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Free The Prisoners
06:15
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Free The Prisoners
I want to free you from every kind of attire
From that delicate glance that is not quite desire
And I want to see you entirely naked
Of every posture of every false question
And I want to know your holy transparent fire
A storm a train a bright star dancing on your eyelids
And I want to free you from trappings and obscure views
From all of your ideals and newsreels of the mind
And it occurs to me that I write such things
Because of your shocking beauty
It occurs to me that I write such things because it’s a duty
To free the prisoners free the prisoners
And I want to shout out against sleep and indifference
Against conversation and category and the cold hard calculation
And I want to undress you of all your pretentious lies
And that entire game you play of being civilized
And I want to liberate that monster in your womb
And sweep away the clouds and gloom
And I want to free you from the burden of desire
And lay you down in the cool, cool fire
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2. |
Lucinda
04:23
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Lucinda
You are not some empty doll
You’re blisteringly true
Sweep away the dross
And sticky monsters too
You’re deep mysterious
Not plainly graspable
They cannot put in a box
They can’t say nothing at all
Lucinda what are you running from?
Lucinda where is the smoking gun?
Lucinda none of them are real
Lucinda they can’t tell you what to feel
And when you’re feeling lost
In lurid ghost and drama scenes
And in some swampy hole
Where trolls and vampires dream
But if you heart is true
If you give everything
The divine hand will come to you
Be at your beckoning
And dawn is bleeding though
The artificial light
But there are still places with
Giant birds in primeval flight
And lands so beautiful
They seem to transcend the earth
And though life is a bust
You know what you are worth
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3. |
Killing The Lion
05:11
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Killing the Lion
I got the poison and I got rage
Got a bleeding heart in a cage
I got the power I got a gun
I shot her down in the African sun
I’m killing the lion killing the lion just killing the lion
I got machines and I get paid
I got a women I got a maid
Got a million dollars and a monster truck
And I don’t really give a flying fuck
I’m killing the lion
Bang bang having fun
Bang bang in the African sun
Band bang having fun
Bang bang just like everyone
Killing the lion killing the lion just killing the lion
I got Jesus and America too
I feel the rapture red white and blue
I’ve got this creature on a leash
Gives me the power of the beast
I’m killing the lion
Here comes the hunter the prodigal sun
The everyman the average one
Driving his mule driving his cart
Killing the lion in our hearts
I’m killing the lion
Bang Bang!
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4. |
You Are My Heart
05:36
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You Are My Heart
When the wheels are muddy and the road is dark
And you got no invitation and they’re building an arc
And the corpses are piled up as high as the sky
You don't know how to live and you don't know how to die
You are my heart
Teach me how to know you
Well there ain’t nothing here but the sounds of machines
And when the world appears to be a darkening dream
And I am up in my palace I don't feel a thing
My mouth is stitched up I continue to scream
I hear the word redemption don't know what it means
I'm just a burning man in a burning scene
Maybe there is a spark of love down here in this hell
How would I know how can I tell?
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5. |
Refugee
04:32
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Refugee
Everybody is a refugee
Wandering a scarred earth
Walking blindly down a road
In hunger and thirst
Everybody is a refugee
So far from home
Stuck inside a hinterland
Of body and soul
Oh land of plenty
Strange fruit on your tree
What payment for your skin?
When will you let her in?
Everyone is a refugee
Blindfolded and dreaming
Drifting on a dangerous sea
Terrified of its meaning
Everyone is a refugee
Pushing blindly on
Sucking on the breast of
A threadbare mother
Everyone is a refugee
Cursing the light
Our birthright our holy land
Stolen in the night
Every pope and every king
Every lunatic and slave
Caught in some unseaworthy ship
Under a burning wave
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6. |
Human Love
04:44
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Human Love
Did you see the autumn trees against the pale blue sky?
Like two lover’s ashen limbs like two burning signs
Stripped of every pretense in the trembling air
Did you see the autumn trees fragile beyond repair?
Did you see the man and woman under the sky above?
Leaning into one another to whisper words of love
Forever to be bound they say one heart one mind one breath
And then to look the other way and fall down on the cold hard cement
Oh human love you are so frail
Oh human love so changeable
You are a thief and a liar
Oh human love you are the fire and the water
Did you see the poppy sway in later summer bloom?
