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Oracle (All Knowing Mix)
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I come to you, humble and willing,
brave stepping over the bones of my brethren
I wouldn't come here if I wasn't desperate,
but I am too small, I cannot lift this.
One cement block could hold all I love
each moment sinking deep in the mud
and I would do everything in my own power
but I am too small, and so is the hour.
And will I never be great
because I refuse to be cruel
will I always be afraid
will I always need
an oracle?
They said you were great, and they were not lying,
but why is greatness so terrifying
great and terrible ... always in pairs
so we come to an oracle, trembling and scared
And will I never be great
because I refuse to be cruel
will I always be afraid
will I always need
an oracle?
I do not steal like the rats in the rosebushes
I do not kill like the owl in the forest
I do not lie like the leaders of fortresses
so will I die with the kind and the powerless?
I do not steal like the rats in the rosebushes
I do not kill like the owl in the forest
I do not lie like the leaders of fortresses
so I will die with the kind and the powerless.
And I say that I will never be great
because I refuse to be cruel
and I will always be a little afraid
I will always be little, but I would rather be little
than ever be
an oracle.
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are you travelling to New York with your guitar?
or are you going off alone?
are you meeting someone?
will you think of me when you get there?
do you think of me at all these days?
this train will take you farther than I dare go
just outside my head
it's 600 miles up there
a long drive by anyone's standards
and I cannot guarantee too many visits
and I cannot guarantee too many letters
this station has its separate paths
and we our separate tracks
our separate tracks
I know that I am hard to Love
and I know that I ask for far too much
but we get what we ask for sometimes
and sometimes we miss the mark
we miss the mark
well know I travel the world with my guitar
but I remain so alone
sometimes I meet someone
I think of no-one somedays
but sometimes
someone's just enough
to sweetly fill my time
and sometimes noting but a dream is enough
and sometimes even the dream's too late
I've missed the MARC
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This one-sided blind side was not the right side for me
Just cause I’ve got something for you does not mean you’ve anything for me
And falling through the cracks with no safety net at all
Makes the cheap seats even cheaper and gives a surer sharper fall
What did any of it mean?
Who’s gonna save me?
I think I’ve overlooked something in the room…
This over-arching roof is guaranteed you’ll have nothing left but no fear of anything
Never cold and never hungry just stay huddled close to me
I am the sum of every little thing you need
You poor and huddled masses yearning to be me
You’ve got nothing left to fear but fear itself and me
What did any of it mean?
Who’s gonna save me?
I think we’ve overlooked something in the room…
Fool me once and blame the student
Fool me twice and blame the teacher
Fool me thrice and blame the master
Or maybe start looking back…
I’ve heard it causes cancer
I’ve read it cures the same
It’s been known to shift its stance and ask askance if you thought everyone else here had changed
It’s been known to toe the line and place its weight upon the scales it’s been known to slowly shift around
It’s been known to tell a joke and call the shots and pull the strings
And everybody knows it really gets around
What did any of it mean?
Who’s gonna save me?
I think we’ve overlooked something in the room…
Fool me once and blame the student
Fool me twice and blame the master
Fool me thrice and blame the system
Or maybe start looking back…
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Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey day
Into a hole, down, down-soft place for us to lay
I buried us in a secret place none will go
Bluebells in the field, the only wreath we’ll ever know.
No churchyard will ever hold our sad, sad sin
No coin of copper, silver, gold to buy our way in
No stone to mark the bitter place where we lie
No stone but my heart … and no one’s tears but mine.
Can you hear … judgment in the trees
How they say … I'll never rest in peace
And they will say … lies I can never untell
See, the only hymns sang for him were from silent little bells
Silent little bells …
I loved a man in the worst of ways, loved me once
Loved me but he left, left me with his son
But the son he did not rise when it was his time
And I begged my love bury our son, but he said “was none of mine.”
The world it judged me hard for what it did not see
The woman is a whore, while the man he goes free
So tell me now for all my pain, can it be a sin
For a woman done wrong to do the man done it – do that man right in?
Can you hear … judgment in the trees
How they say … I will never rest in peace
And they will say … lies I can never untell
See, the only hymns sang for him were from silent little bells
Silent little bells …
I took my love to an old, old place on the edge of town
Told him he could take me, take and lay me down
I let him kiss me deep upon the edge of the well
I took my lover in my arms and took us both to Hell.
Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey day
Into a hole, down, down-soft place for us to lay
I buried us in a secret place none will sing
Bluebells in the field, bluebells in the field, bluebells in the field
And not a one to ring.
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Everyone loves a revolution
spin in a circle, 'til it comes round
everyone loves a revolution
'til it's on your doorstep, 'til it's on your ground
I got complaints, I can't deny
I got concerns, keep me awake at night
and I got my problems with the way of the world, see
But I'm not a soldier and I never will be
The tv's like a fast car
they're cheering it on
Revolutions per minute
and the Beatles' song:
"you say you want a revolution"
make sure it's the one you want ...
Everyone loves a revolution
all the liberty they bring
everyone loves a revolution
but one man's Che
is another man's King
You never know
what you'll get when tyrants fall
and a revolution's just a circle
after all
The radio's a fast car
they're singing along
revolutions per minute
and the Muse song:
you can "stand up and take the power back"
it's easy to sing,
but would you do it if they asked?
Easy to say
far away, oh so safe
No sacrifice
ain't that nice
just you wait 'til it comes
who'll be the chosen ones?
'Cause everyone loves a revolution
spin in a circle, 'til it comes round
everyone loves a revolution
'til it's on your doorstep, it's on your ground
I got complaints, I can't deny
I got concerns, keep me awake at night
and I got my problems with the way of the world, see
But I'm not a soldier. I never will be
The tv's like a fast car
they're cheering it on
Revolutions per minute
and the Beatles' song:
"you say you want a revolution"
careful of what you want ...
You say you want a revolution ...
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The Worst Day
05:43
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Once I had intelligence
And once I had the will
But sometimes all the lines a hard life finds redefine our tale
And the dreamer deep inside of me was eventually a casualty
I think the things I couldn’t think and fight the fights I couldn’t win
Inside my head.
I unwrapped the star this year but it wasn’t where I’d dreamt of being
And as the paper fell away
The glitter fell away
The kids weren’t there but I just don’t care
She wanted plastic and I’d thought so hard for wood this year
They can open them alone
I paid for all this stuff
Ain’t that enough
I’m leaving
The winter came on oh so hard
And every muscle aches
From 40 years of hoping passion’s all it takes
Too old to leave a pretty corpse
Too young to just forget
I’ll surprise you all with the poison in my head
The poison in my head
It’s the perfect weathered grey
The perfect winter’s Day
As I climb into the sky
I scribbled all the things I could’ve said
You’ll be sorry when I’m dead
You’ll all be sorry when I’m dead
now just once I’m gonna seize the day…
I’m falling I’m falling
The first one to the scene
They took everything they could get from me
And the doctors that came next
They feared the worst
That I was uninsured
The ink upon the note had run with the snow and blood and slush
It was a Christmas miracle they said
That if I wake
That I will Live
But I’m flying I’m flying…
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I am a freelance composer and producer that is based in Baltimore, Maryland.
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