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Rising
03:18
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Standing in the Valley low. The Earthen dam is giving.
Slow moving stream turns into a raging River.
Mother takes and Mother gives with no rhyme or reason.
Counting last blessings on the brink of damnation.
Tearing through the Valley low. The Water keeps on rising.
Lowlands swallowed hole. Utter devestation.
Won't stop until she spills into the salty Ocean.
Left a ruined trail of deeply cut erosion.
The reasons why we never know. Living, breathing, flying.
Asking the sky for our sins to be forgiven.
The truth hides where no one treads. Beyond outer reaches.
Laying your weary head on the book of Revelations.
Buried in the Valley low. Hope and aspirations.
Forever searching the final destination.
Won't stop until she spills into the salty Ocean.
Left a ruined trail of deeply cut erosion.
"Won't you lend your lungs to me? Mine are collapsing"
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Name In Vain
03:55
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There was no one around for a hundred miles.
Feeling so small in the hands of the wild.
Nothing lives on this wasted ground.
There was no one around. Just a forlorn sound.
Filling your ears with hollowness.
Remembering the things you tried to forget.
The past lost what the future found.
There was no one around. The void surrounds.
Ride out the drought. Pray for rain. Taking the makers name in vain.
God damn pleasure.God damn pain.
The Lord's salvation never came.
There was no one around for a hundred miles
Feeling so small like a helpless child
Marching to the next battleground.
There was no one around to hear the cannon sound.
Filling your ears with so much distress.
Rays of light pierce through your chest.
Can't stop spinning round and round.
There was no one around. Just a burial mound.
Ride out the drought. Pray for rain. Taking the makers name in vain.
God damn pleasure.God damn pain.
The Lord's salvation never came.
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Boots
03:53
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Bite the bullet. Nothing to lose.
Quaking, shaking in my boots.
All my born days worried blues.
Dark hues of foreboding skies.
Sleight of hand, busted truce.
Aching, breaking in my boots.
Strong will, now subdued.
That old wound, a battle cry.
Grains of sand falling through.
Sleeping, waking in my boots.
Faded sacred heart tattoo, can't undo.
Scarified.
Out of range, too far gone too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts estranged.
Out of range, never too late too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts aflame.
No regrets except for you.
Kicking myself with these boots.
In the grips of wide eyed youth. Who was who.
Amplified.
Mistakes two thousand two.
Half a lifetime in those boots.
Did the time, paid the due. Still unrectified.
Strike a match. Light the fuse.
Time to burn my old boots.
Jaded, raging mind renewed.
Days of old pulverized.
Out of range, too far gone too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts estranged.
Out of range, never too late too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts aflame.
Quaking, shaking in my boots.
Aching, breaking in my boots.
Sleeping, waking in my boots.
Time to burn my old boots.
Out of range, too far gone too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts estranged.
Out of range, never too late too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts aflame.
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Rearview
04:22
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The rearview is cracked. Ain't even worth looking back.
It's just a cloud of dust on a desolate county road.
With no particular place to go. Lost on the backroads of the mind.
There's still so much out there to find.
Lost on the backroads of the mind.
There's still so much out there to find.
Lost on the backroads of the mind.
The rearview is cracked. Still trying to look back.
Through a cloud of smoke on a twisted Mountain road.
Looking for somewhere to go. Lost on the backroads of the mind.
There's still so much out there to find.
Lost on the backroads of the mind.
There's still so much out there to find.
Lost on the backroads of the mind.
The rearview is cracked. Ain't even worth looking back.
It's just a cloud of dust on a desolate county road.
With no particular place to go. Lost on the backroads.
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Washed
03:37
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Grasslands roar with hoofbeat thunder.
Arising from the burning Plains.
The Prairie Sea torn asunder. Sights we'll never see again.
Wagon ruts scar the landscape. Smoke pours from a long black train.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. Carrying a heavy weight.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. The game is over, nothing remains.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. Carrying a heavy weight.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. The game is over, nothing remains.
Cattle ranches and corporations. Fields growing poison grain.
A bloody minded profanation build upon Indigenous pain.
In a trance, hallucinating. There's gonna be Hell to pay.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. Carrying a heavy weight.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. The game is over, nothing remains.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. Carrying a heavy weight.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. The game is over, nothing remains.
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Thrown out to the Wolves again.
Brace yourself for what's coming next.
Born into a World of sand.
Shield your eyes from the burning light, circle of Fire.
