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Blue Sky Clear
03:32
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Reaching for the future; Breaking from the past
I want to see the sunlight rising from my sleep
I want to leave behind what's clouding my mind
I want to feel fresh and new... and clean
And holding on to pain, cause it's promising the same
I handled it before so why not now?
And stepping out the door into the snow
as it's falling...
The family crime was pride; Being right all the time gets you tired
High horses and low brows; You've got that look that says you're
hunted by the hounds you raised and
Hey, hey if you leave this way, you better make it like you mean it
Death and taxes, Sex and lies
But I believe I can feel things shifting...
Blue Skies...
Clear air...
Blue Skies...
Clear...
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Broken Promises
03:09
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Competition;
The sedition of all else besides the self
Yeah, save us from our wealth
Looking up and down;
Try to put things in a line and wonder where I'm fitting in
and where I should be if I win.
And the haunting of the promises that more will solve it all
are wearing thin.
All your love and fears;
all your instincts used against you to entice you in to buying in
to needing to be led
Broken Promises;
well I guess that they're the making of the cynic
trying desperately to bring it
to a head.
And we're hanging out the meat above the sheets
to tempt the wolf into our bed
Make your mind up, boy!
Make your mind up, girl!
Means the world to know that every toy you get
is only to forget
the emptiness
and we're needing to be touched behind the curtains
that we put up to protect
Played off 'gainst each other
Getting fat on drinking sand
Cause it's branded as a loving mother's milk
She tells me I...
Got to get ahead
When I've come to dread
the very time I spend pursuing what I'm
taught I ought to need
when the real value of it comes to nought
And I've come to see I'll never get
the feelings that were promised when I bought
Something's got to give
they've no alternative
but a hammer and a sickle that were
rusted up and busted from the start
so its the market for us all
Well ain't it time we got together
and we worked out how to run things from the heart?
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3. |
Out of Anger
03:58
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I got to tell you that I'm all out of anger now
I am all out of anger now
and I'm catching my breath on the last plane home,
and I'm all out of anger now.
When I left I was breaking and my blood was in my fists
When I left I left I was making things too hard
When I left I was crowded in; I felt iron round my wrists
When I left it was cloudy; it was dark.
And I've gotta tell you that I'm all out of anger now.
I am all out of anger now
and I'm catching my breath on the last plane home,
and I'm all out of anger now.
I was looking for a place to start anew
I was looking for a place I thought I knew
I was looking for a place I'd heard where you could touch the sky
I was looking for a place for you and I
Tell me what you want to say, what you really want to say to me
that I would not hear before
Tell me what you want to see what you really want to see in me
that I could not show before
Tell me what you want to hear, what you really want to hear me say
that I did not have the language for
and tell me who you want to be, who you are and who you want to be
when I was just too closed to care – yeah – that was yesterday
and I'm all out of anger now
and I'm catching my breath, I'm on the last plane home
and I'm all out of anger now
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A Woman Who Knows
07:04
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I'm looking for a woman who knows
How to kiss like the ocean flows
With eyes like the moon, torn from the clouds
that she's drawn apart
for me
I'm looking for a woman who can fall
Like the cresting of a wave before
the shore
Who can pick me up and churn me
over in her rolling water and then
break herself to pieces on
the beach
I'm looking for a woman to reach me
who can understand the stories
around the edges of my dreams
I'm looking for a woman to teach me
what they mean
Who can fly that kite on that ragged wind and
blow a song along the string
I'm looking for a woman who knows
That music is a dance and not at show
and who knows there's something else out there
but doesn't read a book to tell her where
I'm looking for a woman who can dance
On a mountain peak in a trance
and can move without moving
and hold my power in her breathing
I'm looking for a woman
who knows
I'm looking for a woman who keeps her book
close by when she writes the score
but she'll leave it in the rain outside the door
for
she has no room in any of her many secret draws
I'm looking for a woman who can tell
when I'm a young boy, when I'm the wiser man
when I'm a broken dog, when I'm a foaming stallion
I'm looking for a woman who knows my moods well
who can rope me to my horses and then
calm them with instinctive glances
I'm looking for a woman who can
let things go
I'm looking for a woman who knows
when to let me push through the snows alone
and will walk with me through the corn
and we'll overthrow the dawn
and I'll crown her in the daylight
but she'll let my voice
command her night
I'm looking for a woman who knows
That inside our heads we'll always be alone
and though it hurts us not to share that part,
it's what makes us who we are
and it's why lovers shun grey skies
but love the stars
And I'm looking for a woman with a beauty
that only I can see
and when I tell her she'll
believe me
and I'm looking for the woman
who can finish this song...
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