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The Torch
03:13
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Please don’t go away but if you do I’ll stay behind
Carry the torch for you, burning for all the broken hearts
You’ve left behind in a wake that ripples on
Into a desertscape of cavernous minds that never rest
Are you saying you don’t know me anymore
‘Cause if that’s the question, I can still carry the load
They’re tattooed with poignancy that only the flame bearers could know
Ashes creep down their sleeves and darken their cuffs like cosmic leaves
Falling from outer space, a black hole you opened there
Where words are infinite so I’ll just think them instead
Are you saying you don’t know me anymore
‘Cause if that’s the question, I can still carry the load
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Clementine
03:19
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Wandering, I’ve been wandering for so long
Counting sheep and the four leaf clovers I found
Wondering, I’m still wondering where you are
The waiting room overflows so I move to the hall
Where do we get off falling so hard
In love each time there’s a flicker in your eye
Looking out, I’m still looking out every day
Still climbing those trees, the higher you get the weaker the branch
I’m still waiting for you to come into season, thrown on the shelf
And create our own world of marble and stone with no hands but our own
Where do we get off falling so hard
In love each time there’s a flicker in your eye
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Kitchen Linen
04:32
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I cut my arms off so you don’t have to
It was easier than I thought it would be
That seam ripper is dull but so am I
The hardest part was finding a skin tone spool of thread
I can feel it, that weight bearing down
I can hear it scratching holes in my skin
I can see it, that sun showing through like kitchen linen
I cut my legs off so you don’t have to
It was easier than I thought it would be
Those rusty shears are old but so am I
The hardest part was giving away my favorite shoes
I can feel it, that weight bearing down
I can hear it scratching holes in my skin
I can see it, that sun showing through like kitchen linen
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On the Radio
03:16
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Keep in time with that ancient rhyme
They can feel the beat with those stomping feet
Hoof and hide, cast iron soulful eyes
They don’t give a damn, a teenage rock band
Group therapy meets in my car with me
A Freudian slip of silk, a cookie crumbles in milk
It’s so sweet to me, the idea of advice for free
A big boned barmaid who shares the same mistakes with you
Only on the radio
Masquerade in stereo
I can see your face in there, only on the radio
A fading art form lost in a static storm
Ball lightening caught on my tongue, it stings
I promise not to tell for fear of going to hell
My own moniker sounds like a mocking bird
Burning up, oh, I’m burning up
I saw you in the sea floating past me
But I can’t make you out with that sun dress fanned out
I’ll always remember that flower and sun hat, it happens
Only on the radio
Masquerade in stereo
I can see your face in there, only on the radio
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5. |
When Somebody Needs You
03:34
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I got a call from you in the morning
Untied like a shoestring, unraveled like crochet
I remember the feeling of hair through my fingers
The weight was so heavy that no one could lift her, on their own
When you’re on your own it feels good
When somebody needs you
When somebody needs you
When somebody needs
I heard you singing into my ear
A melody ancient, a lyric familiar
It sounded so lonely I thought I would cry
A river so clear no one could find it, on their own
When you’re on your own it feels good
When somebody needs you
When somebody needs you
When somebody needs
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6. |
Where Do I Begin
04:08
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Where do I begin
Do I start, stop, or quit
I’m grasping for twigs but they’re burnt up for kindling
The dust, it settles down
I kick it up but then I sit back down
I’m hungry for a change
How do you tell when it’s different
How can you tell if it’s different
From the writer’s pen or the lover’s bed
It comes from what I did and what I said
I’m faded but not burnt out, just evaporated clouds
Seeded by the Fall, the copycat fools us all
He’ll follow me through the woods until I’m run down for good
And climb upon my lap to fall asleep there at last
He’ll fall asleep there at last
With the writer’s pen in the lover’s bed
It’s in what I did and what I said
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All Things Arcane
02:55
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Don’t go away but don’t stay
That dull, dark sting keeps me warm at night
I think the clock hands might have stopped
So I won’t be surprised when that ache won’t go
I look in the mirror, I know your gaze is there
Bouncing around back and forth forever
Watching the Christmas gifts disappear at the pawn shop
They don’t demand much worth from a stranger
Your meticulous words, they hang like curtains
Bearing fruit on the vine fading out in the sunlight
Shining through a magnifying lens, burning all of them black
A lovely shade of night I know is coming
Don’t go away but don’t stay
That dull, dark sting keeps me warm at night
I think the clock hands might have stopped
So I won’t be surprised when that ache won’t go
Sometimes I just think I am made
Of metal and stone and all things arcane
It erodes from all sides every time
And I never can tell if it’s even there
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8. |
I Want It All
03:13
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Help me to turn it off, to turn it all around, gently
Half the time I want it all but then I realize that’s not me
The coffee’s low, I’m out of wine
I’m just fasting to kill some time
But most of all the honey’s sweet
The water’s melting the nettle tea
The chorus line, it’s kicking in
And though it's wordless, like a hymn
It’ll do the job with a grin
And like the rhythm, I’m digging in
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My Copper Code
04:27
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I’m dried out again in the water but I can breathe under water
The trick is to find something to barter for
In this case I chose you to suffer
My copper code oxidizes into a green eyed monster
You can bet one of those feelings
Survived the night with my blessing
What if you came to my funeral to ask my body to forgive you
I’d stand ever so casual and reach out to brush your tears away
As if to say that I’m sorry
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Adolf Niegsch Albany, New York
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