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Deadwood
04:05
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I will walk, through the deadwood
and through the silence, and scattered leaves below
Not knowing where to go
and this place could very well become home
I feel I'm lost,... Yeah... I know I'm lost...
and would you have me, climb the tallest tree?
And map out the trail to be free...
only to find peace in my own company?
Loud bright? I'll stay...
in the cool Dark, for Today
Anyway, it's all the same
I'll decay in my own way,
anyway its all the same....
Yeah I know, Yeah I know you'll lead
to pastures, of every-growing green
to life from an ever-flowing stream,
or is that just the song we sing into the deep?
Do I follow? Like a sheep atop your hill?
Doing nothing, except waiting on your sign?
And I don't want to love you out of fright,
or the escape of ever lasting night.
I know that you'll leave me High and Dry
You need to believe me,
I know that you'll leave me High and Dry
You need to believe me...
I'm afraid that you'll leave me
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Love Them Well
03:31
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It's taken hold of me again
I cracked a smile to fit in
Oh this jealousy it binds me
"God dammit don't appear unsightly..."
Maybe one day this'll stop, maybe one day I'll be free
To be here with you, hear the stories you tell
Love them Well, even when they're not about me
Constant worrier be okay
open up your ears to what they have to say
numbered are the days we have together
So keep steadfast my dear bellwether
Everyone's got everything, and nothing happens
(I'm insane)
Maybe one day this'll stop, maybe one day I'll be free
To be here with you, hear the stories you tell
Love them Well, even when they're not about me
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Ben
04:32
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I knew we'd always dig a hole, when we were young, we'd always say that we would
When we'd talk ways of building caves out in the yard, I never knew,
That it was just your escape
The ground's to hard for me break, but you could dig and dig and dig,
and no more I could do
I got no more I could do
The filthy mess... that VHS, and my stomach hurt, and Idol up on the shelf
and I knew it stung when the leather cracked and the corner wall...
I could only hear your defeat
and as I watched with sealed lips, I wish that I could have stolen you
but no more I could do
I got no more I could do
We learned things so premature, and our tiny hearts, abandoned hope of return
Then you were called up to the clouds and I didn't know but yet another
truth with which I'd comes to terms
and though the spirit it ascends, the body rests and whats funny then,
is that the biggest hole we ever made,
was something that neither of us could escape
and no more I could do,
No more I could do...
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Where did all the people go?
I built this castle upon your stone
Despite the changing winds, this empty room I'm in
This iridescent truth, are you changing colors once again?
Where did all the people go?
I was told I was a cog in serving greater things
to fill His chapel full of names, to get them all to think the same
and share a venomous disdain
when She tells us that the turns have changed
So where did all the people go?
I will walk through the backwoods listening for you silent call
and despite the plans being made, I'll reside in a cave
listening back to my own voice...
"have I ever really loved another?"
Cause the more you choke out your desires,
the more you'll surely be admired
You'll watch the world consumed by fire
holding your reward, your throne, your plenty...
Where did all the people go?
I was sold the straight and narrow road
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5. |
All The Pretty Flowers
04:21
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I can't stop telling all the pretty flowers that their blooms are not as beautiful as I remembered them to be
And even if their seasons changed and scarcer be their living rain I'm not quite satisfied with how it is they've tried...
I can't stop telling all the pretty flowers that their blooms are not as beautiful as I remembered them to be
and even when their season's changed with beauty stretching frantically, the glory of the colorful and variations haven't etched their name,
In the palms of my hand
And everyone I know, says "Oh how you've grown"
But I'm just cursing stones for being thrown.
If I were chose to craft a rose and sew the ground some better clothes Id think myself to be the best and weed out any help you'd give
and direction if it's gently gave can lead the chained down to a flame, that'll melt the link and from the ash and we'll dance as if we never were ashamed, we never were ashamed!
Still, everyone I know, says "Oh how you've grown"
and I'm just cursing stones for being thrown.
I'll bleed, all my words
I'll bleed everything I say
There is heaven in the lily fields
May the living and rotting make me heal
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Running Thin
04:57
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What's this fear, that stirs my tongue?
Is this you? or the breath from my fathers lungs?
