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Trobadour
02:41
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I am to tell you
An old time tale
Two little sisters
A little man
Raised in a country
Of a western land
They forged a life with
What they had in hand
The child built castles
Up in the air
The older sister
Got a story to tell
Some bedtime stories
Of ancient times
The little listened
And sang aloud
The roots they carry
Late whereabouts
The own misfortunes
The faiths and doubts
They forged a life with
What they had in hand
So now you listen
I’ve got a story to tell
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2. |
The Goldrush
03:16
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The Holy landscape
In the morning calls
The sun reflecting
On the metal walls
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
We’re crossing over
The old wooden lane
Every day we meet and
Do the same
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
Blissful music
Laid beyond the plains
We’re swinging with the whistle
Of the trains
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
Every treasure
We can get ahold
It is a secret
Never to be told
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
Found the rhythm
That she searched for long
With all the pieces
We can play a song
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
Falling the evening
And the sound of chains
We are the pieces
So the song remains
Far from home,
Digging for gold.
Far from home,
Days of gold.
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We’re on a journey
Through a never ending line
And we retrace our steps
Forever in time
I raised your head
And made you look into the sky
The childhood left behind
The flight of birds align
We’re on a journey
And we travel on our feet
Walk on the ground
That was the chest of our beliefs
I felt the vanished walls
The almost naked trees
The hole that cemetery
Left inside of me
We’ll walk on pavement
Not on sand
We pick the last good of this land
The ceaseless chant of our band
Will sound in past
We’re on a journey
With the course of mourning doves
And from above
It is a place of orphan stones
We used to bring to life
The piles of broken bones
Now they are gone
So we are gone in silent moans
We’ll walk on pavement
Not on sand
We pick the last good of this land
The ceaseless chant of our band
Will sound in past
We’ll walk on pavement
Not on sand
We pick the last good of this land
The ceaseless chant of our band
Will sound in past
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4. |
Hadrianne Bridge
05:06
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What do you see
Through the land and the sea
From the wild of your heart
Through your eyes…?
Oh, I have seen
Going over the years
That you’re back as a kid
And we last
What do you see
Through the pain and the grief
Written under the bridge
Through your eyes…?
Oh, I have seen
That beyond Echo’s hill
We will build from the trees
Our landfill.
We will build once again
From the trees
Our land
We will build from the trees
Our land.
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5. |
The Passing Song
01:39
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He walked with the face of survival
She held in a bucket of leaves
He emptied it petal to petal
And someone said soon it’ll be spring
Bring them back home
Bring them back home
Bring them back home
Bring them back home
For the end
The pieces she’s made of are fading
I know they will gently dispel
So as her last wish I recall you
To bring them back home for the end
Bring them back home
Bring them back home
Bring them back home
Bring them back home
For the end
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6. |
Landfill
02:35
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We look for someone
She’s yet to come
We track the streets
Down in this town
You’ve lost your patience
But I’m still around
We’ll hit the road
Down in this town
The days of mourning
The years of ache
I feel they’re coming
To an end…
We packed our bags
And we sang farewell
It’s you and me
And somebody else…
We had no Godship
No wedding gown
We’ll hit the road
Down in this town
We chose to name her
As her old passed aunt
We made the streets ours
In this town
We look for someone
She’s yet to come
We’ll hit the road
down in this town
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Everybody looks at me and
Everybody talks and frowns
But every once in a while
I like this town
Everybody looked at me and
Well I couldn’t hush the crowd
But every once in a while
I like this town
I miss my days
I feel they’re coming
To an end…
I miss my place
It’s you and me
And somebody else…
Everybody looks at me and
Everybody talks and frowns
But every once in a while
I like this town
Everybody looked at me and
Well I couldn’t hush the crowd
But every once in a while
I like this town
We look for someone
She’s yet to come
We’ll hit the road
Down in this town
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Echo
03:04
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Cold wind that comes through my window
Scratches of time in her face
Soothing all pain and discomfort
Stroking the curls of my hair
She goes along with her singing
Yet there is no one awake
I felt a sound that alarmed me
Wood cracking under her steps
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Into the night I melt darling
Under the sheets of his bed
He cooled me down in the morning
Stroking the curls of my hair
He stares at me while I’m sleeping
Holding me into his hands
I look relieved still I’m aching
Wood cracking under his steps
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Cold wind that comes through my window
The passing of time made us fade
He used to soothe my discomfort
Stroking the curls of my hair
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9. |
Every Once in a While
04:12
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She went away
A part of ourselves
Went with her
That day in March
She left her soul
And we kept it warm
Until it was time
To give it a form
And then it gets rough
She went away
And all of the words
That were never said
Echo in time
Oh in her day
We watch as she grows
But watch it our way
And then it gets rough
And I sit by the fire
And watch you go
I’d stay on the night
That we chose us both
I feel that the right times
They can come back…
She came to stay
And every year
We lighted her way
Straight with the wind
Here at the front
The brighter the light
The brighter the love
The signs that we see
But then it gets rough
And I sit by the fire
And watch you go
I’d stay on the night
That we chose us both
I feel that the right times
They can come back
I just hope you remember
Every once in a while
I sit by the fire
And watch you go
I’d stay on the night
That we chose us both
I feel that the right times
They can come back…
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10. |
Storytellers
02:15
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On the bar where they had lived
Were left a father and his kid
Then he saw his planted seed
Was the girl in which he’d dreamed
Oh, she stopped the way back home
Mama looked through her open soul
She stared upon the golden skies
Birds fly again across her eyes
I've got a story, a story to tell.
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