1. |
In The Fields
03:44
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In The Fields
Won’t you look back again
To the fields where we lay
They might be your only friends at the end of the day
They might be your only friends at the end of the day
Walked on lightly through the night
I was spinning like a child in a field of snow, broken bones
Your eyes full of haze and light for days gone by
Speaking in an undertone
Speaking to a world alone
It might be your discontent at the end of the day
It might be your hours rent at the end of the day
Walked on lightly through the night
I was spinning like a child in a field of snow broken bones
Your eyes full of haze and light for days gone by
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2. |
The Gambler
02:54
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The Gambler
The gambler with his face of stone
sits behind you on his throne
Slips out through the back at night
guards his face against the light
Greets the cold with a smile
Counts his chips up like a child
Then betting on an incident
The girl with nothing pleases men
She sees the gamblers hand is slow
Or maybe she’s the best he’ll know
He’s making castles in his head,
where she’ll be his queen a while
So stay if you want to you will be sitting here a while
It seemed to be that she’d misspent
All the fortunes she had rent
but kept a close eye on the road
blessings she could bestow
on misadventures in her head
accepting her denial
So play a hand or two you might be sitting here awhile
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3. |
The Mistress
03:09
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The Mistress
Well your mistress
gave me kisses
while you were sleeping
yes She gave me
all the love
she'd been keeping
She said
I don't think he likes it much without me
She said
I don't like you that much what's this about please
Well your mistress said
are we lying
or are we cheating
or are we saving all the love
we've been keeping
She said
I don't think he likes it much without me
She said
I don't like you that much what's this about please
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4. |
The Old Tree
02:57
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The Old Tree
I see her standing by
The old tree where we met
She waves her hand to rouse me
And makes me feel content
She touches me so kindly
And smokes her cigarette
We talk about the old days
and how we’d never forget
Now the night wanders bravely
Into my hollow head
And haunts me like a lady
For words I’ve never said
Now this trees been a giver
Of broken hearts in the past
Its leaves shake and quiver
Every time she glides past
Now I can only watch
As she touches my everyday
She seems to make a difference
In a magical Kind of a way
Now the night wanders bravely
Into my hollow head
And haunts me like a lady
For words I’ve never said
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5. |
Too Much Talk
02:47
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Too Much Talk
I think that maybe we talk too much
the kind of talk that really will make us unstuck
makes me go out walking in the cold
to smother the fire burning me whole
I would never be able to forgive myself
To think you were afraid of me
I got this handed to me away down the line
Handed on unknown, unchecked and blind
To the other it was mentioned that it must be reigned in
But I always thought it missed me I was wrong again
Oh I never would be able to forgive myself
To think you were afraid of me
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6. |
Chase The Hour
01:58
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The distant cries at night,
are like outlaws on the run
They mix in with the stars and moon
and make them all as one
So lets take it as a given dance on
lets chase the hour we're given till its gone
Standing on the edge
of fireworks from the sun
we were drinking from a cup
that was filled by a storm
So lets take it as a given dance on
lets chase the hour we're given till its gone
The shadows of the streets
are watching from behind
the dancers with bare feet
keeping steady time
So lets take it as a given dance on
lets chase the hour we're given till its gone
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7. |
Hounds
02:26
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8. |
The Thief
03:51
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The Thief
I met a thief with clean clothes,
He said this is how my story goes,
I was a teacher for the meek,
I taught them how to feel complete
Why can’t you see,
That I’m you and you’re me
This seems to be a little story of mystery
At first he went to the sea,
She said I’ve got a little time for the,
She said I think I know your game,
She said I think I know who’s to blame
So why don’t you walk
For a while in thought,
This seems to be a little story of history
Then he went up to the sky,
Who said I cover all reasons why,
You’re a thief and that’s your game,
He said I know the sea said you were to blame,
So why don’t you drink,
A glass of wine and think,
This seems likely to be a story of simplicity
Then he danced with the wind,
Who said you’ll have to find somewhere else to begin
Yesterday a thief told me,
About a lesson he learned for free
So why don’t you know,
That you’re moving too slow
This seems to be a story of how things used to be
The thief he listened hard,
To these voices of centuries,
He said I think my games up,
I’ve learned to teach and that’s enough
Why can’t you see,
That your hands are now free,
They seem to know how these little stories go
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9. |
Troubles
03:06
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Troubles
She keeps all her troubles at her feet
If you see her be sure to tell her
That she keeps all her troubles incomplete
And her hand is never open and it’s never closed
Yes her hand is never open and it’s never closed
She keeps all her troubles by the window
In a locked box she keeps beside the drain
She keeps all her troubles by the window
And her hand is never open and it’s never closed
Yes her hand is never open and it’s never closed
Well the crystal lamp throws shadows on her nightclothes
Her glittering diamonds her hair so neat
If you see her be sure to tell her
That she keeps all her troubles at her feet
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10. |
When We Were Kings
03:50
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When we were kings
Never hoped to know much
Always hoping to know more
Seeing spirals in dust
Making maps on the floor
I watched these rocks recall our steps
To an island out of reach
Maybe you live there today
carving hideouts in a cliff
We knew much more then when we knew nothing,
We knew much more then when we were kings
I heard the water birds confess
They watch all the girls undress
They said 'well never mind'
We know you're there anyhow
I let her beauty trick me in
She wore a mask of unrepentant sin
She said you don’t have a chance
I want you not him
And we knew much more then when we knew nothing,
We knew much more then when we were kings
But she was his not mine
She knew my weakness and I resigned
In fairness we had time
to see if we could resist
Never hoped to know much
Always wanting to know more
Seeing spirals in dust making maps on the floor
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11. |
Silver and Gold
04:19
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Silver and gold
Silver and gold in the morning
Reaching out for me
Silver and gold in the evening
Being more than you need
You, well you feel like you sold
One too many pieces of your mystery for
silver and gold
Silver and gold you never taught me
How to shine like the
Gave me kisses in the morning
And the night time set them free
You, well you feel like you sold
One too many pieces of your mystery for
silver and gold
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Miguel Rios Melbourne, Australia
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