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The Current
01:58
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It's faked when you smile and you know it.
The wind blew the flowers out of your hair,
but they'll grow back if you let them.
They'll know if you care.
It's time for you to step back,
this can't be good for you.
I wish I could take you away,
and make it all sunny and warm for your bare feet,
but honey I don't know to fly.
So, I'll wait for the mountains to lift me.
Well, I'll stand on the hills 'til they rise.
Look down at the valleys below them.
Hike down and pass the time for a while.
If ever I look back to
to see what's left behind,
I think of the way that you smile
and though nothing had changed, it just started to fade
You were gone in the blink of an eye.
So, I'll wait for the mountains to lift me.
Well, I'll stand on the hills 'til they rise.
Look down at the valleys below them.
Hike down and pass the time for a while.
I hiked down to the valley below, I drank
from the water I drank from the stream.
Well it's carrying me
It leads me to believe that I'm not really me,
It's the way that I see.
I see differently.
Well, It's fate when you smile and you know it.
The wind blew the flowers out of your hair,
but they'll grow back if you let them.
They'll know if you care.
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2. |
The River Song
07:06
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As the floods roll through the valley,
I swear I'm not coming up clean.
And a bridge that I'd known for a lifetime,
Washed away like a childhood dream.
And the people sang, "Hey La," for the river.
Sang, "Hey La," for the dead.
Sing, "Hey don't you feel the current
did you hear what the world just said?"
Climbing over they Levy
I pray for a break in the clouds.
But the howling winds swirled around me
'til their screaming had drowned me all out
And the people sang, "Hey La," for the river.
Sang, "Hey La," for the dead.
Sing, "Hey don't you feel the current
did you hear what the world just said?"
Sing
Perhaps the banks will be fertile again.
We can all move on.
We can't stop the morning of death,
Nor the song that's sung.
Sing
Sing, "Hey La," for the river.
Sing, "Hey La," for the dead.
Sing, "Hey don't you feel the current
did you hear what the world just said?"
Now in time, we forgot all our troubles,
And lived happy the rest of our days
But that murdering river still bubbles,
Reminding us all of our fate.
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In fact, it takes some time.
But now it's in my mind
To make our hearts lighter,
And unbind our hands.
With covered eyes, you tried to find a way
To keep me here.
A thousand tides can bring this ship to shore
so I'll crash it on the rapids.
A heavy heart won't do you good if you are trying,
To keep your head above the water.
And heavy hands aren't worth so much,
When you are drowning.
And you can't think to swim.
All you've got is your prayers and hymns.
I'll grind my teeth,
I'll stomp this heartbeat out so just maybe you can hear.
I'm alive, yes I'm still here with you,
In case you didn't notice.
A heavy heart won't do you good if you are trying,
To keep your head above the water.
And heavy hands aren't worth so much,
When you are drowning.
And you can't think to swim.
All you've got is your prayers and hymns.
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4. |
Interlude
01:06
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5. |
Heels Draped in Ember
03:41
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Two down, and there are more to follow.
Why now? Because it couldn't be tomorrow.
But a life is never lost, it is only ever borrowed.
There really is no cost except the pain you've swallowed.
Their wasted days are yours now.
The words they never spoke are your sounds.
You are their arms and legs get moving.
They've dealt you a winning hand quit losing.
Be a legacy. Let the fallen breeze tear out an icy world
With heals draped in ember
Heels draped in ember.
Who's found the life that follows after?
Somehow I thought they'd fix the world faster.
But we don't need words from God,
We just need right and wrong.
A little conscience could go a long way to lift us up.
To lift us up.
Their wasted days are yours now.
The words they never spoke are your sounds.
You are their arms and legs get moving.
They've dealt you a winning hand quit losing.
Be a legacy. Let the fallen breeze tear out an icy world
With heals draped in ember
Heels draped in ember.
I'll take a walk to watch me feet light up their fields.
I hope my garden grows when ash is all their yield.
My life won't be my own, I'll throw it to the wind.
And oh what carries me is everything they would have been.
They would have left
A legacy.
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6. |
Ghost Light
03:14
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With my ghost light on, I'll never close down.
With my heart so raw, I'm bound to bleed out.
With my ghost light on, I'll never close down.
With my heart so raw, I'm bound to bleed out.
With my head in the clouds, I'm an astronaut.
I'm a beet in the field and I'm bound to rot.
So little ghost light keep me warm.
