
tell me what will you
when jesus comes along and tries to sue you
and i am the witness who will screw you
eyes are a star so dark
tongue and teeth can the fear
i sit with my hair on fire
a hole in my pocket where possibilities disappear
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there she stands with white roses
crawling out of her black shoes
red burned hair stained with daylight
southern stars do shine and die
shards of drifters mark her station
tongues too silent spill her name
and then discover her dark pages
these angled shadows beg for favor
in her long gaze the remnant shatters
washed in water, lost in total rain
bones still burning tending inward
blood redeeming she remains
sister
all is borrowed
witness
heart of sorrows
deep in pictures whispered rages
stones and splinters for the flame
ghost or stranger eye to ashes
ashes follow from her name
sister
all is borrowed
witness
heart of sorrows.
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meadows
04:42
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written by kaoru and g.e. stinson
the powder of flowers in the air
the wind of dust goes away with night
i hear the someone's voice
i'll take you back, i'll take you back
there's no emptiness, no emptiness
here is where our hands and heartss collide
as the vault of heaven falls in on our lives
i reach out for you and you reach out for me
this is all we have and all that we will be
the tears of birds fall on hands
the wall of light hides the town with dawn
i hear the someone's voice
i'll take you back, i'll take you back
there's no emptiness, no emptiness
here is where our hands and heartss collide
as the vault of heaven falls in on our lives
i reach out for you and you reach out for me
this is all we have and all that we will be
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antioch
07:11
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walk me through the flood
knee deep in the streets of kingfisher
the dress box spills the family
robert's smile and ardell's wartime diary
the uniforms, the overalls
the oxygen and the hospitals
a scissortail wings overhead
she hears everything that's said
tell all the ghosts who wander through my dreams
when my time comes take me back to thee
there where the wind is dirty, red and free
make me a bed beneath the pecan tree
down the thousand hours and days
a smile has fallen from her face
myrtle, soft and somehow sad
restless flower dressed in faded plaid
the boys who've come, the men who've gone
in her memory still the circus sound
a snakeskin tumbles like a weed
a new life dead and old life gone to seed
speak to the ones who know what will be
ready the place where i will sleep
down by the day, the red dusty street
make me a bed beneath the pecan tree
antioch...
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tone drop Los Angeles, California
tone drop is textural electronics, electro-acoustic composition, and song forms by g.e. stinson.
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