Approaching Canaan
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So my muscles get stronger as my will gets weaker, hey hey
Ship steady on its course for cold disaster
The split mind of a man part cartographer, astrologer, and ships captain
Only in a dark dark office do I feel ok.
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So, for now it's the wind and the waves and the throttle of desire
Gnawing at the back of my mind is the key to the map
So, for now its the wind and and the waves and the throttle of desire
pushing my mind farther than it was meant to go.
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In the song of the workers in the belly of the ship
is the length of the night
In the steps of the workers walking underneath the decks is the pulse of the day
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Coming up to land and I feel alone in the breeze, hey hey
And the shape is familiar and the shape is strange as a dream in day
Now, the reaper might grab me or touch me with his wand
to make me a silver goose in the autumn sky
to make me a silver goose in the autumn sky
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It Will Come To Me In My Sleep
We fall asleep in the silver green tonight
Like snake scales, we glisten in the moonlight
We lay in tangled weeds, the best bed for us.
Like mica in concrete, we reflect the mirrored sun.
Thoughts roll off the table and fall out of my mouth
Become golden tigers that stalk through the valley
Whispering -
‘We are the same, we are the same’
To fall asleep alone with me, are you scared?
The tigers are out looking for me, looking for you
I don’t know what this world will come to,
But it will come to me in my sleep.
Grace in Space
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Falling through space, what a day
what would you say?
once the capsule's busted anyway
Please don't look up, I swear you'll know something's wrong with the sky
A helmet's glint oh why, do I tell myself these lies?
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But we'll never get far enough with the old ways
The pattern is burnt and we can't put it back
No, we'll never get far enough with the old ways.
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Take a swim through a cold, cruel, map. Spiraling
as old familiar blue is racing away. Do you rue the day
you said it meant more to travel than to stay?
Oh, it's so beautiful
can't your heart somehow hear me say?
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But we'll never get far enough with the old ways
The pattern is burnt and we can't put it back
No, we'll never get far enough with the old ways.
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So, fall into night on the back of a bird
So silent, its wings, not a sound can be heard
but my eyes are too wide and my vision is blurred
but we don't fight, no we don't fight . . .
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as every familiar thing winks out of sight
instead is replaced by bright bands of light
I close my eyes and somehow you're still waiting.
Jovian
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With one last endorphin rush,
he let his tethers fall
And his body float helplessly up from the ocean.
Your nightmares only needed you to unfold
They’ve been waiting in the hold
Now his body floats hopefully
Up from the ocean.
I do want this so badly
To be truly alone
With just the currents’
whirling features around me.
Jet pack propulsion pushes him
Up through the milk thick atmosphere
With no thoughts to the girls or bars back home.
Your nightmares only needed you to unfold
They’ve been seeds set to burst
Now you know how to explain
that humming in your head
Who’d have guessed, he’s the medium
Pandora’s box inscribed as human.
I do want this so badly
To be truly alone
With no need to recognize
anyone’s faces.
I want this so badly
To be truly alone
With just the currents’
whirling features around me
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