1. |
There Will Be Two
04:13
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Where once was sand, there will be gold,
Where once we stood, there will be holes,
Where once were waves, there will be land,
Where once was choice, there will be chance,
And where once was one there will be two.
What once was dust will grow anew.
Oh, change is gonna come
When the rain is done.
Where once were clouds, there will be shelter,
Where once was fear, there will be revel,
What once was loss will be loss still,
But wounds forgotten are never healed.
And where once was one there will be two.
What once was dust, will grow anew.
Oh, change is gonna come
When the rain is done.
Where once were knots, there will be chord,
What once was soft, will turn to bone,
What once was old, will be older yet,
Where we began, is where we end,
But where once was one, there will be two.
What once was dust will grow anew.
Oh, change is gonna come
When the rain is done.
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2. |
The Fires of Tomorrow
04:41
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Seeing all the weeks go by so slow
Fleeing every moment that grows old
The trees rise up like sirens in the snow
And she don't
The beating of the buried apple core
Like drummers in their place beneath the show
And all the while your distant mountains roll
But you don't
Your hauling tons of coal
To the fires of tomorrow
The mornings when you wake up on your own
You'll question every memory you chose
And hope to never have to leave your mold
Cause he don't
Every evening that you lie awake alone
You'll wonder whether she is just as poor
If her bootleg bible tells her what you don't
But it's hollow
Just like her arms
But you're hauling tons of coal
To the fires of tomorrow
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3. |
For the Farm
04:18
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I don't want be another statistic in your book of facts
I don't want be another man run down in your tracks
I don't want to be another fallen star
I want to be a farm!
I want you to grow on me
I want to open my eyes to the things I can't yet see
I don't want to be blind just cause there's no light
I am moon shine!
I want to be your, rooster call
I want to be the dreary day that keeps us in bed and warm
I want to be the snow that cleans the past
I'm second chance,
And I'm a goddamn ranch!
But there's so many faces here I know I'm lost
I take the bus to work, but there I days when I don't get off
But I'm sure that staying put won't be enough
Yeah this seat moves but it takes me back to where I'm running from
I want to be the path through woods to town
I used to be able to tell when I had gone too far
But now I want to be what keeps us from turning back
I'm trampled grass
I've got to be what's left of red in the air the evening sun
I want to be the perfect balance of what's been falling and what's holding it up
I want to be the railroad's endless cut
Out between those stars
I want to be a cloud of smoke in the afternoon
Yeah the sun is shining, but it's still too cold to move
I want to be the mail delayed for days
I am a broken egg.
I am the open air.
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4. |
Been Working
02:49
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We hear the train, we know it's course
We know it is a constant force
Earned a bottle for keeping time
Earned a neck full of lies
Earned a lesson or two from the nights I spent outside
We find ourselves, 'cause we think we're lost
fool ourselves, 'cause we think we ought
Earned a stone for keeping rules
Earned a chisel and a belt of tools
Earned another couple lessons from the pebbles in my shoes;
Rattling like cages over you.
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5. |
I Never Saw
04:48
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When I was walking cross the desert, between me and your arms,
I stared towards the muddy sky.
When I was crossing that tired old desert, darling,
I never saw you standing by my side.
When I left last night for the empty road,
I never been so lost in all my life.
When I left late last night to pine for gold, sweet girl,
I never thought that you'd be following behind.
I remember lying down in the April grass,
Staying put and swinging slow.
I remember the spring sun surrounding you like a cast.
I remember how you laugh so low.
When you told me that you were leaving to fly,
I never knew you meant to land.
When I was crossing the worn out river between your arms and mine,
I never saw that wayward lamb.
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6. |
Hold On
02:25
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All that I want is someone to hold on to
If giving's enough, then it's given that I'll do
But if taking's what's needed I'll steal what your missing
For the chance at a fleeting grasp
and the last of you're reaching hands
Because all that I want is someone to hold on to
Living in mudslides and swept up in monsoons
Living in lost land's and living in caves, man
the stars reappeared.
There was a draught, then there was rain, then it was clear.
Ah, the sound of the mud sucking at my soles
And my footprints and the grime between my toes
And the steps you sold that brought me home
All say that all that I want is someone to hold on to
Someone who's holding to the things I know I'll lose
An avalanche and a net to fall back on
An honest, open book
With indecipherable words
All that I want is someone to hold on to
The last bit of sunlight; the flinching; the good moods
Someone who does with curious love
Who folds a paper crane
With a wish and a world of thanks
It froze for the first time last night
I saw the frost on the window 'fore it melted in the sunrise
I know what's coming, yeah, I'm not blind.
It's just that, all that I want is someone to hold on to
A mixed up old puzzle of bruises and sunburns
A lesson in art I could never imagine
A sly, half smile
And peace
In the last place I tried.
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Seth Hanson Boston, Massachusetts
Songs about me & stuff
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