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I swam alone
But the earth it was ignited at my feet
Enough to keep me floating there in deep
But not discrete
I dragged along
The shores of Fundy coastlands til I was home
The longest time I’ve been away since grown
So the elm trees moan
In the twilight hours I remember you
While the wild angels sang
We slept out on floors
We opened some door
And went away
In the faint light hours I just figured you
Would be miles back on a train
Where the motion of sound
Would move you around
To another state
Well I came undone
Beholden to time
Hope is a stage
It’s never too late
Mornings inside
Weak light collide
How fractured we are
To break on a dime
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2. |
Hard to Believe
03:57
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Blood
Keep me in mind
Keeper of my life
Please
Messed up in ways
It’s just been a long day
Sin
The heartbreak you’re in
I love that about you
Now that I’ve been
To the bottom again
(You said) it's nothing to react to
What is it about you
that makes it so hard to believe
What is it about you
that makes it so hard to believe
Familiar sounds
The hurt you make
The saddle of a promise paid
The wages of war
The cost of a fight
I circled a forgotten place
In hope retracing nothing breaks
A knock at the door
A thief at the night
Easy to explain
Easy to describe
Miss my soul
Tell me how you feel about being enough
Is it quite as good as you thought it would
Do you think you could change it
While I’m whole
Never quieter than in the pouring rain
I hate the way my mind sends me back again
Need to defend my hide away
Nothing matters more than the way you feel today
It’s a game we play
It’s a name in the clay
Chase
Weave in and out
The structures of my doubt
Feed
The silence that breathes
In a mind that was happy
When
The struggle began
I lived off a memory
Like ten
Years of pretend
In a house cloaked in ivy
What is it about you
that makes it so hard to believe
What is it about you
that makes it so hard to believe
You give, I give
You take, I take
Are my bad decisions your mistakes
I've been there before
I've written a line
For liturgy of gold and lace
You gave up things you can’t replace
A knock at the door
A thief at the night
Easy to explain
Easy to describe…
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3. |
Over/Under
03:20
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One side for providence
One side for making sense
Put em up together and see what holds
Our final innocence
Determined by some choice and chance
What’s it take to make a brother whole
And I want to know
Does it ever change your mind
Is there beauty in the silence
The wasted hours unwilding
And letting go
Does it ever change your mind
To love something completely
Without one foot discreetly out the door
Thought hard before I made
Up my mind in second grade
I want to see the world and take it home
But some years were unkind to me
Sometimes wished I didn’t leave
Build up more than another story told
And I am wondering
Does it ever change your mind
The sacredness of feeling
When another’s air your breathing
In and out
Does it ever change your mind
The mystery of wanting
Anything you could keep for yourself
The over/under’s leading me to side with real romance
The kind where I divest myself of all my given ends
The over/under’s telling me to wake up and be well
Cause being frozen where you dwell
Well it’s a special kind of hell
Well I know in my head
There’s this vision of being more
And I know in my head
I’m not always sure what for
Cause long after I’m dead
I’ll still fit on a page
Buried here and age
But so much deeper underneath
It’s kinda strange to think about
All the fear you could live without
If you only knew the pointlessness
Of waiting for a sign
Consolation
Joy and peace
Don’t forget your curiosity
The moment you stop wondering
The wonders start to cease
The over/under’s leading me to side with real romance
The over and the under says throw out the best-laid plans
The over/under couldn’t be much more irrelevant
Cause there is more to life than this
Just what you did and what you missed
And we are so much more than this
Just what we did and what we missed
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Pictures of St. Dymphna
04:41
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Woke up to a world
Feel like nothing
My sister warms the car
Says it's time to do something
You've been lying here too long
And I want you to know my children
But you've got to forgive to heal
Le me take you back to Fr. Downing
So we drove down Hanwell road
And I couldn't tell my breath from her cigarette smoke
Father met me at the door
Said I promise you'll be alright
I said
Oh
What a mess I made
I broke a promise to the light
Is this mercy or a masquerade
I know i ask you every time
I just can't get free in my mind
Father, as we walked down the parish hall
I saw St. Dymphna in a painting
I guess some kid knew who she was
I hope she prays for us tonight
Brother, you are free
And that's how you're meant to be
And this is the last time
The things we do are done
And you're not hurting anyone
So this is the last time
By the one who knows you most
Father
Son
And Holy Ghost
You're absolved
So I walked back to the car
Amy asked
Well is it over
I said as over as it can
And she cried into my shoulder
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5. |
Bury
03:40
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Thirty years to get married
Thirty years ago
What other plans can we bury
Or embargo
All of my friends are awakened
All of my friends are gone
Could one have been more mistaken when
the lines of the path were drawn
But who ever knew the chance I’d take
Who ever knew the rules I’d break
There’s too many lies
I’ll hesitate for now
You don’t have to get married and
You don’t have to meet my son
All the longings you bury just
become the ways that you hurt everyone
I’ve been waiting on the evening shore
I’ve been changing, still things I can’t let go now
All the things that I was looking for
are wrong again
They’re out the window
Thirty years to get married
Thirty years ago
Better to have fixed what is broken
All along
You don’t have to get married
You don’t have to meet son
All the longings you bury just
Become the ways that you hurt everyone
While your world is colliding
While the world is looking black
Never once was I hiding the
The things I carry
The things I lack
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6. |
I Felt Alive
03:34
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I felt alive today
And I don't want help
