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Soon Decide
04:32
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Soon decide and I will fall for nothing more
Than to see the sirens in my eyes be blinded by what I search for
And see them change, growing wings
And see them fly away
Into the rolling winds I’ve cried forever stop this roar
Come take the halos from the skies and wrap them tightly ‘round my head
And see the flames chase away the pain
And see the fires dying away
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2. |
Life in Oklahoma
02:48
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Life in Oklahoma isn’t much when you’re ten
Wide open spaces and corn
So much corn
I used to have a best friend but now that’s no more
I used to have a friend
You can write about the things that disappear
You can even put them in a song
You can write about the things that you most fear
But once you use them, they’re gone
Life in Oklahoma
I used to have you
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3. |
Painted Face
03:14
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What in God’s great Earth would you ever want with me?
I’m the epitome of lethargy
I’m a painted name on a painted face
I’m the surgery through the century
I’m an outcast in somebody else’s shoes
I’m the Sun that never sets on this house of blues
We are all apart of this game
We won’t stop for nothing
I am the same, I’m no different
I’ve got my finger on the button
I’m sailing out on the sea
Without a captain to escort me
I’m lonesome so I watch TV
It’s a re-run, but its real to me
It’s a fire of a memory of what we had
The human need to touch and be in the green, green grass
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4. |
The Wait
03:02
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What are you doing here I thought you’d gone
It’s been a long time coming
It’s been so long a wait
What are you looking for outside my window?
I don’t know if I’m ready for you
I’ll just have to find a way
What are you doing here?
I thought you’d gone
It’s been a long time coming
It’s been so long a wait
It’s a pretty view from above
Come inside, but bring me love
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5. |
Knowing
03:32
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Knowing will get you nowhere
Seeing with your own eyes
Night brings the sea to the Earth
Dawn lifts the cliffs and casts them to arise
I knew a man who waited ten thousand years
For the boats of the sea to arrive
Long he waited with his net on the beach
Fell asleep with the sand and the sun in his eyes
He didn’t know
Which way to turn his head
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6. |
Undecided
04:18
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Undecided by the river
The wind blows your hair
How does it feel to be on that other side alone
Where you never thought you’d be?
And you loved him
More than he might know
But it doesn’t matter now below
Willow water flows so deep
The pain and the sorrow will take you down the river
It wasn’t the promise that came unglued
It was the boy you thought you knew
Now this whole world seems so true
As the resolution of what you have to do
And you loved him
More than he might have known
But it doesn’t matter now below
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7. |
Photograph
03:14
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I found a photograph just the other day
Am - Gm
Of the way that you were when we were together
It was yellow and worn, all of the edges were torn
But it was you in a dress, oh yes
I said to myself, “I got room on my shelf - what the hell”
I need you back in my life
What am I supposed to do
I’m still in love with you
I got nothing to live for
It’s an encore parade
Just one last scene in the play
Onwards, it’s a fucking charade
I’ll paint a picture of you
And I’ll hang it in my room
So if I never see you again
We’ll always be beautiful
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8. |
Camo Nun
02:40
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A camo nun back in ‘Nam
Told me the story of who I am
In darkened greens we hide machines
Toe to the line
Towing the mind
Ever an anvil
A mother born to an angry age
Shelters her sons in a bed of sage
But darkness gleams golden moonbeams
And climbing out, we begin to shout
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9. |
Universe
04:14
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It took me two weeks
But I means in a universe of eons
It took me a breath
To see that life was too short
It took me two days
In search of a warm embrace
I got bored
I got tired
Of wanting to be what I couldn’t be
I’ve been frozen
Born to love in this world
And when I see her I just wish you’d come around
A man makes his own bed
But I won’t blacken to mute the sound of a dusty pier
I’ll tell a story of open ears and open hearts
But would you listen to the words that I see
It’s too late
I’m better off
I can see you coming here again
I can feel you coming here again
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10. |
Golden Flowers
04:14
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Go on take the golden flowers that I have for you
It’s not much but it’s all the difference
The ceiling birds flew down to the sea
The kingdom has a view
It lifts me high into the air
All the seasons my dad knew
They changed him
They changed me
And the woman there
She waits with an orchid in her hair
She’s calling me
She whispers, wanting
“Men taking it all again”
Put your hand in the fire now
Does it burn? Does it feel warm?
Bend and break was all that I ever could have done
To find a way to hold it all back and gone
To see me
To free me
This broken head hangs
And bring me back was all I knew to ask
And how was I to do it on my own
Let the hanging shell fall to the feet
Of a cowardice that would bring a man to his knees
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11. |
I Met A Man
02:52
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I met a man the other day
He looked at me the strangest way
He said I’d like to invite you in
I said I’d like to invite you in
I said I don’t know where to begin
He said the sun will lead the way
Right through the night into the day
He said come on upstairs
I said I don’t know where I go but if you lead I’ll follow alright, OK
His apartment was warm and clean
Except for the dirt beneath my feet
It’s for the animals he said
Taking some blankets he made the couch a bed
I said I’ll follow the setting sun into my dreams, oh gracious one
He said I’ll make some tea and I smiled thankfully I knew that as I lay down into sleep I’d dream
And for the boys who never cared
Oh those boys they never fear
Let everything fall away and come
Into this moment
We should know by now
After all this time
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12. |
A View from Above
04:34
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A view from above
Not whole, but half of
My picture of you lies broken into
Around the sun we walk
The blistered ones
What’s gone is gone forever
Where does it go?
What does it mean?
Well, I’ve been changed for the better
For what is love, or the loss of
But the hand of God reaching out to spell out your name
A lamb on its own
A hundred miles from home
It carries the land in its blood on your hand
Around the sun we walk
The blistered ones
It’s all changed so fast
From this day to the last
And so on and so on
And time is slain in this motion lust
So lay me down on the forest ground
And let the sun shine through the branches
It’s a bigger world than any map unfurled could survey
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13. |
Little Tow
03:04
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Little tow
Through the field
Of sunny days and windmills
Pull me off of the tracks of depression
‘Said I let you down
Well, there more to me than meets the eyes
I stand to lose my ground but I’m holding on to what I know
Every mediocre sound might take me down
Every night I stay up late watching the same old face in the mirror
Watching the sun coming up
So long
Say farewell
Because Heaven sent me to Hell
Send me into the white ether
I’ll await that day
Every mediocre sound won’t take me down
Every night I won’t stay up late watching the same old face in the mirror
Watching the sun coming up
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14. |
The Rose
04:06
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Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That [cuts] your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
And the dream afraid of waking
That never takes a chance.
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Eli Rector Palm Desert, California
Behavior Analyst.
(B. 1975, Santa Cruz, CA.)
for demos/errata: soundcloud.com/eli-rector
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