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Where Does The Time Go?
05:41
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I feel it in my bones, whenever I’m alone,
Waiting for something or someone to really change.
I feel it in my spine, almost all the time,
The calmness of your shallows got me shadow blind.
And oh, where does the time go?
Slipping through the cracks that my leaving leaves.
And oh, it feels so good to know,
Leaving ain’t so hard every time I go away,
When I know you’re helping count down the days.
I feel it in the air, whenever you’re not there,
To know you’re safe and warm is all I really care.
Through the wind and snow, and everywhere I go,
It’s out of my control, it’s unconditional.
Chorus
My heart’s on fire, my soul is ablaze,
My mind is searching for the memory of your face.
Are you lonely, babe? Are you lonely, girl?
And as I ramble, lonely as a fool,
My arms around you, babe, way overdue.
Are you lonely, babe? Are you lonely, girl?
Chorus
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Compass And The Sand
12:44
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Compass And The Sand.
(Devils in the root).
Acoustic guitars, vocals, additional electric guitars and percussion: MW // Electric guitar: BE // Backing vocals: MW, DSharaf and JC // Double Bass: JP // Drums, percussion: DS // Flute: TAU // Strings: VS
It’s an impish kind of smile you wear,
The rock’s still warm from the sun-dried air,
And it’s baking the bathers, to a crusted brown.
Not a care to be found.
Try the other pocket dear I know it’s there,
I never leave without it and I’m willing to share.
Although my charm is not spontaneous,
I’m courageous and I’m oh, so fair.
Can I strike up a bargain or two with you,
I hate to hear your back door slam,
You have something I can really use,
Oh, the compass and the sand, the compass and the sand.
Cruel, brave and strong, that’s what you’re trying to be.
Oh, in reality, you’re circling the plug.
Chorus
The cards are on the table and there’s pokers in the fire,
Oppose your opinion, you brand me a liar.
Your opinion is worth more than my fact,
Spew it with conviction to drown me out.
God forbid I offend you and your little crew,
Overloaded little minds, fragile, ego bruise.
You chose not to listen and you refuse to see,
Devil’s in the root.
Come my little angels I need you now,
Mother’s fighting wars in her dressing gown.
The mongers in suits and it suits him well,
Deer with seven heads and seven armies fell.
Guns protect those from those with the guns,
There’s no food on the tables when the bridges are burnin’.
You can’t clean your money in the ebbs of black tides,
Motherless child and childless bride.
Ships are bleeding currency, inoculate the heard,
Currents are choked on the souls of dead birds.
You chose not to listen and you refuse to see,
Devil’s in the root.
Verse
Verse
Chorus
We’re just ghostly whispers on the sands of time,
And the compass needle cannot lie.
Whether you wear princes’ robes or beggars’ rags,
You’re never gonna miss the things you never had.
And the wicked winds made moan.
And it’s hard to know, what’s real today,
The closer you get to it, starting to regret it,
Along with all the other things you thought you could throw away.
The deserts weep for the souls they keep,
(oh yes, it’s getting out of hand).
No shelter from the ceaseless heat,
(no mercy for beast nor man).
And the wicked winds made moan.
Between the thumb and the finger of the dead man,
Was a note that read “all the bloods been bled”,
Washed up on the shore, fooled by the Compass And The Sand.
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Dirt In Your Eye
02:56
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Fortune spent on boats of barely floating rubber.
It’s what God wants and I’m calling out to Mother.
She raises a glass, here’s dirt in your eye.
Late evening, long shadows.
Peasant fires burning the shallows.
She raises a glass, here’s dirt in your eye.
Hooked against my will.
Superstation running rife.
She raises a glass, here’s dirt in your eye.
Damage, fear, intensify.
Child soldiers, fully certified.
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Oh Me Oh My Oh
02:50
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Oh me oh my oh, I can see for miles and miles.
You’re putting me on trial, it’s hard to get ahead in this kind of light.
Oh now that it seems to me, your little heart’s a mystery, and lately it’s unravelling to me.
All that’s sacred to you and yours, are you not suspicious at all?