Cool breeze under shirt
As the last of the storm dies down
Would you like to say what's on your mind
Would you like to dance
God isn't here today
But I trust
I feel
And I know
That when the light rescinds
It's so the worst of us don't show
Would you like to leave yourself behind
Would you like to dance
All that I feel for you
is seedless
Soil-less ground
I'll steal an emotion or two
And turn my sadness back around
To when you came
I felt so strong today
Like my bed released its spell
The one where the days become
Like secrets I can never tell
Would you like to search for things you'll never find
Would you like to dance
Would you like to dance
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7. |
Make a Note
03:05
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1 West
I was sitting by the window late one night
My nurse said I had a visitor
I said alright
In walked Karen Brannon
Intern chaplain on the floor
She was kind and cool and brilliant
Rose of Tralee '94
I said Rose of Tralee
Can you find me a meadow
And Rose of Tralee
Can you find a way to heal me
Cause I'm up in my head
And I can't get out of bed
But hey look if I'm too far gone
Take this note and pass it on
They let me out near three weeks later
I quit my job on that same day
Drove east for Grand Manan
Was cleansed by the waters of Fundy Bay
I delivered groceries to the locals
From the local IGA
Life was good till my mind began to slip away
I turned to the sea and watched the flies inhaled by swallows
Could it be the same for me
That I can't escape the chase of ails and sorrows
Closing in round my head
Want an open field instead
Could make it work
If I'm not too far gone
I'll write a note and pass it on
Used to dream of St. John River
Where in boasts of plasticine
I'd float away
Away
Years later I got sicker
And cheated out of fantasy
Away
Away
Landed west of Quispamsis
It's the last stop on the SMT
Built a cabin as good as any place for a restless heart to be
Behind the cabin was a clearing
Behind the clearing another home
And in the home at least a dozen like me
Who thought they're better off alone
So I wrote to the Rose of Tralee
Hey I did find me a meadow
And Rose of Tralee
I did find a way to heal me
I got out of my head
I live for them instead
And hey look
No one's too far gone
So take this note and pass it on
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8. |
Dust (Serotonin)
04:00
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Some things
Are made to break
Water, sunshine, and dust
Some things
Are made mistakes
Idols of happiness and us
Fools who deceive themselves over and over again
Make up the rest of their lives
I don’t give in that much to all the time I lost
You can see it somewhere under my eyes
Some things
Are wide awake
Faith and wanting and trust
Some things
Are hard to take
Turning from maybe to must
Hey just a moment now, sleep for another round
If any should ask
Well I tried
To open the curtains and let that good light on in
This day can wait for tonight
And I recall
Sarah Jones
Sarah now
Sarah helped
Serotonin
(But) I get by
Yeah, I get by
Sarah laughed
Sarah cried
Sarah held
Serotonin
I get by
Yeah I get by
Cause it seems to me
Something is wrong again
You said it seems to me
The earth can’t help but spin
So I hold my head
And pull my hair
And scream aloud
And man I feel so proud
Cause I made it
I made it
Some things
Will never break
Never crumble to dust
Some things
Just show up late
Still good
Underneath the rust
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9. |
Victory
03:50
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Out of the cold of the wind and dust
A man in his home adding colours to white washed walls
A blade in a fist and a letter from home
It's good to be missed just when things start to fold
The night's giving hell to an old screen door
Splashes of paint dot the edges of the kitchen floor
Up into bed
Just a bed in a room
And a mirror stained with the words
This is you
This you
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
Oh I won't go on alone
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
I'll give it everything I own
Come and take my blood
And water it down
You don't know what I know
You don't know what I know
And this one should
Bring things around
You don't know what I know
You don't know what I know
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
Oh I won't go on alone
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
I'll give it everything
Everything
That I own
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10. |
Say More
04:18
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Feels like a palisade in ground
Water floods and lifts us to heaven's borderlands
Still passing time but breaking down
Don’t say it’s all alright
I’m not faking it this time
My blood was mine but now it runs
With souls who lay and reach out for my hand
What life is this that makes the sound
Of sheets in hallway light
Of making it through the night
I am pretty much the same
I mean
Except for how I’ve changed
Or mended
Sometimes someone holds a mirror up to you
And instead of staring back
You stare right through
To another you
But you can keep the band
Fall forward into change
Doesn’t mean you go away
What part of “I hear you” don’t you understand
What part of “I’m distracted” don’t you understand
What part of “I’m angry"
Leave all my mystery on the ground
Dig ‘till I feel my center trembling
Write down the words I’m speaking now
And be alright
With things that aren’t alright
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11. |
More Than Time
02:30
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Songs about a rover
Play in my defense
Knee deep in the water
Looking in
I think of last October
I think of what it meant
To feel something completely
Heaven sent
More than time
More than time
Thicker than blood
But never enough
More than time
Live the life I'm dreaming
Clean and pure and fine
Shadows of my own making
In a fickle mind
I need more than time
More than time
Thicker than blood
never enough
More than time
Who do you run to when
Love let go and
You don't want anything
Desire is a gift once
Given to the Body
In the soul of a stranger
I can hear it ring
Fed on daily portion
Fed on daily cup
I think it's worth surviving
I think it is enough
More than time
More than time
Thicker than blood
Ever enough
More than time
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Stuart Wilson-Smith Chicago, Illinois
Folk and rock and/or roll music by a Canadian person.
See also the SWSO at swso.bandcamp.com
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