Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
track list
milky way
there's a light deep in the woods
tiny monster
your language
mother
nostalgia
strange dream
funny
mama
there's a light deep in the woods
tiny monster
your language
mother
nostalgia
strange dream
funny
mama
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
echo
my voice is but an echo in the breeze
waking birds and shaking leaves
brushing through my fine, long hair
under here and over there
'round the mountains to the sea;
just an echo in the breeze.
waking birds and shaking leaves
brushing through my fine, long hair
under here and over there
'round the mountains to the sea;
just an echo in the breeze.
Friday, August 6, 2010
there's a light deep in the woods
there's a light deep in the woods
i can hardly walk upright
i will follow anyway
glory days are far behind
no more room left for my kind
i am drained and very weak
no more sunlight from above
she was taken from below
glory days are far behind
no more room left for my kind
glory days are far behind
give me back what once was mine
can you help me?
can you see this through?
where i'm going
will she come home soon?
as i reach out for the door
i am cradled into it
and i see her standing there
glory days are far behind
what happens now to our kind?
wrinkled smile upon her face
beauty doused upon her age
as she dances and she sways:
"far ahead or far behind
we are now, and now's the time
glory days and glory nights
they are yours and they are mine."
can you help me?
can you see this through?
where i'm going
she will come home soon
and he will teach her
and she will teach him, too
flowers blooming
in the afternoon
i can hardly walk upright
i will follow anyway
glory days are far behind
no more room left for my kind
i am drained and very weak
no more sunlight from above
she was taken from below
glory days are far behind
no more room left for my kind
glory days are far behind
give me back what once was mine
can you help me?
can you see this through?
where i'm going
will she come home soon?
as i reach out for the door
i am cradled into it
and i see her standing there
glory days are far behind
what happens now to our kind?
wrinkled smile upon her face
beauty doused upon her age
as she dances and she sways:
"far ahead or far behind
we are now, and now's the time
glory days and glory nights
they are yours and they are mine."
can you help me?
can you see this through?
where i'm going
she will come home soon
and he will teach her
and she will teach him, too
flowers blooming
in the afternoon
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