Little ghost light keep me warm.
Warm up my mornings with the raise of the sun,
I know it gets cold when the day is done.
With all my ambitions I'm a shooting star.
I'm bound to burn up 'fore I get very far.
So little ghost light keep me warm.
Little ghost light keep me warm.
At the end of the day,
With my eyes so heavy
And my feet so sore from the miles I'd walked
I collapse to the floor.
My head hung down,
With the confusion of freedom.
I don't know if I beat 'em, but I know I'm the one
Whose standing now.
I'm standing now.
I'm standing now.
I'm standing now.
I'm standing tall,
I'm standing free,
You have not read my eulogy.
I've grown accustomed to breathing.
Throw my ash into the wind,
I'll come right back to you again.
I'm not accustomed to leaving.
Oh no.
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7. |
Honest Fool
04:05
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I'll mean as much to you as you want me too.
Stay back, I'm warning you.
I'm an honest fool.
Is it any wonder I'm not sure?
Is it any wonder I'm confused?
Is it any wonder I'm not sure?
Is it any wonder I'm confused?
Oh my
Make my living off of things that die.
Oh my
Make my living off of things that die so I can't lose.
Head down, keep your eyes low so she'll never know.
Lights on and no one's home, 'cept your heart of stone.
Is it any wonder I'm not sure?
Is it any wonder I'm confused?
Is it any wonder I'm not sure?
Is it any wonder I'm confused?
Oh my
Make my living off of things that die.
Oh my
Make my living off of things that die so I can't lose.
I can't lose.
Oh vicious dream,
Mean something to me.
I can't beat this scene,
No that just ain't me.
I'll bow to no man.
I've got my pride.
But oh, near you,
I can't stand.
No I can't stand.
Oh lord.
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8. |
Windowsill
03:16
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She's still convinced he's still alive
She'll turn her head if you ask her why.
She don't need your pity
And you don't need to see her cry.
'Cause there's a windowsill filled with picture frames
To keep him safe
There's a windowsill filled with picture frames
To keep his name
There's a windowsill
He's still convinced he should have died.
He should have been the one to drive
But he insisted, "Brother, you've been getting drunk since nine."
They had the windows down
Didn't hear a sound as rubber burned.
Had the windows down,
Didn't hear a sound as the left lane swerved
Had the windows down.
And the love they shared as brothers
Was like that of any two friends
But he lost him like the others
Couldn't save him in the end
With his windowsill and his picture frame
To keep him sane
With his windowsill and the picture frame
To keep his name
There's an empty place when they say table grace
On christmas morning
There's a smiling face in that maple frame
That stays the same.
Stays the same.
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When the grass grew long
From the rain that washed our necks
We knew we'd lost our bets,
But we stuck to our guns
And our bloodstained feet,
They were broken at the door.
We couldn't walk no more.
We were crippled from the start.
We need room to go.
We need room to grow.
So let the grass grow long.
Let it rise up to the sky.
Build a wall around my head.
So I can't see passersby.
Build it higher than the redwood trees.
Build it stronger than my hopes and dreams.
Make it sing.
Make it sing,
Like a minstrel to his king.
Said the Minstrel to his king,
I'm afraid I'll play no more
he turned around toward the door
well his feet hit marble floor.
On the road ahead
He travelled by the night
Well he stayed out of site,
His solitude was found.
We need room to go.
We need room to grow.
So let the grass grow long.
Let it rise up to the sky.
Build a wall around my head.
So I can't see passersby.
Build it higher than the redwood trees.
Build it stronger than my hopes and dreams.
Make it sing.
Make it sing,
Like a minstrel to his king.
And when we drink the water don't we drink for shallow reasons?
We drink when no one seems to hear.
And when we drink the water don't we drink for shallow reasons?
We drink so someone else stays clear.
So let the grass grow long.
Let it rise up to the sky.
Build a wall around my head.
So I can't see passersby.
Build it higher than the redwood trees.
Build it stronger than my hopes and dreams.
Make it sing.
Make it sing,
Like a minstrel to his king.
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Egypt Hollow Warren, Pennsylvania
Egypt Hollow is a duo out of Northwestern Pennsylvania. Inspired by the local landscape, their music consists of acoustic guitar, vocal harmonies, piano, upright bass, and mandolin. Egypt Hollow is frequently seen opening art shows and playing coffee shops. Please feel free to contact via egypthollow@gmail.com, or on facebook and twitter. ... more
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