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Galilee
03:26
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Now we're talking in our sleep
the people look like trees
with their arms around their knees
<behind their eyes>
(fantasizing of their dreams)
of a life that they could reach
if only grief could be deceived
"at present, we see indistinctly as in a mirror,"
staring into the abyss of conscioiusness
wishing for it to be a little bit clearer
and reveal itself
the chaotic, cacophonous
f-f-f-fear of the distance that plagues us
Now I'm a
blind fool half asleep
while the children learn to pray
and the women start to weep
because they see
the time,
the coming of the day
when the wolves walk out the woods
waking sheep from out their sleep
when they begin to scatter
wondering what was the matter
with their sleep and their dreams
lying shattered in the grass
or rather disappeared
into the clear, thin air
then they will gather,
then they will gather
all around in the pasture
to the sound so unfamiliar,
yet familiar
(a mysterious voice sadder,
yet happier, more joyous than any noise
they'd ever heard before)
"at present, we are sheep seeing indistinctly as in a mirror,"
staring into the abyss of consciousness
wishing for it to be a little bit clearer
and reveal itself
the chaotic, cacophonous
f-f-f-fear of the distance that plagues us
(do sheeps even dream?)
in the end the metaphysics are cryptic
if only we could settle to be still and just listen
to the voice of the Mystic
but then, just then,
that
second the watchman will come walking out to say
that the Mystic is dead
(this chapter in our conceit has ended)
-but wait-
not yet,
maybe it's through His very Death
the sheep will be redeemed!
after all, the tomb was left empty,
"stop holding on to me, Mary"
<Peter's threefold denial by the charcoal fire>
was answered by another scene
with another fire on the sea
of Galilee
what if the whole world stopped to slow down,
took a deep breath, meditated, looked around
appreciated
the splendor that is to be found
in Creation's sacred manifold
Christened by the Holy Ghost?
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Streams
02:21
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Come upon the wishing well,
Find out how to tell,
Catch that spell,
I want to know,
Just how You know,
My name,
Name...
Five men I have slept with,
I have seen,
I've called my own,
But You know just who I am,
And You know where I'm from,
You're the answer
Whom I seek
You tell just who we are,
One more husband,
One more man,
And then you come along,
You come along.
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3. |
Phases
02:24
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I took one look and I knew I was wrong,
I had the words in my head,
but I just couldn't connect the dots,
spit them out on the pavement as we walked along,
Next I'm in a phase,
this game of chasing right words to say
Oh, I'm a fake
She can tell
I'm just aching to say it
This matrix has me in a daze
Your face elated
Conversation's next step
We're in phases
This one's two
Fellowship and it grew
Into a tree, blossomed
And the birds of the air
Can nest in the shade
Phases
Oh, I'm going through phases
going through phases
Three,
I'm talking with you late at night
Sharing my darkest
Walking next to a parked car
Rusted out
Left to the elements
Go figure
It's a testament
I'm a testament
You were Heaven-sent
Praise God,
I'm now downtown
Staring at the silhouettes
Of the buildings
Across the federal highway
Catching glances from the neighbor
He's a recluse
With a Civic, Nineteen Ninety
Maybe Later
That cat was using asphalt shingles as wall paper
Stances
Just a phase
Now we're moving on
living for the weekend
And our love is strong
We're looking up
Now Grandpa's gone in a minute
It seems like just yesterday
I was watching him across the street
Him telling me
Son you need a haircut
Life goes by fast
I'm elated
Stayin away from the social media
Keeps me from getting jaded
Remember who I am
As I'm passing through
These phases on my way
Create
Scenes fade
Lights out
New Phase
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4. |
Conscience
02:39
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I reckon I had the chance
to have another
but I gave it up
because my conscience
was calling
and in the end
it just wouldn't permit it.
Consciousness and its invisible strings me to another thought
Why do I wanna choose
either right or wrong
or nothing at all?
It's been a long day
come a long way
writing songs keeps me
focused on the better days
It feels like I've been running for days
Now I'm living off of hope in a feeling
When the feeling's gone
then where do I go?
Chase down a mirage
some artifice, a montage
of images
Gotta find a way to get back
oh, but I can't get back,
Oh, I gotta get back
I could fall in love again and again
with you
show me the way,
Sydney,
I need you now more than ever
This is my letter
I wanna be better
How can I show you in so many words all together
You are the other the Almighty sent
to walk on into the darkness
of night
It blinds my eyes and burns away,
burns the imperfection in the night
burns the imperfection in the night
It's a darkness so bright its light
is a relative night.
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5. |
Arthur
04:34
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6. |
Bitter One
03:32
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James Morse Atlanta, Georgia
singer-songwriter, sound-maker, ad-hoc arranger, painter
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