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300 MYR
03:37
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Before the flowers
You wouldn't even recognize the sky
Almost everything died in the fires
With a few lucky ones barely getting by
Before the borders
Mother goddess sang a lullaby
Go to sleep my little babies
You’re gonna have a lot of difficult times
If you don’t treat me like a lady
Won’t be the apple of my eye
Before the flowers
Nature was your only alibi
It's going dark in a few short hours
You don’t even have to try
Go to sleep my little babies
You’re gonna have a lot of difficult times
If you don’t treat me like a lady
Won’t be the apple of my eye
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2. |
The Magician
03:31
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Everyone calls me the magician
That’s what they have come to believe
‘Cause to pull of the show that i did
You’d have to have patrick up your sleeve
You can cover all you vices up in virtue
Charm and slight of hand are all you need
If you're thinking that it will not, it will hurt you
If you think you have a trick up your sleeve
You can hide inside some beautiful creations
You can hide among the faces on the big tv
You can make a million dollars if you want to
But you'll have to have a trick up your sleeve
Everyone is searching for the hole in the curtain in the dream
But the truth is gonna cut a hole right through you
If you think you have a track up your sleeve
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3. |
Greenbelt Vision
04:04
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Give me back my
Greenbelt vision
Let me enshrine it in a song
In the language
Of the landscape
Before we started doing everything wrong.
Gather ‘round me like a fire
Gaze upon me like a dreaming child
Let it be your one desire
Get your ass back to the wild
Well good morning
Earthtone angel
It's so nice seeing you beyond the pale
When the sun hits
You at this angle
I start doing very well
Take me back to the valley
Take me back there in style
I’m headed down this blind alley
Get your ass back to the wild
Did you hear that
The great denier
Going ‘round saying that it can’t be done
But it must be
So remember
You are not the only one
Living outside your natural range
Solastalgia mile by mile
Knowing something’s got to change
To get your ass back to the wild
Give me work that
makes me healthy
Give me food that isn't made of death
So I can speak
Greenbelt vision
To all of you with every breath
The only thing left to fear
Is anything that's tame and mild
Do some justice to those tears
Get your ass back to the wild
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4. |
Peril
03:52
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At the peril of everything
You go on as if
Everything in your whole life
Wasn't pointed at this
At the scene of destruction
All you chose to see
Was a means to pervade
This fucked up colony
Beyond the reach of your history
What’s the truth I got to know
Can you flat out deny it?
That forever may never be so?
At the peril of everything
At the peril of everything
At the peril of everything
Asleep in a bed
Padded by reasons
Against the voices in your head
Beyond the reach of your history
What’s the truth I got to know
Can you flat out deny it?
That forever may never be so?
So I write you this letter
to scream at the sky
For regeneration
And sorry for the late reply
Sorry for the late reply
Sorry for the late reply
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5. |
Day Laborer
03:45
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Half alive and full of dreams
Half your life don't mean anything
If you're a rich man standing on your last penny
Try and look relaxed
Sometimes my heart is as hard as stone
Sometimes it's full of cracks
The moment I'm flying high like a saucer
the next im flat on my ass
There’s no logic here to justify
Hey, who ran off with my glory?
I’ve got a funny way of talking a
nd it aint helping my story
I’ve been studying your mysteries
And I still don't have a clue
Walking the trusses over no man's land
Thinking no one could understand
Why all the pain you got second hand
It feels brand new
All I see are terrorized faces
Staring at the screen
I speak to strangers in my own language
and they don't say anything
But you always know what i'm talking ‘bout
When I see you in my dreams
I wink at you in irony
but don't see what good it brings
There’s no logic here to justify
Hey, who ran off with my glory?
