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Sleeping Lioness
03:02
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As my angel casts away her halo I am left a stranger.
In the city, the beaming lights are pretty but they cant hide your pity.
And there's a fortress, lying in the wilderness, inhabited by insects
Where I lay restless beside a sleeping lioness, deprived of human contact.
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Silk Road
01:56
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Mountain Home
03:07
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Not alone in my distant mountain home.
I've got trees and stones for company.
But they speak real low, in creaky moans when the Fall winds blow.
When the Fall winds blow.
Not alone in my distant mountain home.
Where the wild coyote sings to me
and the loon howls along from the river long to the moonrise song.
To the moonrise song.
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Listen close to the sounds of the midnight ocean.
She's splashing moonlight on the sails.
They're speaking low, but I can hear their wicked notions.
They wanna kill the midnight whale.
We gently float as they search for her black motions
then suddently she's spraying to the stars.
Mist like ghosts dancing on the midnight ocean
and harpoons pierce her glowing heart.
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The Trees Can See
03:36
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I see the white wings on the ocean.
They brave the wind ripping and the killer whales jumping.
Today, I can hear the trees grumbling.
They say, they're pissed off about something.
Deforestation by the human population,
habitat fragmentation, and Sarah Palin.
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6. |
What I Know
02:43
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Just writing a line about the old times.
This is what I know.
Speaking in rhythme against the old lies.
Speaking what I know.
To this is all I ever owe.
We had a bottle of wine, now we feel fine,
Koz on the stereo.
Brings family of mine to the foremind:
the only love I know.
To this is all I ever...
Now I'm taking my time on the long climb
as the wild river roams.
Gliding my way past the warm pines,
my everlasting home.
To this is all I ever owe.
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7. |
Brooch in the Dust
02:23
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Time must have lapsed in my mind.
For some reason I was thinking of you
and those things we used to do.
Now you're gone, gone like a September sun,
Lost behind me like a brooch in the dust
on this road to the city of rust.
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8. |
Words and Strings
04:06
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As the birds, they block out the sun
the words and the strings dance as one
in flow with painted soles
image shows on the floors of stone.
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Geoclipse San Francisco, California
Geoclipse is the solo-project of George Smith Prounis.
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