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Holy Fire
03:34
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Bury my bones in the backyard
And leave for the war
Holy Fire: pray! Howl!
Burning as a bullet, as a comet before its death
Boiling as the anger of a mother we rape
Burning as a feather of a phoenix we never tamed
Boiling as a riot that we brought to its edge
Thunders and turbines and torrents we hit off
Thunders and turbines and torrents arouse.
Holy Fire!
Birds are the first thought that Earth has at dawn
Bombs are the first thing that I'm thinking of in the morning
Holy Fire: pray! Howl!
Birds are the first thought that Earth has at dawn.
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Pieces
03:19
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You ain't gonna fall to pieces
A new day is gonna begin
we own everything in our hand
Forest is the place to begin again
Houses will all fall to pieces
Only people gonna remain
Here, it is the way to begin again
Hold on give peace to your soul
You should dry your eyes
You should trust somebody
Someone to redeem your whole soul.
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Cornfields
03:27
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Hear my spirit soaring
Waiting for the dawn
Time is running slow
I wish I'd hold your flow
To set me free like I'm an animal
You can dance and thrill
I could just envy your skill
To Hug the spirit of a dawn
Get high with the rain
And set me free from all the blames
And live the forest as a home
It sounds beautiful
When I howl and a planet explodes
We can go through the cornfield
We don't need no apartment
We're not going back home
And we'll feed our souls.
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4. |
Arms To Heaven
03:56
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Holy Rain, may gentle be your drop.
Holy Wind, may gentle be your hug.
Pleasure as we raise our arms to heaven
May gentle be you
Hailing every bird from lark to raven
May genlte be you.
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5. |
Afraid Of The Time
06:01
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You're afraid of the time
You're afraid, it's clear, it's into your eyes
You're aware of your crimes
And weary 'cause your life is a lie
And I cry, and I laugh, and I sigh
And I laugh, no place here to hide
Show your daggers, show you're knives
Move your feet and keep open your eyes
Stay awake, it's for your life
You're a prey now, the jackal's outside
And I cry, and I laugh, and I sigh
And I laugh, no place here to hide
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6. |
Thoughts To Hide
05:12
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Yes, I wanna stare at this shine.
This time I'm a' run like a pilgrim
As I can find in everything the light
This time the shine will pass me by
But I have a fistful of fragments of bad thoughts to hide.
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7. |
Bonfire
04:38
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Everyone to the bonfire...
There is something that hasn't been said
It's an understatement
You will all think again
And open your eyes.
Everyone to the bonfire...
There's a teardrop that hasn't been shed
For another gone man
You will all think again
And open your heart.
Everyone to the bonfire...
There's a fable that hasn't been read
A new treasure to share
You will all think again
And open your mind.
Everyboby come
There's something to feel
You should get involved
Everyone to the bonefire.
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8. |
Dead Satellite
03:00
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On a hill the seasons passing by
But you will find behind a treasure
It's the riddle of the great Sublime
And it's calling you.
It's the riddle of the great Sublime
And it's passing through you.
The burial of the past is a broken dead satellite.
With no weight herons make their glide
They all fly beside the seven remains
With no weight whales are floating by
Through the blue.
The burial of the past is a broken dead satellite.
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6'05" Damore (Orphic)
06:05
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I will forever eat the sweetest fruits you grow
I will connect my spirit to the truth you own.
My face deep in your belly and you choke my moan
I laid beneath your shadow and I found my soul.
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Sea Of Joy
09:34
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Every sunrise shows out new desires.
Every sunrise bears new tribes of minds
Daily spring of life.
The town I don't feel mine anymore
Is now far, I'll keep on running
Tomorrow I'll find new home again.
I'm still looking for the sea of joy.
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