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The Rope Climber
06:16
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Long distance cattle call
One nation stands to feed it all
One day, these captives will be saved
Slow motion progress line
One nation, strong and well defined
One day, these captives will be saved
Evolution shine on me
Brain-dead in my tree
A movement changes fast
One nation, strong and built to last
Unless those demons don't confess
Migration under siege
Long way for kindred company
Unless those demons don't confess
Evolution shine on me
Brain-dead in my tree
It's all the same
We all must dance alone
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2. |
The Wellspring
04:38
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I never thought of salvation
Till I was ready for life
I never thought of my nation
Till I was ready to die
Although the west wins like before
On the radio line, we hear
Their children are no more
Gone on a magical ride
I never thought of starvation
Till I was ready to dine
I never thought of privation
Till I was ready to buy
Although The West wins like before
On the radio line, we hear
Their children are no more
Gone on a magical ride
And though the wellspring water flows
Without a rationale
The motor run behind it all
Will never compromise
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3. |
From The Treetops
05:19
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Whoops a daisy
Down you go, under raging water
How the wind comes tumbling
So innocent and humble
From the treetops I discern images of wonder
In the end I will return, one with air and water
Bar the main decks from the storm
Wind and raging water
How the rain drops on the lawn
In events of ardor
From the treetops I discern images of wonder
In the end I will return, one with air and water
Oh this is a matter of both our lives.
Only sea
Oh this is a matter of both our lives.
Only see
Still the windswept father calls
In the man of honor
Shadow dancing on and on
In amazing order
From the treetops I discern images of wonder
In the end I will return, one with air and water
Oh this is a matter of both our lives
Only sea
Oh this is a matter of both our lives
Only see
Please don't turn me off until the end.
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4. |
Empire Blues
06:07
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He lost his way downtown
She watched the empire grow
He was a bleeding heart
She was a gentle rose
She set the room on fire
He watched the night explode
They were a dealing part
One for the mental road
I know it's hard
I know we're enemies
But your ailing mind
Misunderstands these lines
I know we're enemies
But your failing life
Misunderstands me fine
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5. |
The Evenings of Sound
07:01
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Home is a place of unlikely hands
Home is the pedestal of every man
Whole is the banquet at which we sit
Full are the messages to whom we give
Thankful and free from unwanted fear
Soulful in likeness in every tear
Always among the endless abound
Strident and young, the evenings of sound
I can hear them all around now
They won't let go
Skies opening
Keep me from them
He walks slowly
Down, low, talking
We know nothing
Of your ways and means
Windows are fine for distant reprieves
Shadows divine with untimely peace
Water is cold when limbs are at ease
Destiny folds when thirsting at sea
Captain, oh captain, where is my ship?
Fate has denied me here on this trip
Lonesome am I who waits in the breeze
Blessed are those your majesty leads
I can hear them all around now
They won't let go
Skies opening.
Keep me from them
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6. |
Dust
07:42
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In the dust in the wind they move on
In the silence, the wind is still calm
In their heartache, the wounded will call
In the silence, the wind is still calm
There's a widow without her man home
There's a child at the window, disowned
In the dust in the wind they move on
In the silence, the wind is still calm
Some holy day
In the morning the world is reformed
With the fallen the word is reborn
In the dust in the wind they move on
In the silence, the wind is still calm
Some holy day
Leave the ways I know
A call to get back home
Leave the ways I've known
A call to get back home
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Hip Bobsha Providence, Rhode Island
Hip Bobsha's sound is best described as an eclectic mix of rock, folk, & funky jams ... all brewed together and then left to ferment.
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