Why do we, fill our chest's with heaviness pushing through the wilderness?
to find a fortress we've built
our lock and wall, will leave you to the wolves.
The chirping of nocturnal bugs,
the heavy lids
the present...tense
the quiet of the moon above
we're different... are we different?
Should I kneel?
and just accept the way and give away the power of my voice?
I think I'll fall in line, a different time, the wild called
and I will journey on
Our conversations' running thin
frozen to the chair pulling at your hair
the quiet of the moon above
are we just the same?
but with different names?
We Love the same, We chase the same
....But our words and hearts are worlds apart.
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7. |
Broken Arm
04:01
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Oh little lightning bug floating in my yard, I feel like you've been here once before
the pattern in the wind with the ascension and the fall
like incisions made but hidden out of view.
Oh little lightning bug...
I was walking in the dusk after a long day outside,
humidity like blankets hanging on the line
and in the yard on my way in the house before I touched the door
I tuned my ear to the beginnings of a scar...
Oh little lightning bug...
Your bioluminescence like the rhythm of my pulse
when I turned the knob and found out it was locked,
and the yells and screams and panic that I heard inside my walls,
I had forgot but soon my house would turn to rot
Oh little lightning bug...
I had forgot that chasing lightning bugs on my trampoline
had made me fall and in 2 places broke my arm
and for years there were those nights we didn't know if we would eat
and I had never know that your tears were cause of me.
Oh little lightning bug, floating in my yard
I know now that you've been here once before
this pattern in the wind with the ascension and the falls
like incisions made but now I clearly see.
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Patience
05:03
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There's a restlessness to see when all my sands fall still
If every woe was chemical or if demons really plagued me so...
If sleeplessly they press against me, driving hell with fire and nail
and army built to conquer soul, to kill a heart and curse a mind.
Are there shadows in the walls? Named worry all along?
Or is it just my flesh, designed to worry days way
A pattern deep within a chain, of generations stacked up high?
So do sleeplessly I pace my bedroom, hoping for what can't be changed?
Or is there an army built to conquer should, to kill the heart and curse my mind?
Are there shadows in the walls? Named worry all along?
The gallows parched and waiting still at every turn and act of will
The hallow's marched with eyes to kill and I will be patient still...
I will be patient still
I will be patient still...
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Enemy
04:55
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Since I was young,
shading me with your leaves,
inviting me,
to be fed and rest with you
You'd teach me the ways,
to navigate this maze,
of a world ablaze,
always pushing me, to follow...
I am not your enemy you can burn me all away.
I am not your enemy, and together we will decay.
And now I've grown,
branches of my own,
and I'm not alone
but Im smothered here with you.
And If I decide,
to find another orchard to reside,
I'll be cast aside
Never again to meet your eye,
please list me all my crimes..
I am not your enemy, you can burn me all away
I am not your enemy, and together we will decay.
Why do we have to grown apart?
We are still just kin at heart...
I'm growing old and so are you
You're still my family,
despite what's true.
You are not my enemy,
Burn me all away...
I am not your enemy,
together we will decay..
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10. |
Coal Sea & Fire
04:13
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When the coal touched my lips everything became white
The scales and scabs of my past tempering years, shriveled and dried
The milestone of guilt around my neck, dragging me into the deep
was cut and removed as the smoke kept billowing in.
And no more am I
Then my sea began to dance, and everything became black
The pillars and stones of my house upon the rock, scattered and crumbled
and the principals held with all my might, keeping me from caving in
were turned into dust as the wind kept billowing in.
And no more am I
Then the fire destroyed the town and everythings a shade of grey
the bricks that we laid gave away and all that remains, is coal sea, and fire
and the empires grasp on whom we pray, demanding "You will love us first"
is chaff from his winnowing breath, now billowing in...
and no more am I
no more am I
What more am I?
What more am I?
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Pelican Jones Austin, Texas
I live in Austin, I love playing and writing music with friends. My musical influences are many and range from early 2000's
hardcore to choral arrangements from Swedish composers.
You can get me to do most things if a good meal or a good dessert is promised in exchange.
I hope you like this album and share it with people you love.
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