I’ve got a funny way of talking
and it aint helping my story
I’ve been studying your mysteries
And I still don't have a clue
Walking the trusses over no man's land
Thinking no one could understand
How all the pain you got second hand
It feels brand new
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6. |
Memory Palace
02:51
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I’m building a memory Palace
Hoping to never forget
There Are so many names for the flowers
And futures to be salvaged yet
Im building a home for the orphan
Living inside of my heart
And i'm digging a grave for the fear
And hatred we pray to depart
I’m cutting down all the fences
Letting out all of the dams
And I'm putting it all in the open
Hoping that you’ll understand
I’m fighting like hell for my healing
Hoping that it isn't to late
And I'm stoking the coals of that feeling
For the fire to regenerate
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7. |
DNDPL
02:49
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Who did you say it was brother?
Who was is that fell by the way
When we were not keeping each other
And the old world was going away
The eyeball’s a powerful organ
But it's the hearts job to understand
Fix not on the colors of people
And do not degrade the promised land
Who is the keeper of the glory
Whose blood is thicker than the rain?
Who forsakes the human story
They vowed to not repeat again
See the misanthropic people
Building a great tower on the sand
Smiling as they lie to their children
Saying do not degrade the promised land
How many minutes till the graveyard
Is covering every inch
Of every mountain and river
The mines the dam the ditch
You destroyer of the mother
How could you scheme such a plan
When all that she ever asked you
Was do not degrade the promised land
What are you calling your freedom
Some are having a hell of a time
There’s blood on the bottom of the ocean
And none of it’s mine
You inheritor of power
Complicit in the lie for which it stands
Awaken to the cruelty of your founders
And do not degrade the promised land
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8. |
Limestone Trail
03:34
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Sun on your Face
Set the alarm clock wrong
I left the headlights on
Oh no
So call of the day
Brush everything aside
Breakout the lullabies so slow
And ring the bells as the day breaks
Swing the ax at the new ways
Look behind you
Look behind you
Look behind you
I got a plan
I call the big escape
A thousand lonely hills
and miles to ruminate
So cut like a blade
Across the morning dew
Wish that you never knew
Why always the flag so low
And stare at the sand
Trapped in a hour glass
Dream that the overpasses over grow
And ring the bells as the day breaks
Swing the ax at the new ways
Look behind you
Look behind you
Look behind you
I got a plan
I call the big escape
A thousand lonely hills
and miles to ruminate
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9. |
They Won't Be Fooling Me
04:53
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Out here among the pedestrians
Everyone’s friends or at least pretends
With the city people
who do not kneel beneath nature's steeple
The so called ruling-class
You need a hand honey, they have your ass
And they try to drive a wedge racially
And justify their hatful history
And the other ugly ones are gonna curse the other
just because his brother does
No they
No they won't
No they won't be
No they won't be fooling me
They won't be fooling me now
And the doubting inner voices
That say you do not have any other choices
Those who do not fight so hard
Unless there is injustice in their own backyard
Those who give up on wondering
And believing in the mystery dream of everything
No they
No they won't
No they won't be
No they won't be fooling me
They won't be fooling me now
They won't be fooling me now
Now
Now
Now
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10. |
Bad Energy
02:58
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Such a complicated pattern
Such a reckless dance
Didn't come here for answers
but still just wanted to ask
Am I part of the story?
I just wanted to see
Really hate to see you crying
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
At the scene of destruction
I got so sad
Promised to give away every
possession that I had
Just like your Jesus said to
But somehow you don't agree.
Some people got nothing
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
This used to be a forest
This used to be a well
This used to be paradise
Now it's a living hell
Do you ever stop to question
What you believe?
Do you ever even ask
Is it because of me?
So please don't feed me that story
you never quite land
extolling the virtues of the progress of man
Wasn't ever worth the violence
For such bad energy
History repeats
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
Is it because of me?
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Jordan Moser Austin, Texas
Jordan Moser is a songwriter and filmmaker based in Austin TX. Upon retiring from a decade-long career as a professional dancer, Jordan immediately revealed his lifelong devotion to the craft of songwriting, self-releasing albums and finding community in the Austin music scene. ... more
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