1. |
Won't Get Far
02:46
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It's all good, everything is fine
Another dead kid, and more money in the pipeline
Out on the street, you feel the heat -
The cold looks and the crucifixion
Everything is fine, it's all good
The water's boiling in the whole neighbourhood
These hateful hands break up the band
Deal the cards and shed the blame
In the bubble everything is clean and safe
Don't want no trouble don't want nothing to do with your
Race to the top, it never stopped
Since Leo & Carney in that Prince Albert gun shop
Lachance died, Nerland went to hide under RCMP protection
Forget the precedent – it's shocking and new every time
And now to Stanley's friends, killing ain't even a crime
And it's weighing on my mind.
Who are we, if we set killers free and
Ignore dark clouds of white supremacy?
Silence is complicity
Your fear is your only enemy
If we give in we won't get far
No we won't get far
We won't get far
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2. |
In Time
02:56
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In time, I'll have no blood left to bleed
And I won't worry any more.
Take one good look and see
A thousand yards on distant shores
We're not waiting for a thing
A bridge to burn to keep us cold
Sink this ship to stay afloat
I hope
It will all make sense
I'm heaven-sent, disconnected from truth
Always talking to
Reach into the blue
Now, returned to my home
Surrounded yet alone
With two hands behind my back
Nervous from the lack of knowing where I stand
On the edge, and leaning in
The wind telling me it's been worse
I repeat this noble curse all night
Until I dream of the desert
Until I dream of the sea
Until I'm lost inside the jungle
Until I wash up on that beach
Until I run and seek the shelter of a hole inside the ground
Until the Earth erupts around me and I am deafened by the sound
Of one hundred million reasons, none of which are too profound
You can't ask a man to fight for peace when he does not understand that the scars he bears won't wash away like the blood upon his hands.
So I dream of the desert
So I dream of the sea
Until I'm lost inside the jungle
Until I wash up on your beach.
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Where were the edges when you were a boy?
Out on the ocean, too bright to ignore
With reckless abandon, you pined for a life
Not bound by the water, the earth, or the sky
You saw the worst in the people you loved
Now Gordie's in prison, Pam is mean on a buzz
All things unwanted, wanting things that you lacked
Drove you to start running and to never look back
From home in Camano to the Elger Bay
Stolen car to steal a plane out of Idaho State
From Creston to Granite, you wouldn't be caught
Crashed down in that forest where you fired the first shot
Hard times and harder landings could not keep the bandit down
And with every mile he yearned to go farther
Leaving only the trace of bare feet on the ground
Across the midwestern plains you ran
Ditched cars, heat scores, break & entering
Until Indiana and a new set of wings
It's 1200 miles to the Caribbean
The cops found the plane, but they couldn't find you
Until one week later when your face, someone knew
In a boat bound for Cuba, the chase had to end
When they shot out the engine, you put the gun to your head
Hard times and harder landings could not keep the bandit down
And with every mile he yearned to go farther
Leaving only the trace of bare feet on the ground
Six years in prison, you said it was hell
Now Gordie's long gone – Pam never got well.
All for a dream you will not realize
Colton Harris-Moore still looks to the sky.
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4. |
Slow Spirit
04:55
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You may never notice
But the fatalist has got the blues
He will never show this
Even when he takes those cues
Everything you want
And everything you have
One and the same in service
Of the present and the past
I looked in your eyes and wondered why you had to leave so soon
Slow spirit in a fast disguise watching everything move on through
Help me see the world as you do
Keep the evil at my back
If I never meet you in this life,
Let me feel the lack.
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5. |
Winding Road
04:08
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I think this is the end of me
Seems appropriate to make a speech
The benefits of being high and lone
Some whiskey bottle for a microphone
Long night turned into day
Turned into long night
Do I just fade away?
Keep it up and you might get hurt
This burning out is just too much work
I only make the best mistakes
Handcrafted and so well-placed
Blame myself because I could
Use a bit more guilt, pile it up, like
Would you like to see the next big thing?
Look in the mirror.
I'll look the other way.
Stare down the winding road
Streetlight sound and bitter cold
Separate plans for a selfless man
Pushing at the edges, locking all the doors
Waiting for a reason to do it like before
Punch in, check out.
Ring me up for the next round.
Sell me another version.
One where this is working.
In which I'm a different person.
While away, take up a collection
Make up a bunch of missed connections
And try to recollect when the odds were in favour
Of doing this whole thing better
And passing pretension off as a trend
Just like having friends
Forgetting the pitfalls
Phone calls and old halls
Talking walls of sound with peeling painted reverb
Bounced and mixed to shimmer
In the light of every flame held high against the grain
And stained with blood
Bar shows, TV shows and no-shows
Filling in, filling up and filling out
All this paperwork, no clean shirts, arguing over who did what first
Stare down the winding road
Lets get found before it's all sold
To the lowest bidder
Overpaid quota hitters
Factory farm team winners
Hey, at least we got a free dinner
out of the deal.
