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"Recalling Regatta (Raised By Wolves)"

"Recalling Regatta (Raised By Wolves)"


Late night streets all alone
No one's here, no one's here
Watch the faces come and go
Always spinning around
Drifting further away
She is young, dressed in white
Like a cloud, spins in the sky
Not sure if it'll sun or rain
Always spinning around
Drifting further away
Not sure if she will run or stay
Or follow the holes leading underground
Watching from across the road, she's older now
Than her picture (poster) shows
Some stay lost, some get found
Others drift from town to town
Always spinning around
Drifting further away
Always hear the lonesome cry frail away
 
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"Red Blooms"

"Red Blooms"


When the fists of winter fly
Driving bones into the snow
Blackened frostbitten nights
Vodka running dry

The statues cloaked in white
Migrants from museums
Losing all the feeling now that
Sunrise is outlawed

Strangers plant themselves
Down in the cold hard ground
Later when the harvest thaws
Snow drops will be in bloom

Crossed out on city maps
Prospekt Mira reveals
Shadows drinking antifreeze
Neath the underpass

Ordered once a gulag’s march
Now cities send the call
Falling from the rooftops fast
And frozen against the wall

Where strangers plant themselves
Dead souls of the underground
When February thaws
Snow drops will be in bloom again

Bloom again, bloom again
Bloom again, bloom again
Red blooms, red blooms
 
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"Red Dust"
(originally by Iron & Wine)

"Red Dust"
(originally by Iron & Wine)



Dust gets red, and red dust plays
On the wind near Daniel's place
Danny's sick and smaller boy's
Rhythm lingers on and on

On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on

Dust gets dead the sun gone down
Danny's boy lies in the ground
Guitar on the dead boy's chest
Devil's granting a last request

Play on and on, on and on
 
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"Removed"

"Removed"


Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins
Bottle is washed up but the message is missing
Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
Pay the price of admission

Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
Till I step through the window
Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view
Weigh the difference, the scales are turned
Let conscience be so judged

Arrows with strings flung from below
Striking and reeling you in
Tied to mistakes, left there for days
Seeing which side you're in
Lately I feel so removed
Fell back into the ditch I dug
And doing the things I normally do

Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
Pay the price of admission
Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
Till I step through the window
Lately I feel so removed
Doing the things that I do
 
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"Roka (Danza De La Muerte)"

"Roka (Danza De La Muerte)"


Sleeping in the valley, valley of ill fortune
Waking cross the river, river of delusion
Full moon lures the waves, waves of desperation
Empty hearts and mouths wither away
So close your eyes
Slow your breath
Dream of northern lights
Around this dance of death
No abandones, no llores, busca tu rio
No te sientas perdido
Gira, vuelta y vuelta gira
Danza de la muerte
Que viene a verte
Bailala
Cup your hands to her parched heart, parched and
Broken heart
No water here to drink way downstream
One goes where the water flows and water's running dry
So don't give up no don't cry, don't cry
Just close our eyes
Pretend we forget
North country dreams
Twist this dance of death
Danza de la muerte
Si viene a verte
Que bailando te encuentre
Bailando, girando
Danza de la muerte
Spin round, spin round, spin round
Vuelta, vuelta, muerte
Bailala
 
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"Sanchez"

"Sanchez"


Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim
burn my name in the soil
out past the borders beyond the hill
through seasons of nothing
safe for the self-destructive world
memories get altered
no point of reference to hold
and it feels like someone is watching
asi tear into the skin of innocence
and decadence for awhile
so we settled in and half the veins where blood runs pure
troubled the cure for a short while
out in the dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed
bent on breed and stare
and children stare
stare through shiny little boxes
over landscape that is quickly foiled
 
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"Service And Repair"

"Service And Repair"


here no one walks the streets at night,
the silent nation hooked on medication,
stares into a blue flickering light.
the young drift off alone
and the old are whisked away
and prospects keep looking up,
but the line is getting long on the lost highway,
the line's getting longer on the lost highway
Doesn't take much time for plans to go astray
and chase another ghost of a chance

They say deep down inside, lie properties of a healing kind,
If so it'd better come around soon
and do a little bit of service and repair
do a little bit of service and repair
do a little more service and repair
Doesn't take much time for plans to change
and offer up another chance
for a little bit more service and repair
do a little bit more service and repair
Doesn't take much time for plans to change
and offer up another chance
at sewing the dream better suited for both soul and soil.
 
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"Si Tu Disais"

"Si Tu Disais"


If you said let's go
If you said I'm sick of this place
I would listen to you
I wouldn't hesitate
And whether it's for a town
A godforsaken place
It wouldn't bother me
I'd be ready as if
I was waiting
If you said up to now
We've gotten by with the blues
I would agree
I would answer that it's true
Every wall, every crack
I am sick and tired of this place
If you said only this
I'd be ready as if
I was waiting
If you said let's go
If you said it was time
I would listen to you
I've been ready for a while
But you never say
You never decide
Never think of what we could do
I don't know why you're still here

Si tu disais on y va
si tu disais j'en tellement
marre d'être ici
je t'écouterais crois moi
je n'hésiterais pas
et que ce soit pour une ville
ou pour un bled, un bout de terre
paumé, crois moi
ça n'me défriserait pas
je serais prête comme si j'attendais
si tu disais jusque là
on s'est contenté de rien et ça va un peu
je t'approuverais, crois moi
je répondrais "c'est vrai"
chaque pan de murs, chaque fissure
je connais trop le dessin de cet endroit là
oh si tu disais ça
je serais prête comme si j'attendais
si tu disais on y va
si tu disais que pour nous c'est le bon moment
je t'écouterais crois moi
je suis prête depuis longtemps
mais tu n'dis rien de tout ça
tu n'décides rien et je n'sais pas
si tu as idée
de ce qu'on pourrait faire
je me demande pourquoi tu es là
 
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"Simple Mistake"

"Simple Mistake"


It's a simple mistake
When you've painted over your painting
 
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"Sinner In The Sea"

"Sinner In The Sea"


There's a piano playing on the ocean floor between Havana and New Orleans
Drummin' a requiem for the dead and the souls hanging on every poet's prayer
Running to the rock, running to the sea
Prayin' to the Lord please shelter me
But the ground keeps shaking, water is boiling on fire
Blood pulsing through their veins like the waves crashing on the Malecón wall
Clocks stopping at twelve on the eve of a forgotten war
Luis drivin' a '59 making it half way across the Gulf
Stranded on the rock, stranded on the sea
There's a wall in the ocean between you and me
Dreams of reaching dry land, talking to the fortune teller
Prisoners pounding the jail like the waves crashing on the Malecón wall
Someone lost an eye, someone lost the truth
Trying to save face, oh 'neath the eyes of the Virgin el Cobre
Shout me a line sister, shout me a line sister
Oh I see your hands in the air, see you drowning on the other side
"Chief's in the parish and the drummers in the square
Walkin' across the fire, walkin' across the waves"
Sinner in the rock, sinner in the sea
There's a sunken bridge 'tween you and me
Running past the embassy gates, the Santería shrine
Blood pulsing thru their veins like the waves they remember
Crashing on the Malecón wall
 
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