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01 Uprising
04:37
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02 Freakshow
03:02
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03 Soundscape
00:15
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04 Tombstone
04:01
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TOMBSTONE
there are no words to make you feel
there is no road to send me home
my heart why are you beating still?
my legs why must you wandering roam?
there is no song to take your leave
there is no distance far away
my soul, why do you still grieve?
to put my wounded-ness at bay
my boat embarks at appointed hour
I know what destination be
no need for eyes on Pilot’s tower!
in journey’s end – eternity
quick my step to board this boat⇀
it seems my only respite now
away from suffering, now afloat!
oh mistress death will kiss my brow
if you remember me at all
(now I below, was once above)
as good a man who heard the call
of life’s best offering – joyous love
joyous love - joyous love
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05 Soundscape
01:18
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06 Delicate Light
03:02
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DELICATE LIGHT
Is it love is it lust is it dust in the wind
of the wings of the words we might sing as we spin
and then dance in the night by the delicate light
of the moon as she whistles our tune, what a sight
Is it me. is it me with my passion for poetry
weaving the dawn with the suns of a softer sky
telling a tale of a love that will never die
casting a spell on a heart that’s forgotten
What magic exists in a soft tender kiss
and the taste of your lips and the smell of your skin
as you press into mine, our hearts still finding
the beat that keeps skipping past all of the signs
Saying you! Saying you! With a passion for prayers
they are answered in prose of the lotuses blossoming
with every step that you take in the wake of
a love that we share in the moment, eternal
It stretches beyond any bindings of time
it is free of the lines of an unfinished rhyme
and it carries the sound of my voice through this song
That I’m singing for you, I’m still singing along
And its true! It is we! Wish a passion for passion
and presence that pierces through anything less than
the essence of love in the purest of forms
as two lovers in love with the light we are shown
I see you
repeat vrs 1 w chords of vrs 3
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07 Soundscape
00:11
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08 Lullaby
04:34
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LULLABY
I dreamed of you in our dawn of love
when hope was life's sweet reward
we saw miracles in clouds above
heard tunes played of mystic chords
I dreamed you came unto my old boat
for to sing me a sweet lullaby
you whispered to my ever lonely throat
of a journey coming nigh
I dreamed you asked if I'd remember you
I thought the question strange
then glowed you with iridescent blue
before you finally went away
(break)
I dreamed the dark sky lay empty bare
then a star shot across the vale
all the long nights we'll never share
live as sighs in yon comet's tail
they say that life is but a torrent stream
with dark vessels of the tortured mind
but when I'm with you in that blessed dream
it seems that life is kind
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09 Soundscape
02:03
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10 Note In A Bottle
03:12
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NOTE IN A BOTTLE
I’m sending this note - in a bottle to you
on my derelict boat - my thoughts all askew
in doldrums I float - under infinite blue
so I’m sending this note - in a bottle to you
in this whole blossom world - of minds and red flowers
where once I lay curled - safe in my own powers
my soul has unfurled - in the stillness of hours
and poetry hurled – into tresses and bowers
so wake not the dead - to tell of my sorrows
refine not your head - for yet more tomorrows
make not this bed - who knows what it borrows?
we will be wed – amid gravestones and sorrows
I write still these words – who to say where they land?
on luminous shards – of infinite sand?
or shall ocean birds – read them and brand
my vision as blurred – my hope now too grand?
I’m sending this note - in a bottle to you
on my derelict boat - my thoughts all askew
in doldrums I float - under infinite blue
so I’m sending this note - in a bottle to you
so wake not the dead - to tell of my sorrows
refine not your head - for yet more tomorrows
make not this bed - who knows what it borrows?
we will be wed – amid gravestones and sorrows
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11 Soundscape
03:57
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12 By Evening Light
04:20
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BY EVENING LIGHT
is the morn too bright for mystic grace?
by evening light you’ll finally see my face
when wane these days of our fugitive life
will you then say it was worth the strife?
when your voice departs on its predestined rounds
to gift to the young love’s newest sounds
when your beauty dies in memories truth
and cruel time betrays your strength of youth
when walk you then upon my grave
what then to bear, what will be saved?
the day is to see; in night we feel;
will you feel of me, a man once real?
was morn too bright to see the fears?
by evening light, feel you my tears?
to sing without a song is a siren seeking notes
wailing pointless at the dawn announcing emptiness of hopes
is it the singer or the song tells the exalt of the morn?
Is it the keeper or the lighthouse safes the way with welcome horn?
Is it the songbird or nature’s cycle rings the birth of fertile May?
a flashy voice sings only of it's own heart binges
but the soul of time is in the sound of rusty hinges
is the morn too bright for mystic grace?
by evening light you’ll finally see my face
when wane these days of our fugitive life
will you then say it was worth the strife?
day is to see; in night we feel;
will you feel of me, a man once real?
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13 Soundscape
01:25
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14 The Gourd
03:34
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15 Soundscape
04:31
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16 Soundscape
01:14
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17 Getcha One A Yer Own
03:44
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GETCHA ONE A YER OWN
I got me some jewelery gonna set me on fire
the world will admire my necklace of burnin' tire.
If you gotta better idea just be setting the tone
If you don't like my necklace getcha one a yer own
I gotta car with no steering wheel
and its made of cardboard stead of the usual steel
if you gotta better idea don't call me on the phone
If you don't like my car getcha one a yer own
I got me some hooch made a lighter fluid
Tastes like it was made in the time of the Druid
When yer cravin' wild for the high class zone.
If you don't like my whiskey getcha some of yer own.
(Chorus)
I got the lost cause blues - Still payin my how-do-ya-dues.
When she turn my light on it blew the fuse.- Gotta real bad case of them lost cause blues.
(Verse)
Got me some perfume emanates from a skunk.
Collected from the road kill saved for years in my trunk.
If you got sweeter smells than i squeezed off that bone.
You don't like my perfume, getcha some of yer own.
Got me a TV only has one color
All metallical green and it couldn't be duller.
Before you go postal and be all piss and moan,
You don't like my TV getcha one of yer own.
Drag my safe into a burning house, -
Stored my cheese with a hungry mouse..
Loaned my car to a blind chauffeur. -
Played me some golf with a holy gopher.
If you gotta better idea don't be hummin' dial tone
If you don't like my life getcha one a yer own
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18. |
18 Soundscape
01:43
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19. |
01 Uprising
04:37
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Frank Garvey San Francisco, California
MOTH NOR RUST is Frank Garvey, Daniel Berkman, Scarlet Moon, David Earl, Rebel Sweetie, and Dave G.
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