There’s a madness in your rage,
Oh but woman, you all the things I crave.
Oh tell me why oh, this wild child’s in denial.
What’s with your smile? It’s hard to get ahead when your skin’s not right.
Chorus
Never wanna lose these easy blues.
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Thick And Thin
06:57
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I’m well aware of the risk.
I’m well aware of the facts.
I’m well aware of the consequences,
And I know there’s no way back.
I’ve been staring at the full moon,
I’ve been looking into space,
Now I’ve come to know you,
It’s you I can’t replace.
Our journey’s been through thick and thin we’re glued together,
In the peace we find in blue, blue skies above the weather.
And I still recall with joy and awe what your love delivered,
Two streams combine and over time a mighty river.
Chorus
And I wouldn’t let you go for my weight in gold.
Without you I’d be wandering through some terrifying dream,
Coming lose about the seams.
Verse
Chorus
Can’t replace you darlin, can’t replace you girl, can’t replace you baby,
It’s you I can’t replace, my love.
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Blossom Must Rot
05:24
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Seasons come and Seasons go, form horizons in my mind,
Horizons in my mind.
I’m melting back and forward with every savage grain I sow,
Every savage grain I sow.
And oh, how the blossom must rot, for the apple.
Divine wine’s just magic on the vine,
Dripping from the vine.
And what such luck, I can fill my cup, oh all the seasons round.
And I’m getting drunk and watch these changes pass me by.
The apples fall and die.
Chorus
Rosemary, sage and thyme and time again,
Time and time again.
She tries to warn us that brand-new borders are the least of our despairs,
They’re the least of our despairs.
I know of no fruit tree growing taller in the shade,
What kind of monster have you made?
Chorus
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I fully admit it, I’m guilty as charged,
Take me to the gallows you can feed me to the sharks.
I’m the worst kind of liar, I’m the lowest of lows,
Who needs a man with a hole for a soul?
But you must understand it’s not always black and white,
The moon keeps the sky from total darkness at night.
As the clouds comes down and the mist it does rise,
There’s something on the horizon,
I can see it in your eyes.
Oh, was the grass any greener?
Or did it smell just like home?
Oh, can you see any clearer?
Or when you look in the mirror,
Do you see me?
You are a hypocrite, finally admit to it,
Shall we keep on fighting, waring or call it quits?
The race it is run, what’s done it is done,
Let’s head back to the valleys where this all began.
So, take back your pride and give me back my sword,
I’ll build you a house which just can’t be ignored.
Take back your smile and give me back my ring,
I’ll build you a thrown, fit for a queen.
Chorus
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Time Doing Nothing
04:52
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Slow down,
Take it in,
Pass it round,
Take it on the chin.
Take a look around, we’re the lucky ones, we are.
Put your guilt away,
Now’s not the time,
Talk to me,
What’s on your mind?
Take a look around, we’re the lucky ones, we are.
Time doing nothing ain’t wasting time.
Breath,
Let your shoulders ease,
Take the weight off,
You can lean on me.
Chorus
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Mind Run Free
03:57
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I listen what you say, you told me yesterday,
What’s holding you back, what’s keeping you down.
Sometimes you gotta let your mind run free,
Never surrender your dignity,
Streaming out the window like a bad dream out on the sea.
You feel exposed as hell, embarrassing yourself,
You say you keep it all in check but it’s hand-written on the bedroom wall.
Sometimes you gotta let your mind run free,
I won’t blame you if you grow tired of me,
There’s always been a part of you picking up the pieces of me.
Getting away with it,
No mistaking the way it’s always been.
Yes, it was a tragedy,
The shooting was life shattering,
There we begin.
It’s easy to pretend, lying to your only friend.
And I see her struggling, watching you struggle through it all.
Sometimes you gotta let your mind run free,
Rock bottom took you an eternity,
Bottom of the well is an awful lonely place to be.
I listen what you say, you never ask for help,
And I no longer believe you and you are not convincing yourself.
You’ve lost the will to let your mind run free,
You feel the madness setting in,
As you slump down on the sofa and drown those demons away again.
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