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Prelude
03:14
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Now out in the distance
you are searching for existence
‘neath the swirling leaves.
You’re fighting for survival
leaping forward through the night
it’s dark but light’s coming.
But you gotta keep it real and feel the life that’s flowing through your veins.
Step a little closer no dear I don’t think you can understand.
You gotta keep it real and feel the life that’s flowing through your veins.
Step a little closer no dear I don’t think you can understand what I mean.
Walking through the park in morning
the wind that chills our bones is showing
that the seasons change.
Everything that once was growing
is now asleep amidst the snowing
waiting for the spring.
But you gotta keep it real and feel the life that’s flowing through your veins.
Step a little closer no dear I don’t think you can understand.
You gotta keep it real and feel the life that’s flowing through your veins.
Step a little closer no dear I don’t think you can understand what I mean.
It is not time for us to blossom
a time for risk a time for caution,
but I hesitate…
to tell you what I see in our future
it is not love but it is nurture
which must necessitate.
But you gotta keep it real and feel the life that’s flowing through your veins.
Step a little closer no dear I don’t think you can understand.
You gotta keep it real and feel the life that’s flowing through your veins.
Step a little closer no dear I don’t think you can understand what mean.
It is not time for us to blossom
a time for risk a time for caution,
but I hesitate…
to tell you what I see in our future
it is not love but it is nurture
which must necessitate.
But you gotta keep it real and feel the life that’s flowing through your veins.
Step a little closer no dear I don’t think you can understand.
You gotta keep it real and feel the life that’s flowing through your veins.
Step a little closer no dear I don’t think you can understand what I mean.
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Down
03:09
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I don’t know what your gonna say, I wanna get out of here and run.
but I reel so I feel that I think I may wanna choke on the point of a gun.
I feel it coming, I feel it coming down.
Well I don’t know what your gonna say, so I won’t tell you anymore
of the things that I think you may, have used on me before.
I feel it coming, I feel it coming, I feel it coming down.
All of the ways that I loved and felt, about you were real down to the core.
Now what is life after that, don’t want to feel anymore.
I feel it coming, I want to feel it, when I am falling down.
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Hanging
03:16
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I am hanging.
I am hanging on what you said.
You spoke to me as a friend.
But you saw through me, once again.
Now I don’t know what was meant.
When these sounds have fallen,
Will you see how they lie?
Because your eyes speak volumes,
do you realize
you’ve got me hanging by a thread?
Pull it slowly or forget.
I am hanging once again.
And I cannot shake the scent
of your fragrance running through my head.
Its got me spinning once again.
When these sounds have fallen,
will you see how they lie?
Because your eyes speak volumes.
Do you realize…
that you are hanging by the same thread?
Cut it slowly or forget.
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4. |
And So...
04:55
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I thought to myself its happening.
And why when I can’t do anything
that which I fear most of all
the effects of my actions backwards fall.
My life is near over it is clear.
The things that I cherish are nowhere near.
How can you want when all you’ve seen
your world torn apart your love broken.
And so says the moaning of my heart.
Love and Peace they will depart.
Life is too short to live in hate
When dying alone’s our common fate.
And so says my Mother, to my pain.
Shut it up tight don’t let it reign.
Where every door that you walk through
leads your direction somewhere new.
And so says the howling of the night.
Live life fast you’ve got to fight.
For happiness won’t follow you
if you don’t do the thing you wanted to.
And so says the solemn ghost I see
staring though mirrors back at me.
Notice the changes on your face.
You are the potter I’m the paste.
Molding and changing ever on.
Rhythms abound as life moves on.
Stick with the beat and find your flow
or chaos will end you blow for blow.
And so I move forward looking back.
Take time to feel and think and act.
Living for now has always been
sensing and breathing out and in.
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5. |
Winston
04:44
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When you walk down out of the corner,
you realize no one put you there.
With all the madness constrained in those eyebrows
you know you won’t even barely care.
What’s going on right here?
The grass is growing everyday now.
Without the sunlight there’d be no weeds.
I hear the night owl calling for companions
but it sounds so harrowing.
What’s your call gonna be?
Well, Churchill, they say, was a great speaker
and Hemingway sure owned that pen.
But what I am left here wondering,
is would they do it all over again.
Or would they choose you?
I might choose you.
I might be a fool.
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Symbology
05:31
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Look at you and me.
Look at you lookin’ at me.
We’re just the symbols we see.
I cannot be what you need,
if symbology is all we can be.
All that I think you are is no different from a shooting star.
For centuries and centuries, a dream, a wish to keep the mind at ease.
Look at you and me.
Look at you, look at me.
We’re just the symbols we see.
I cannot be what you mean,
If symbology is all we can be.
Two rings, unending love, a chord of three bound by the Holy Dove.
A ball and chain—the weight we claim—I’d bear the world to keep you from your pain.
Look at you and me.
Look at you. Look at me.
We’re just the symbols we see.
I cannot be what we need.
Yes, symbology is all we can be.
My honey babe, my sugar plum, my nightingale, my heart’s sweet song...
Now, not a word, no metaphor can speak the things we spoke before. No.
Look at you and me.
Look at you. Look at me... oh me.
We’re just the symbols we see.
I cannot be what you need.
Yes, symbology is all we can be.
Even a name is just vanity, strings of letters placed orderly.
A-B-C and 1 and 2 minus 3, these quantitations do not speak of quality.
Look at you and me. Look at you. Look at me.
We’re just the symbols we see.
I cannot be what you mean,
if symbology is all we can be.
Look at you and me.
Look at you. Look at me... oh me.
We’re just the symbols we see.
I cannot be what you need.
Yes, symbology is all we can be.
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7. |
Sweet as a Cherry
04:22
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Just by looking at your face I can tell your dying.
And no step that you take will ever help you.
The only thing that I wish I could ever tell you,
is the one thing you won’t listen to. No.
Now when you look into my eyes you know I’m not seeing
the you that I knew just the you your being.
Now our perceptions fail to share reality,
Because when you’re being you I cannot be me.
You see, I want more out of life than you can believe in.
And if you don’t open up your eyes than you’ll just keep sleeping.
Eat, smoke, fuck, love, drink and be merry.
When you do what you like life’s as sweet as a cherry.
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8. |
Forward
04:18
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I am breathing, taking it in once again.
I am sleeping, hoping to wake once again.
I am falling, I am falling,
I am falling into me.
I am living learning to exist with the land.
I am growing getting outside of who I am.
I am falling, I am falling,
I am falling into me.
I am seeing all of the beauty that I may
I am holding only what these hands will use today.
I am falling, I am falling,
I am falling into me.
I am speaking more to listen than be heard.
I am thinking things may be moving forward.
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GoodcaT Des Moines, Iowa
GoodcaT is a musical group who’s goal is to weave the raw emotional expression found in the Folk Tradition, into a groovy genre bending original sound. Whether you hear a drum skin, a violin string, or a wah pedal, expect every sound to say something creative as each song develops. ... more
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