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Softly as the Beltane air
Singing it’s soliloquy
To meet you, eye for eye
So deeply in that ancient sea
Like rocks that line the story’s rue
Each whispered word, not yet apart
Beneath the boats that sail the sky
And journey to the restless heart
So, nobody warned you
How different it would be
When we drift off into night
When we disappear to dark
Go on, forget the light
The silence of a lover’s lamp
Which switches on, into the night
How terrible to share its sound
Its brightness, is it wrong or right?
These dreams were never our’s to own
Known poetry in words disguised
What’s neither flesh nor bone
It’s wish is to be memorized
So, nobody warned you
How different it would be
When we drift off into night
When we disappear to dark
Go on, forget the light
As earnest is to swallow whole
And none the more to follow suit
This darkness penetrates your soul
There’s more to come and none to boot
Oh, sweet disarray
The course of which must follow blind
The mountains where I’ll call my stay
To meditate and mend my mind
Your painted words erupt with scorn
A version of your body’s heat
Roses in the garden west
Send western winds that smell so sweet
I knew I’d find you in the tomb
With krakens of the stormy deep
The depth of which we never knew
No man alive can ever keep
So, nobody warned you
How different it would be
When we drift off into night
When we disappear to dark
Go on, forget the light
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Boys of Wexford
04:12
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Sold my soul to the picture show
Everything I’d ever owed
It was burned away (I think it was May)
They were crying on the road
Dr. John said to Major Tom
"It’s your turn to play"
And the Boys of Wexford
In heart and hand
This world will have its day
The dreams we bore
And the deaths we’d score
Just to suffocate in pain
From the market dark
I swear I felt your spark
You were impaled by the rain
Kingdom Come, if your will be done
It’s going to leave a mark
And the Boys of Wexford
In heart and hand
This world we will embark
I do not doubt dieu honesty
No one’s dealt that perfect hand
For if every seventh dynasty
Should melt back into sand
It was not for me
This was not for me
It was not for me
From grey to black
There’s no turning back
To the life I’ll never know
From the concrete street to the Bristol heat
The circus touched by snow
Elston Gunn, he spit out his gum
Said "It’s your turn to deal”
The cards were dealt
And the boys they felt
The world could finally heal
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Woke
05:15
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When I come back to my house
And I see what I’ve seen here before
I don’t need two legs to stand
I don’t need my feet touching the floor
I don’t need drugs as my fuel
They won’t help me to make up my mind
Pour me a pint, won’t you sir?
This feeling, I left far behind
When I am woke, I can see
A sense of returning for me
I can see, through these clouds
You were my friend
The candle flame burning for me
I was never the one to believe
I was never the one to pull cards
The Empress of all that remains
Reflecting herself in the shards
Built my faith from a tower of glass
This path it was always alone
Oh, the heart that was full
This song it was never my own
When I am woke, I can see
A sense of returning for me
I can see, through these clouds
You were my own
The heart ever yearning for me
Oh, to wait at the broken gate
The fractured plight of the few
After the bomb, will God pick up his cards?
To begin the game once anew
Is it chance, this Eleusinian dance
Freedom, yet sought from the fire
I’ve seen the mists and I’ve suffered no fools
There ships lost so deep in the mire
When I am woke, I can see
A sense of returning for me
I can see, through these clouds
You were my kin
The world wasn’t turning for me
I guess it’s time to begin
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