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By now we all know how this goes
A digital mirage of home
Candy apples painted chrome
I’m praying we can walk the wire
And keep our feet above the fire
The news keeps steady coming in
Our condition shows its teeth again
A nightmare we all thought would end
How far is it gonna go?
Do we really wanna know?
Souls are filling up the streets
Burning with a holy heat
But we don’t grieve, and we don’t rest
We just choose the lie that feels the best
So leave the banners at half mast
Until nature takes them down at last
The future, it is coming fast
The future, it is coming fast
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Gentle Violence
03:53
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There’s a gentle violence
Miles of silence
Separating
You and me
Crystal and covered
In the arms of a mother
I’m a child who cannot flutter myself free
Sons and daughters
Of rising waters
Hell is hotter
So they say
Maybe we’ll find out
When our time’s out
We keep living by the sword
Will we live another day?
Sometimes lately
I think of you leaving
Would my heart stop beating?
Would I know to cry?
My mind is storming
Three in the morning
We are two warring nations
And we don’t remember why
So while we revel
On ground unlevel
We give our devils
A place to hide
We’re suicidal
Flags and false idols
And god’s own precious guns
Won’t ever turn back the tide
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One man holds the world hostage
For his petty satisfaction
To watch the chain reaction
While he makes a redaction
One man holds the world hostage
To satisfy a sickness
While the rest of us bear witness
He’ll say it’s only business
Why do I keep feeling
Like we’ve been this way before
Why do I keep feeling
Like a soldier in a holy war
That I never signed up for
One man holds the world hostage
Cause he’s afraid of his feelings
And he’s a fraud when he’s dealing
No telling what he’s concealing
One man holds the world hostage
Bulletproof and big as Jesus
Gonna do just what he pleases
Til it’s all torn to pieces
One man holds the world hostage
Preaching to his choir
Pouring gas on the fire
The situation’s getting dire
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Sobo Interlude
00:45
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The more you say, the less it means
Living in the in betweens
In between the gold and blue
In between the world and you
In between’s where you were born
With all your little heartstrings torn
There’s nothing wrong with in between
The more you say, the less it means
Some folks stay and some folks go
Some folks say and some folks know
The distance between then and now
Is gonna catch you anyhow
Hold me near, I’ve traveled far
Collapsing like a lonely star
Now there’s nothing left but smithereens
The more you say, the less it means
In between the gold and blue
In between the world and you
The world that made a great big hole
In the middle of your mortal soul
And now you’re throwing punches at the moon
Crying, cause it ends too soon
Oh lord, another tragic scene
The more you say, the less it means
The more you say, the less it means
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Home from the hospital
In the grey mist of morning
The pain is pouring and pulling you under
Written into a story
That’s become a bloody bar fight
Heavier than god’s own holy thunder
Well, it’s alright
No we can’t control the daylight
So we rush right in like a wrecking ball
Will the heavens catch us when we fall?
I’m a Louisville slugger
Aimed for the fences
While my oldest defenses keep me down
I give my confession
Without disgrace or discretion
I will torch the kingdom outright, just to hold the crown
But, it’s alright
No we can’t command the moonlight
So we rush right in like a wrecking ball
Will the heavens catch us when we fall?
We writhe in agony
For our precious little legacy
Love and mercy
Gasoline and matches
You say you’ve got a few bridges left to burn
And the flickering flame
Is asking me a question
I can’t find the lesson to be learned
But, it’s alright
No we can’t control the daylight
Well, it’s alright
No we can’t command the moonlight
So we rush right in like a wrecking ball
Will the heavens catch us when we fall?
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Blue Dream Carolina
03:43
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Blue dream Carolina, remind me why I do this
Tell me what the truth is, don’t tell me who to be
I don’t have to tell you this life is plenty painful
Here comes my fallen angel, falling down on me
These days you go slower, slower than you used to
The current coming through you is gonna get released
Why don’t you surrender? What’s it to a killer?
