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The Wind Blows
04:01
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Are you never grateful for what you already have
Do you feel defeated by the drift and drag
Do you ever feel the abyss engulfing you
Any minute you'll break into little pieces and dissipate
And slip away
All you suffering you are not alone
All you hopeless you are not alone
The wind blows
The wind blows
The wind blows us all
The wind blows
The wind blows
The wind blows us all
Somewhere in a dark wood are a billion trapped dreams
Little kites are tangled in their childhood trees
We are caught not broken
You and I we are strong enough to release the anger
All the fear that traps our hearts and keeps us there
All you suffering you are not alone
All you hopeless you are not alone
The wind blows
The wind blows
The wind blows us all
The wind blows
The wind blows
The wind blows us all
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2. |
My Favorite Ghost
03:30
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You're the sound that opens the seams
In my lucid dreams
You're the chill chill chill
You're the deafening voice
That inhabits my choice
And my will will will
Crazy enough I might be to admit
It was always you
Unfolded a lie can no longer deny
That it's always you
And I am so close to your warm western coast
My favorite ghost
Denial my dear formed a demon behind the door
Then the face of a man
A terror unnamed no more
Crazy enough I might be to admit
It was always you
Unfolded a lie can no longer deny
That it's always you
And I am so close to your warm western coast
My favorite ghost
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3. |
Fata Morgana
05:13
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I’m a mistress of the ocean
A fae witch of the sea
I know its ways
I know its language
All that is wordless speaks to me
You come to me for counsel
But your eyes are of the sea
I catch the flickering of hunger
All that is wordless in you is whispering to me
Come and dive into me
Wild dreams wild dreams
All that is wordless is speaking
Wild hearts wild hearts
Fata morgana or are you my destiny
You come to me for counsel
I keep your secrets and dreams
I see the flickering of hunger
All that is wordless in you is whispering to me
Come and dive into me
Wild dreams wild dreams
All that is wordless is speaking
Wild hearts wild hearts
Fata morgana or are you my destiny
Wild dreams wild dreams
All that is wordless is speaking
Wild hearts wild hearts
Fata morgana or are you my destiny
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4. |
Kali
04:07
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Kali come down
And trample my garden
Teach me how to love the ground
Kali come down and shatter my mirrors
See myself in all around
Say my name say my name say my name
Say my name say my name say my name
Say my name say my name til it sounds like
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
Kali come down
And whip us up a windstorm
Teach us how to spread our wealth
Kali come down
And shift the ground beneath us
Teach us how to hold ourselves
Say your name say your name say your name
Say your name say your name say your name
Say your name say your name til it sounds like
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
Kali come down
And shatter this china
Change the face of this pale love
Kali come down
And show us your shadow
Teach us how we are light
How we are light
How we are light
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
Like nothing you know
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5. |
Salem
04:27
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Where I come from
There's a place where nothing grows
A barren dry patch surrounded by willow trees
The innocent accused
Wept there on their knees
Salem
You are my blood
You're my secret name
Salem
I carry your magic
I carry your shame
There’s a circle stamped indelibly in our minds
Pious predators cast their shadows
So repressed and ignorant of their own motivating fear
Salem
You are my blood
You're my secret name
Salem
I carry your magic
I carry your shame
Cats and bats and jack-o-lanterns
Images within me swell
Here it is again upon us
Global village under spell
Salem
You are my blood
You're my secret name
Salem
I love you
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The Chauffeur
04:59
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Sound
04:27
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I am this painting on the wall
Bursts of color
Water and flame
So tightly framed
But I have sound and some escapes these walls
And part of me touches wherever it falls
And I wonder what you’re up to on this warm night
Whispering a dare into this open air
I have spirit sound and light
But nothing tangible tonight
Come give me something to hold
I’m imbued with a yearning to pursue
But all I can do is wrap this voice around you
And press these soft words into your skin
And I wonder what you’re up to on this warm night
I’m whispering a dare into this open air
I have spirit sound and light
But nothing tangible tonight
Come give me something to hold
Come give me something to hold
I am your naughty little witch
This body is magic
This body is magic
I am your naughty little witch
This body is magic
This body is magic
And I wonder what you’re up to on this warm night
Whispering a dare into this open air
I have spirit sound and light
But nothing tangible tonight
Come give me something to hold
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8. |
Little Green Hearts
03:58
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Look at us
Our little green little green hearts
On a treasure hunt
Look at them
They pull and they push and they shove
Put themselves above
Mark my words
Time is coming when we all will depend on each other
And something that’s coming from your eyes
Says you’re a dreamer
Says you’re a dreamer
Something that’s coming from your eyes
Says you’re a dreamer
Says you’re a dreamer
Says you’re a dreamer
Look at us
Our little green little green hearts
So alien
Look at them
Their skin is so wafer thin
But they crave communion
Mark my words
Time is coming when we all will depend on each other
And something that’s coming from your eyes
Says you’re a dreamer
Says you’re a dreamer
Something that’s coming from your eyes
Says you’re a dreamer
Says you’re a dreamer
Says you’re a dreamer
Soon you will be home
Soon you will be home
Soon you will be home
Soon you will be home
Home
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