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The Stream
04:24
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I haven't even thought of you that much
I don't think you ever felt the music
Well I did
Lying mute
Sinking in
To have it pouring through my veins,
I, the stream
It, the rain
Now a river in its place
I haven't heard from you at all
But I know exactly what you're doing
I'm sure
You're lying nude
Sinking in
To have him pouring through your veins,
You, the stream
He, the rain
Another lover in my place
I haven't heard the final call
I don't know exactly when it's coming
I sit
Sighing out
Breathing in
Without a story to my name
Hide the dream that never came
I'm burning out
I'm giving in
To vicious doubt and once again
I, the stream, am to drain
As will all others just the same
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2. |
When in failure
04:33
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O misleading compass
My dear chaperone
Exhausted directions
You have given to go
I can't trust your hand,
Though continue to hold you
My guide,
I will always oppose what you show.
My blue mental wound
Of unsavoury dreams
Each ointment you nullify
Each stitch you unseam
Your parasite thrives
On a mild self esteem
And I hope that I host
Not leech off of thee
If all else fails
I'll come to you when age comes to me
When all is well
I'll return to your company
There to live
There to be,
Tethered to you
Never again to release.
O garden of myrtle
Asleep in the shadow
Of cloud, and if not then of tall glazen tower
The wind sings your hymn
The scent from your limbs
And the birds never loved you
Or loved anything.
If all else fails
I'll come to you when age comes to me
When all is well
I'll return to your company
There to live
There to be,
Tethered to you
Never again to release
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3. |
One night I found
04:40
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One night,
One night,
Bad dreams I found
A tale within my sleep
But failed this tail to grasp my limbs
And away did stray from me
So dim the light of morning time
And dim my eyes to see
What since has left I must invent
And the rest, attempt to retrieve
A golden ring I saw, in sand
No hand to pull it out
The morbid sea let tide roll in
The ring within its mouth
The mouth, then, of a newborn babe
Became the raging sea
But cry did not, this child aloud
No voice could he release
Now grown, this baby, to a man
Could sing no notes of grief
Nor happiness, with voice repressed
His eyes were left to speak
From man to wife and wife to child
A ring a golden wreath
A loces lament upon his hand
Its curse was his to keep
One windy night, as often he had watched upon the dunes,
The silent dialogue between the muted and the moon
And twisting off the ring he found the skin now bruised beneath,
The heavy band he threw into the darkness of the dream
As I could feel the waking world invade my head I heard
A frightened sound, a cry as loud as any newborn's first
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4. |
The Sea
03:18
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The sea curls up her tongue
And licks at the wind,
But she can't get enough
And the moon, obsessed with her song
He pulls at her hair
And hates her for love
And rhythms of light in the dark
Cut like a blade through the fog and the rain
The mistress pacific she coes
To her children of wood, and of iron, and cloth
The drift with each zephyrus kiss
And yield to the waves
They will break if they must
And rhythms of light in the dark
Cut like a blade through the fog and the rain
The seabirds aflight in the dark
They call to the waves through the fog and the rain
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5. |
As the rite begun
02:55
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We sleep alone,
Be careful what you say
The hour has run
We two marched to the gates and called for a song
So we payed and Philotes played us on
Iron gates unchained as the rite begun,
We entered in as the hooks ripped the surface off
I've always been your soldier,
I know you've always wanted one
Suffer my injustice and cowardice as if comes
We two marched to the gates
We two marched to the gates
We sleep alone,
Be careful what you say
The hour has run
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6. |
Leeches
02:46
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Suck the light form the end of the day
Trickle like honey from the edge of a blade
I can't remember what I wanted to say when I called you
If my tongue is a knife
Then my heart keeps it sharp and fine
If my sorrow is dead
Then my sleep gives it lease to live again
Destroyed and lonely but I guess I'm ok
A little ugly and a little depraved
I'll dream of anything except for your face
I'll dissolve you
If my tongue is a knife
Then my heart keeps it sharp and fine
If my sorrow is dead
Then my sleep gives it lease to live again
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7. |
For you, no more
05:30
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I nearly lost my mind
It was easier for me
To think that you probably had no reason
So you just do what you've got to do
Maybe I'm not that kind
I wish you well
I don't care for you
No more
I wish you well
Yes, yes you wanted me
I loved you patiently
Yes, we were only young
Hard times they were for my heart
I don't know if you are gone for good
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Jordan Thompson Melbourne, Australia
Jordan Thompson is an Australian song writer living in Melbourne. Formerly going under the name 'Van Morrissey'.
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