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The ocean doesn’t want me today
I think I’ll come another day to play
The ocean doesn’t want me today
Don’t be fooled, it’s making its claim
The ocean took her today
Took their beloved
And wrenched her away
Left us with horror and secret relief
Cause the ocean didn’t want us today
Cause the ocean already swallowed its claim
And for others things will never be the same
The ocean doesn’t want me today
The ocean doesn’t want me today It doesn’t want me
The ocean doesn’t want me today It doesn’t want me
The ocean doesn’t want me today It doesn’t want me
One day here, next day gone
Gone, gone, gone
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Wild Things
04:16
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Wild Things
My hair is getting straighter
I’m becoming a hater
My view is narrowing in
That wild wolf inside
Has gone away to hide
It’s time to slip out of this skin
The lioness is in her cage
Safety is centre-stage
Turning her loose is a sin
Her wildness inside
Has almost all but died
It’s time to slip out of her skin
We’re gonna follow the evening star
It’ll take us back to where the wild things are
Oh, we wont need to go far
To return to where the wild things are
Locked in by these keys
Bars of melodies
Songs sounding all the same
The wild song within
It needs us all to sing
To howl at how we’ve been tamed
We’re gonna follow the evening star
It’ll take us back to where the wild things are
Oh, we wont need to go far
To return to where the wild things are
The wild song within
It needs us all to sing
To howl at the moon
To roar at the sea
And to loudly lament
How our natures used to be
So wild and free
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3. |
Time Flies
03:46
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Well, look at you
Your life unfurling before my eyes
The last time I checked you were about this size
And look, look at your eyes
Now so wise
Full of the knowledge that
Oh, everything dies, even the sunrise
How time flies
The last time I took a look in my book of memories
There were many more trees, and happier bees
And we were kinder to our refugees
Where goes humanity? Toward insanity?
Or just more comfort sitting with the lies?
And the children’s cries?
How time flies, how time flies
Well, look at us all
Our lives unfurling at increasing pace
I wonder who will win the race?
Or who’ll give up the chase?
And who’ll just be happy to live, love and leave without a trace?
It’s been so lovely to look upon your face
Those eyes, those big brown eyes
Deep, dark reflections of how time flies
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4. |
River Meets the Sea
03:20
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She sits in the river, the hills all around
Tannins of earth, a cicadory sound
Lapping at limbs, the heat baring down
Far distant voices at the edge of her town
The river it smells of the earth down below
The place where we eventually all go
A watery womb, or a watery tomb
Either way it feels like home
How could she know time would drift her slowly
To the mouth of the river, to the jaws of the sea
A fish out of water, a mermaid on land
Salt air in her nostrils, white froth on the sand
With the lines of the river running deep, deep in her hand
(Running deep, running deep, deep in her hand
Lines of the river, running deep in her hand)
How do the river and the sea truly meet?
Is it a gently mingling of salty and sweet?
Or does the river surrender to the sea’s mighty churn?
A corruption of souls, or is it simply return?
How could she know time would drift her slowly
To the mouth of the river, to the jaws of the sea
A fish out of water, a mermaid on land
Salt air in her nostrils, white froth on the sand
With the lines of the river running deep, deep in her hand
(Running deep, running deep, deep in her hand
Lines of the river, running deep in her hand)
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Your Fire
03:28
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(Ooh, your fire,
Your fire, your fire)
I’m a child, doing adult things
I played with your fire and now you’re pulling my strings
I’m under your sky, where things live or die
It’s down to the wire
To be loved or burnt beside your fire
Beside your fire
You birthed us blind and in the dark
But gave us all a knowing spark
And it’s sometimes aflame
And it burns down the shame
Lifting us higher, bringing warmth
Beside your fire
We know the folly of taking it personally
It has nothing to do with whether we’ve been good
Your rhyme and reason
Is a mystery
That can be felt but not understood
I’m a child, doing adult things
I played with your fire and now you’re pulling my strings
I’m under your sky, where things live or die
It’s down to the wire
To be loved or burnt beside your fire
Beside your fire
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Black Hole Father
03:32
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Father, he sleeps on the floor of the sea
What you don’t know wont hurt you, what you don’t know wont hurt you
Father, he festers like rotting seaweed
What you don’t know wont hurt you, what you don’t know wont hurt you
Though she’s never known the deep, she weeps
Father, he’s there in the darkness of space
What you don’t know wont hurt you, what you don’t know wont hurt you
At the turn of the century he turned his face
What you don’t know wont hurt you, what you don’t know wont hurt you
Though we never saw him leave, we grieve
How can you miss what you never had?