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6. |
Falling Into
03:11
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Sometimes I wonder how I ever get out
Of these holes I keep on falling into, these cracks in my mind
Seems I could never say what I meant
And I confess that in this mess, I nearly drowned trying to make sense
Of this feeling like I'm leaving behind reason for what's untrue
And the only one I ever wanted was the only one I had to lose
Solitary nights
Killing time while in the fog you hide
Left with all the empty promises I keep
To myself and no one else
To be honest I don't care at all.
I was waiting for that telephone.
I used to wonder where it all went.
Lost in the spaces where selfish love happens
And never coming back
Slow to heal, this bloody heart attack
And hard to deal when the fear
has the face of a friend
How vicious you are when I let you in
Everything I take
Every miracle, every mistake
Make my mind up
Put me here
I'll keep falling into heaven
If it's near
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7. |
Apropos of Nothing
03:57
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Down the path of illusion
some are easily led
Looking for absolution
there the procession tread
If you never let go
You'll never live and let live
Apropos of nothing
everything is within
You can eat your own heart out
Just ask yourself why
you hold it up so high
And it's blinding me
All these tunnel visionaries
This canary's got to catch a flight
The seatbelt sign is on
And it's a little late in the day
to start seeing the light
On the road to ruin
the way is paved in gold
All the people you're foolin'
won't save your soul
If you never let go
You'll never live and let live
Apropos of nothing
everything is within
You can eat your own heart out
Just ask yourself why
you hold it up so high
And it's blinding me
All these tunnel visionaries
This canary's got to catch a flight
The seatbelt sign is on
And it's a little late in the day
to start seeing the light
It's a little late in the day
to start wondering why
It's a little late in the day
It's a little late to say goodbye
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8. |
Brave New Waves
02:25
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Riding down the road in the middle of the night
Hand out the window, feeling light
Float upon the wind, come back down again
Music so loud I can't hear myself sing
This is what we know, we've got nowhere to go
But we're not going to take it slow
We just feel alive on this gentle Isle
Sedan delivery is on the side
This is where I live now
With the past over my shoulder
Where does the time go? I'll find out.
Head down to the beach – there's a fire by the sea
Brave New Waves will keep us company
If we're too late, there's a party we can make
This friend of a girl that my buddy used to date
Let's hit the town, Charlotte's got the sound
There's these new cats and they really put it down
I've been meaning to see this show at the Legion
Yes then we're all in agreement
This is where I live now
With the past over my shoulder
Where does the time go?
I'll find out when I am older.
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9. |
Silhouette
03:12
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Walking a lonesome stretch
Talking to a cigarette
And thinking about the days gone by
Head full of land and sea
Hands full with her
And I think that I might be past my prime
But in another hour or two
I'll stop feeling blue
Or maybe one more trip down memory lane
All the faces and the names and the beds where I have lain
Conjuring spirits in the dark
Be still my beating heart
She thinks that I'm naive
To think that I'll just leave without saying a word
I'm reaching for a ghost
And when I get so close
The air disappears from my lungs
My energy is spent
In the winter of contentment
With the writing on the wall to keep me warm
My love stays the same
Exes and old flames
Even so, I'll just let it go.
So tell me is it good enough?
I always hold you up
Look into the light to see the edges of your silhouette shining on me.
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10. |
Lay Down Your Troubles
02:44
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Will you lay down all your troubles now?
Will you lay down all your fears?
Will you lay down all your nervous thoughts
when you reach the end of the years?
When you're alone with the world in your hands
See how quickly we spin
Balanced here like a plate between love & hate
In a sea of far fires burning dim
All that you are is the dust my dear
All that you are is the breeze
All that you are is a work of art
A door to which you hold the key
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11. |
HBDR
00:30
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12. |
Peacekeeper
04:45
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How many days did your memory set off a spark?
How many nights did your wishes disappear in the dark?
You could have caught it, but when?
So fast now – not like then.
In this fight, there is no winner
In this fight, there is no faith
In this race, there is no finish line
Only horses out of breath
With each step, a new beginning
Every moment questioning the end
The end of the war inside your head.
If it were over, you could give all of your time to what you love.
Such a beautiful thing, to rise above.
The kings all sit in their high castles
Indulging now upon the verge
What little pieces can they now sell?
What peace they keep for themselves.
You are only a pawn now,
Playing this game between heaven and hell.
And fighting the war inside your mind.
If it were over, you could find all of your dreams now coming true
And setting you free
You are not the first to see it
You are not the last to know
If the future is unwritten the truth is drawn on your soul
The truth is drawn on your soul
The truth is drawn on your soul
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