The fields of iris and of wheat the brightness of high noon
The opulence the ocean spray the fullness of the foam
Turn to ashes twisted limbs decay and broken bones
Oh Spartan trees in red and gold let the dark season come
Dressed in a thousand shades of grey her monuments of stone
Oh did you see her standing there broken and aloof
Her pale face mysterious air a church without a roof
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Don’t trust the things that shine
My love don’t trust the things that shine
Or the riverboats gypsy eyes
They will break you
They will make you a slave
My love don’t trust the things that shine
My love don’t trust those fashionable friends
In their jealous kitchens
They will try to crucify you
Don’t trust fashionable friends
Strong winds and hard weather
And broken tiles are so much better than
All of the other treasures you will find
Don’t trust the things that shine
My love don’t trust that elegant buffoon
He will leave you on a barren moon
Don’t give yourself to anyone too soon
Don’t trust that elegant buffoon
Be wild be virgin be rare
Always keep your head in the air
Don’t look for someone
And he will come running
Be wild be virgin be rare
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8. |
Show Me
06:58
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Show Me
Show me oh still voice oh fury of stars oh sincere companion
Show me that there still is a choice that the heart can be tender and open
Show me your hidden spark what you hide in the dark with all your monsters
Show me there is no need to explain to categorize or to name yourself when you are naked
Show me who you really are the meaning of your scar and why you are weeping
Show me who made this machine of ends and of means and who killed the god of love
Show me even in this place in this world without world how to behold your beauty
Show me in this arrogant winter something that is tender in flesh and disappointment
Give me the rain give me the snow give me the evidence of a rose
I will not avert my eyes I need to know it's true I am still standing here right in front of you
With eyes open
Show me you men in armchairs you women with airs why in hell are you breathing
Show me you men who are stuffed you women who cuss why is everybody smiling
Show me 10 000 dark dreams don't mean a single thing they are not what you are made of
Show me your fragile wing invisible and shining don't let her be torn
Show me how to make this voice carry to lighten your burden to wake your meaning
Show me even now even here whisper in my ear let me hear your secret
Show me your deep throated bird a dark meadow of words let me breath a little deeper
Show me though there is no repair in the titanic air your terrifying angel
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9. |
Stainless Ship
06:20
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Stainless ship
May the mind that has been darkened turn itself to love and virtue
And may the eyes that have been blinded find cataracts to be flowers
May the ones whose feet have stumbled find meadows full of wild grasses
And may the blindly turning wheels be arrested in true yearning
And may mediocre beliefs never enter never take form
And any though that does divides us be torn to pieces be availed
May we stop creating false suns and sweep away by clouds instead
May intention become one arrow to the heart of meaning
And may we go from light to light
From this bright room until the bright
And may the rain fall from the sky
And soak the earth with thunder and fire
And may you unreasonably happy
And see the clouds are temporary dragons
That nothing is imbued with any seeming
Just the flicker of the flame
May we work till we are exhausted of all our dull instruments
Our so-called reason our so-called logic whose origin is only a mystery
May sublime and beatific meaning arise from the mud of our delusion
May we find that stainless ship beyond the changing circumstances
May we burn and may we tremble till all the karma is exhausted
Till there’s nothing but a heartful gesture of affection and of beauty
May we enter your sublime world beyond the wood beyond the inferno
I hear you beckoning entreating oh shining guest oh true companion
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10. |
Nothing In This World
04:47
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Nothing in this world
Oh youth fleeting
Oh borderland rose
Oh clouds in a changeable sky
Oh man oh woman
Oh flower oh beast
What kind of fool am I?
To think I could do it myself
With fences ideals and chains
Oh deathless one
Where white birds wheel
Over cities on the plane
There is nothing in this world
There is nothing in this world
That can hold you
There is nothing in this world
There is nothing in this world
Let me know you I wanna know you
How can it be that such a one?
Has come to walk the earth
Beloved heart so ragged wild
Untie this knot of birth
What mortal song?
What hands of clay?
What idol what pretense?
Oh let us be unburden here
Beneath your starry fence
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Andrew Sweeny Paris, France
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