Wearing all your wounds, you’re as salty as the sea
I been feeling fucked up, guess I always have been
Couldn’t let it happen, I couldn’t leave it be
Blue dream Carolina, you’re carried in the wind now
Your soul is paper thin now, but it doesn’t have to be
Blue dream Carolina, remind me why I do this
Tell me what the truth is, don’t tell me who to be
I don’t have to tell you this life is plenty painful
Here comes my fallen angel, falling down on me
You’re carried in the wind now, your soul is paper thin now
Hey there fallen angel, you can fall on me
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Silver Sliver
02:20
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Lord send down a heavenly rain
Pixels bleeding in my brain
Silver sliver in the sky
I’m in love with you and I don’t know why
The well’s been dry since 2015
Baptize me in a digital stream
You gotta go where there’s work that pays
Digital souls in digital praise
Now I take small steps like you told me to
But I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I couldn’t change what people say
So I went and gave it all away
33rd west is the Creek County line
I got a grass fire going in the back of my mind
Kicking up smoke, kicking up tears
Kicking up joy, kicking up fear
There’s a world of beauty, there’s a world of shit
There’s a world at the end of my fingertip
A digital balm for an analog bruise
Which world do I choose?
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Good morning midnight
We might not sleep until daylight
But there ain’t much I can do about it
No, there ain’t much I can do about it now
Some hearts are stone, some hearts are clay
Some hearts looks better from far away
But there ain’t much I can do about it
No, there ain’t much I can do about it now
Can you hear the bells a ringing?
Yes, it all comes down to that pendulum swinging
Living in a town I don’t recognize
The old one disappeared before my eyes
There ain’t much I can do about it
No, there ain’t much I can do about it now
Some days you’re gonna have to shed a tear
Some days you’re swinging from the chandelier
Well there ain’t much I can do about it
No, there ain’t much I can do about it now
Some people go, some people stay
Turns out you’re gonna hurt either way
And there ain’t much I can do about it
No, there ain’t much I can do about it now
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No Time
03:28
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Covered up in rain
Far from where we came
From where our troubles were tomorrow
Praying for some grace
A song you couldn’t place
Tonight your melody is ringing hollow
Looking for a clue
To tell you what to do
Looking for the pages to be turning
Look and you shall find
A time bomb in your mind
And child, it’s gonna set your world a burning
But I don’t have the time
I don’t have the time to cry
Now it’s all a blur
They told you who you were
And you had not the words to argue
You drew a heavy line
A knot you can’t unwind
Now when the morning comes, who are you?
I don’t have the time
I don’t have the time to cry
The future’s coming fast
Neck deep in the past
Don’t miss the moments while they’re passing
The clock will surely call
Empires all will fall
My love for you is everlasting
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11. |
Bixhoma Interlude
00:46
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Visitor
04:34
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There was a time I thought I could make the pain stop
I ran every way but forward, I made a flood out of a rain drop
And you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking bout you
Well you still got your nostalgia, and I got my wandering mind
I am a visitor
Everywhere I go, I am a visitor
Well I don’t need much
But a healing touch
I am a visitor
The city’s getting bigger, while the world is getting smaller
I made a ransom note to heaven, I made a dime out of a dollar
And my half measures, well they thrashed me half to death
So you just hang on to your half truths cause I got enough regrets
I am a visitor
Everywhere I’ve been, I am a visitor
Well I don’t need much
But a healing touch
I am a visitor
Times are anything but kind
I’ve been dreaming like there’s
Something there of meaning I could find
But lost and found, round and round I go
Doing every bit I can with what little bit I know
I am a visitor
I’ve been stoned and scared of my reflection
I can see your shifty smirk from the depths of my depression
But I will not be your puppet or your payment
Your easy entertainment, for I’ve made amends to me
I am a visitor
On this lonely earth, I am a visitor
Well I don’t need much
But a healing touch
I am a visitor
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John Moreland Tulsa, Oklahoma
John Moreland doesn’t have the answers, and he’s not sure anyone does. But he’s still curious, basking in the comfort of a
question, and along the way, those of us listening feel moved to ask our own. “I don’t ever want to sound like I have answers, because I don’t,” he says. “These
songs are all questions. Everything I write is just trying to figure stuff out.”
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