What you don’t know wont hurt you, what you don’t know wont hurt you
Father he sleeps on the floor of the sea
Father he festers like rotting seaweed
Father he sleeps on the floor of the sea
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When I Think of You
03:30
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When I think of you, when I think of you
You’re my unfinished symphony
When I think of you, when I think of you
I know how it will be
‘Cause in the end the truth does come
Our illusions come undone and
I know you’ll still be there
‘Cause I can feel it everywhere
When I think of you
When I think of you
I see past what’s in front of me
When I think of you, I encompass you
And I know it never dies
‘Cause in the end the truth does come
Our illusions come undone and
I know you’ll still be there
‘Cause I can feel it everywhere
When I think of you
When I feel you in my bones
Circulating in my blood
Pumping through my heart
That’s when I think of you
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Piece of Air
03:24
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I was talking with my little girl
Of this life and of this funny world
I told her stories of before her time
Her big blue eyes, they opened wide
She said How can it be I wasn’t there?
Was I in the sky and of the air?
How can there ever be a time when I’m not there?
I think I must have been a piece of air
Dust to dust and air to air
Dust to dust and air to air
Dust to dust and air to air
Always there
Nothing lasts forever except one thing
It’s in the air on an eternal wing
It’s in the breath with an unending flow
It’s in the air, you know
So my little girl, when I’m not there
You know I’ll be the breeze that tickles your hair
I’ll be the wild wind that leaves you bare
I’ll be the breaths you take, your piece of air
I’ll be your piece of air, I’ll be your piece of air
Dust to dust and air to air
Always there
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9. |
Inner Work Song
02:26
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Hoe, Emma, hoe
You turn around, put a hole in the ground
Awake in the night, all is not right
There are layers on which we’ve been living
There are things that you know and places you haven’t wanted to go
Emma, you’d better start digging
Hoe, Emma, hoe
You turn around, put a hole in the ground
We’re princesses and princes who can’t feel the pea
Or we can, but we’re not gonna let on
We’ll stay in the dark
Because the bite is much worse than the bark
Emma, we’d better start digging
Hoe, Emma, hoe
You turn around, put a hole in the ground
We’ve been sitting on a mine
It’s been calcifying all of this time
You can see the scars but there’s glimmering gold too
Emma, we know now what we have to do
Hoe, Emma, hoe
You turn around, put a hole in the ground
You turn around, put a hole in the ground
You turn around
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Invictus
03:42
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(This will not break me, this will not break me)
Out of the night, that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever god may be
For my unconquerable soul
(I will not be broken
I will not be broken)
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed
It matters not how straight the gait
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul
(This will not break me, this will not break me)
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11. |
Flickering
03:07
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The candlelight is seeping in
These sleeping bones are quivering
The blood is flickering
She’s remembering, remembering, remembering
The candlelight is seeping in
These fingertips are tingling
The hair is curling
She’s awaking, awaking, awaking
She is somewhere here
As she’s always been
Lying, waiting, underneath the skin
Firelight is dancing
On newborn face, caressing
Soft warm breath a blessing
He’s sleeping, dreaming, remembering
He is somewhere here
As he’s always been
Lying, waiting, underneath the skin
Are you remembering, remembering, remembering?
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