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Stationery
06:04
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Stationery, the things we carried
A little gospel of some visionary
Between the pages, into the folds
We wrote it all down in red and in gold
Those were the days, I know
I found the petals inside of the letter
How these small things they make me feel better
I held up your cursive to see if it’s still there
I held up pages like some kind of seer
All is there, in letters
Why do you love me?
I know I don’t make it so easy
The garden was better without me
Why do you love me?
When I make it so very easy
To burn down this house that we’re building
Just open the letters you sent me
Why do you love at all?
Wrote about death, about the weather
We made it all up to make us feel better
Hold your tongue, our hands together
You waited for hours and then it was over
All gets said then buried
Why do you love me?
I know I don’t make it so easy
The garden was better without me
Why do you love me?
When I make it so very easy
To burn down this house that we’re building
Just open the letters you sent me
Why do you love at all?
The story’s beginning is the same as the ending
Tried to sort it without any meaning
But your face in that light (that light was fading)
I’d like to stay here the landscape keeps changing
Now once again with some feeling
Why do you love me?
I know I don’t make it so easy
The garden was better without me
Why do you love me?
When I make it so very easy
To burn down this house that we’re building
Just open the letters you sent me
Why do you love at all?
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I would like to end all this darkness
All the time my mind, it is filled with it
But I am a child of light and not death
I am a Son of God
Hear this!
Hear this!
All the voices that you hear here
Liars, liars, liars everywhere, everywhere
But I speak the Words of Truth, they are like fire
Write them on your hands, they are the right words
The right words
I want you to know that I am Christian
Always will be, always have been
Tongues of fire are seen above my head
Choirs upon choirs
They hear this
Hear this!
Who really believes you can have it both ways
Better to say what we mean
Better mean what we say
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Hidden Mansions
04:20
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There are mansions somewhere
Pretty houses
Women wearing blouses
Women in gold
Gardens within gardens
Falling mountains
Darjeelingesque I imagine
Darjeeling, I am sure
But I am this way, I am this way
I’ll wear the collar while I feed you cake
I am this way, I am this way
I’ll wear the cassock and I'll take the name
The Palisades on a Sunday
On the Lord’s Day
It’s “Braid of Voices” I play and play
There's nowhere to go
Hidden mansions somewhere
Hidden houses
I’ve read about all the promises
But what do I know?
I am this way, I am this way
I’ll wear the collar while I feed you cake
I am this way, I am this way
I’ll wear the cassock and I'll take the name
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Lake of Fire
05:00
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Smile for the camera, smile if you can
Give us a smile then again and again
In Middle East there is blood on the sand
The evening news showed the Arab’s dead hands
All God’s children go to Heaven
Come see the crowds, a parade in the street
Hear all the sounds, all the sights, the living
There was a man that they hung from a tree
They watched in the dark as he swung in the breeze
Swing low, sweet chariot
Sing something lovely, sing something we’ve heard
Tell us how we shall inherit the Earth
Fire came from heaven, devoured them all
Stretched out before us, a great lake of fire
Swing low, sweet chariot
Smile for the camera, smile if you can
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Is this the end, is this oblivion?
When in our hands, chrysanthemums
for it's a sign of what's to come
The Great Divide, The Great Undone
Here I am standing at this door
with the weight of the world all gone to war
I carry it around if you can tell
it is an art and I do it well
Don’t you turn around to see this
It breaks the heart in pieces
No more moving speeches
We have to set this before our eyes
carve it into our hearts with knives
"A third of all those, those with him fell"
I wrote it down, underlined it well
No, we have to set this before our eyes
carve it into our hearts with knives
”if they hated me, they will hate you”
Say it with me, with words like Camus
Don’t you turn around to see this
It breaks the heart in pieces
Don’t you turn around to see this
No more moving speeches
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