Thrown out to the untamed emptiness.
Those who make it back, mind and body distressed.
Born running a race no one can win.
Cover the lie with a little a smile. It's all designed.
Only through time the body conquered. The Soul wanders.
Something turns to nothing changing nothing in something.
Braving the uncertainty.
Only through time the body conquered. The Soul wanders.
Something turns to nothing changing nothing in something.
Braving the uncertainty.
Thrown into a Viper's pit. Hallow fangs.
Poison bite. Stalk and strike.
Thrown into a pile of shit. Coming out smelling like Roses.
Born into the dread and din. Trying to sleep.
Ears ring and ring, scream and sing.
Only through time the body conquered. The Soul wanders.
Something turns to nothing changing nothing in something.
Braving the uncertainty.
Only through time the body conquered. The Soul wanders.
Something turns to nothing changing nothing in something.
Braving the uncertainty.
Uncertainty.
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There's no going back. Missteps of the past.
A crown of thorns so well worn. Sheep with wool so Black.
We both said our piece. Never could agree.
A parting shot to the gut singing the words to Let It Bleed.
If you need somewhere to lean and share those broken dreams.
Out of luck, thunderstruck, among wayward company.
The best thing about this town is the road leading out.
The best thing about this town is the road leading out.
From here to eternity, things are looking bleak.
A Savior born, unadorned, deep in the weeds.
Like the web a Spider weaves, attempts to deceive.
Wanting more, another score, destruction guaranteed.
Floodwater recede into a peaceful stream.
One in the same, there is no blame, abandoned and redeemed.
There's no going back. Missteps of the past.
A crown of thorns so well worn. Sheep with wool so Black.
The best thing about this town is the road leading out.
The best thing about this town is the road leading out.
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8. |
Never Became
04:15
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Never became who I always thought I would be.
But the time to mourn has passed sweet Marie.
You've got your life, beautiful bright.
While I've got this strife sharp as a knife.
Up in smoke, speechless in disbelief.
How could you choose that joke of a Man over me?
You had your reasons with a tear in your eye.
So I went about setting my life on fire.
Never became who I always thought I would be.
Still unsurpassed in my troubled mind sweet Marie.
You've got your life. I'm wondering why?
I've got this spite I'm trying to fight.
From the Dakotas then Colorado then Tennessee.
Running away from the wreckage searching for peace.
I had my reasons unjustified.
While you went about singing tender lullabies.
Did you become who you always wanted to be?
Do you still hold a little place in your heart for me?
Never became who I always thought I would be.
But I still hold a little place in my heart for Marie.
Sweet Marie.
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9. |
Wild Rocky Mountain Rose
03:56
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Like a wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Hands on your hips in the Fall when it's getting cold.
Like a wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Finger on your lips. A little kiss. A vine of thorns.
Like a wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Laying in the sun. Spread out on a sunny slope.
Like a wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
When your blooms are gone it feels so long through the Winter cold.
You can't time the Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
It belongs to no one but itself. Forever unbestowed.
You can't time the Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
It belongs to no one but itself. Forever unbestowed.
Like a Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Seen it all, the rush and bust for glitter of Gold.
Like a Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Fleeting love always seems to hurt the most.
Like a Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
From the North Country down to the South your legend grows.
Like a Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
In the far corners of my mind, another time, so remote.
You can't time the Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
It belongs to no one but itself. Forever unbestowed.
You can't time the Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
Wild Rocky Mountain Rose.
It belongs to no one but itself. Forever unbestowed.
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10. |
Stars To Dust
03:22
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Sometimes I wonder, will we make it?
Is it all really falling apart?
Keep on living in the shadow of a Nation.
Cut down the middle and all across.
There's nothing left it's all been taken,
That game ain't worth the cost.
Reaching for star, fallen. Finding what the Heavens lost.
Through the dark sky a streaking. Crashing down, turned to dust.
Reaching for star, fallen. Finding what the Heavens lost.
Through the dark sky a streaking. Crashing down, turned to dust.
Turned to dust.
Sometimes I wonder, can we take it?
Days of strain keep piling up.
Keep on treading in an endless wasteland.
Eyes weary. Storm tossed.
There's nothing it's all been taken.
That game ain't worth the cost.
Reaching for star, fallen. Finding what the Heavens lost.
Through the dark sky a streaking. Crashing down, turned to dust.
Reaching for star, fallen. Finding what the Heavens lost.
Through the dark sky a streaking. Crashing down, turned to dust.
Turned to dust.
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