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Oh Freedom
00:45
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Oh Freedom!
Oh Freedom!
Oh Freedom over me.
And before I'll be a slave I'll be buried in my grave and go home to my Lord and be free.
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2. |
The South
04:21
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60 years is just too bold
a number that might steal your soul
and it just takes time…
you've been down this road before
for 30 years and 30 more
well you've never left
you grew up in the south
fighting life with your broken mouth
and your trusted gun
it's a simple life
for a simple man
and the city folk
won't understand….
but it is yours.
your children are all grown and gone
and your wife, she faded with the dawn
and you're left alone
but what the hell do these people think
and what the hell do these people mean
when they say you're done?
you grew up in the south
fighting life with your broken mouth
and your trusted gun
it's a simple life
for a simple man
and the city folk
won't understand….
but it is yours.
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3. |
Open Sea
03:06
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Running towards the open sea,
running with my hands held to the sky.
With all my amenities,
all these things that help to get me by.
And we'll dance and we'll sing all... all of our lives
Help me with my memory
it seems that i've forgotten how to smile.
Oh i've been so crotchety,
but you've been here, you held me for a while.
So we'll join hands together and sing… of our life
Have I drifted far from home?
This ungrateful heart now to expire?
Like a thief caught on the run,
whose gift of death is soon to be required.
And I never did thank you... for my life
Oh mum won't you let me thank you… for my life
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4. |
Ode to Winter
02:18
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Well the snow burned,
the snow burned,
through our eyes.
And we hid our
and we hid our
thoughts behind lies...
So the world won't know who we are
And we kept our
and we kept our selves
to ourselves
We never let the
never let the
cold overwhelm...
For cold's just a state of the mind
Cold's just a state of the mind.
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5. |
Desert Isle
02:34
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Down by the beach I was strolling up and down the weathered path holding bottles full of wishes that might drown, when the water made it's rise and I tossed the bottles in and pray to God that someone hear me and comfort me again.
Well the trees ain't much for friendship and the water only talks with grunts and sort of almost whimpers, to be likened to a gawk, I tire and sit atop the cliff face and watch the ocean's spray. It's hard when all they do is listen, but I don't have much to say
Oh i've been stranded on this desert isle.
I've been here several years and I'm wondering if this was worthwhile
These words might flow like springs with taps you turn the water on but sometimes plumbing doesn't work and your sucked into a storm of currents ever always flowing, the kind you cannot ford, you have to discard all belongs and jump across the fjord
Oh i've been stranded on this desert isle.
I've been here several years and I'm wondering if this was worthwhile
Oh please get me off this desert isle
because man is not rock and I am not so full of guile
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6. |
The First Day of Spring
04:00
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We speak in verse to hide our words.
We are afraid to meet our days.
The future's here
but still unclear.
I bit my tongue,
I didn't run.
Don't look ahead just to find your death.
Don't count your days just to see them fade.
Don't miss the kiss which now parts your lips.
Don't ask to fly if the ground is your sky.
For the wind and the trees,
for the flowers and the breeze,
for the song we shall sing
it is spring, it is spring.
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7. |
Nightingale Movement I
02:39
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8. |
Nightingale Movement II
02:02
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To say of one's self with beauty and doubt
that there are no words so fluidly spout
is to erase the message within
that we are still lovers though spotted with sin.
I know I'm not old but still I'm not free
for courage is lost in vain bravery
and if there's an out it's that I can't see
well be this your lock then hand me the key.
We're not alone, so take me by the hand
and we'll compose a poem and some sort of plan.
These veins still flow with warm precious life
as long as we stand, we'll stand and we'll fight.
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9. |
The Storm & the Sea
04:30
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here a voice was raised
here a song was sang in the middle of the night
you didn't shoot me down
though i'm on the ground
there is choice in this life though sometimes that's forgotten
and in school we are taught
to obey our desires but they lead us astray
can we chase our own dreams
can we break from the liar
there are clouds in the sky but the rain isn't coming.
but the children are not listening to the words sung my the churchyard chorus
and it's true we've neglected to learn from the faults of the ones who came before us
I have laughed with you,
we have smiled and sang. does that make this alright?
my emotions roar
they're beyond my control
is there choice in this life? oh it seems i've forgotten
take the sextant of hope
we must measure our bearings for we mustn't get lost
now the sunset is red
let the sailor rejoice
there are clouds in the sky but the storm isn't coming
but the children are not listening to the words sung my the churchyard chorus
and it's true we've neglected to learn from the faults of the ones who came before us
Let us raise our voice
let us sing our song
there is light that breaks the night
we can chase our own dreams
we can break from the liar
there are clouds in the sky but the storm isn't coming.
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10. |
Goodbye
02:42
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Ever since the start there was inevitable end,
resolution follows climax and that's how a story spins
Since our first hello we've been waiting for goodbye
but it never felt so real until this time pasted us by.
well i'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet
well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet
A story's worth is set by the word that ends the page,
so now I see this narrative is hanging on today.
Don't let us disintegrate without that final word.
And don't anticipating an easy end, every parting brings us hurt
well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet
well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet
well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet
well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet
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The Duke of Norfolk Paris, France
The Duke of Norfolk is a peripatetic singer/songwriter from Oklahoma.
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