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Take Me by the Hand
04:23
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My father, he took me by the hand, didn't say a thing,
but then he showed me the running land that lay before me.
He said: "Stay clear of those tortured souls. Don't look
them in the eyes, or else the surprise that you seek will
be their lives. Soon enough you'll know it, soon enough."
And I stayed silently understanding, and I strayed silently understanding.
And I swayed silently understanding, and I cried silently understanding.
And my mother, so many times as I grew, she took me by
the hand, showed me the downtrodden, the dying, and the
damned, and that's how I instantly knew where I stand.
She said, "Treat them well; they love the game of show
and tell. No, don't miss a sufferer. Look them in the eyes
and kiss their cries. Soon enough you'll know it, soon enough."
And so I stayed silently understanding, and I strayed silently understanding.
And I swayed silently understanding, and I cried silently understanding.
But neither my mother or father knew that I had done this
long before I even knew how to tie a shoe. Yes, we can kiss
the night and kiss the blue before we even learn how to tie a shoe.
And so we stay silently standing, and we stray silently understanding.
And we sway silently standing, and we cry silently understanding.
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Use your imagination to dream up the questions.
Use your one true mind to see the connections.
Find ways to feel your soul for its true emancipation.
And listen without prejudice to your heart's inspiration.
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A New Direction Known
02:01
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If not now... when? Can we do this... again?
If I walk into your light, hold you slow like back then,
would we be so very lost in a choked up dream?
would the night break, into an early morning scream?
A new direction known, far away from home.
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4. |
Speak in Tongues
04:30
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And it gets me wondering. Questions well thought out will take flight forever. Well founded answers bring success and treasure. We all are travelers in this great tragedy. How do I love thee ?
Do you agree with reading palms and tea leaves, or do you praise science's lack of helpful deeper meanings ? I curse the damage that can't be undone. When all other words fail us, speak in tongues.
Who am I to you ? Why do you live ?
How do you love ? What do you mean ?
When can you start ?
So I learn about the worlds untold and everything surrounding. This, that, the other... everything's astounding. In the good grace of what I may strive toward, surely someday I'll deserve my life more. Maybe I'll find something great over time... build a strong abiding faith in human kind.
Who am I to you ? Why do you live ?
How do you love ? What do you mean ?
When can you start ?
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5. |
Sliding at my Side
04:20
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Fog, shadow, and rain…
Guess it’s all just the way
that it all works out, today…
I’m planted firmly in the haze.
The same as ever and more.
My mind and heart give worth
to a man of the earth at his core.
So certain I’ve known him before.
Then as the fog slowly drifts…
away, such a mysterious
stranger. Does anything
reside on the inside ?
Will he be sliding, with me ?
Sliding at my side, with me ?
It happens so rarely
to be treated so fairly.
So when he came into sight.
I knew I couldn’t pass up the fight
to change, such a mysterious
stranger. Does anything
reside on the inside ?
Will he be sliding, with me.
Sliding at my side, with me.
So, to be tried and true, I’ll be
doing my best to make sense of the mess
that we’ve added to, our souls beaten black and blue.
For as long as he’s at my side.
For as long as he’s at my side.
For as long as he’s at my side.
Sliding at my side, with me.
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Glory be to the crisp autumn air, snapping crackles, and biting breeze.
Oh the autumn evening scene, on Halloween.
Glory be to the crisp autumn air, snapping crackles, and biting breeze.
Oh the autumn evening scene, on Halloween.
wailing windy songs of banshees
wailing windy songs of banshees
wailing windy songs of banshees
Why not trust a deeper, more romantic voodoo for our souls to connect to ? We could cherish time with phantom family and friends, tear-sparking conversations of no beginnings or ends, and sharing solemn blessings that begin from within.
we kindle precious joy and drink cider, at the bonfire's kindling of cedar.
we kindle precious joy and drink cider, at the bonfire's kindling of cedar.
we kindle precious joy and drink cider, at the bonfire's kindling of cedar.
we kindle precious joy and drink cider, at the bonfire's kindling of cedar.
There's a time-tattered, torn Victorian home, marketed for cheap thrills, its history lost... the cost of doing business. But the truth in this beautiful place ? It's the truth of our soul's whole. Phantom family and friends long passed, visiting with us at long last... and we are regretful for being forgetful. Gathered touch, disappeared over long years, finally here and clear.
Glory be to the crisp autumn air, snapping crackles, and biting breeze.
Oh the autumn evening scene, on Halloween.
Glory be to the crisp autumn air, snapping crackles, and biting breeze.
Oh the autumn evening scene, on Halloween.
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7. |
Epilogue
03:39
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8. |
Walk Between Worlds
03:26
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It happens soon enough, nobody's fault... to some poor folk we know from our life's portfolio. A promise or two a year, we fall behind into the unclear. Unwavering in an unrelenting tide, we have only lived and died on the inside.
Whatever I'm praying to these days, please help me along a trail of empathy. It helps distract me for today, when it gets too hectic and insane to connect it.
I walk between a series of worlds... No judgment passed along the way... Because when I'm lost, in all of my dreaming... And pondering on meaning... There's only one simple truth to choose... And far too little time, to lose.
Whatever I'm praying to these days, please help me along a trail of empathy. It helps distract me for today, when it gets too hectic and insane to connect it.
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For a long time, I falsely knew I was the only one. But there are others out there, with grieving halos. We love to be loved. We love to be loved. Strangely beautiful, oddly caring. One by one, you will find your hallowed angel. You will love like laughter and weeping all at once. Know all of this, and carry on.
Of course I love you, and I tell you most sincerely that I understand. Now hold me slow, kiss me hard, and love me like only you can. Show me the constellations. Brighter than Orion's belt above us, we stand hand in hand. Just love me strong, and with your whole heart for a time is all my Soul demands.
Home lies within the silences
of a place which we held sacred.
We love to be loved.
We love to be loved.
Know all of this, and carry on.
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10. |
Meeting of the Minds
03:31
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Whatever it may be worth, to you,
my one night stands were few and far between.
Don’t mean to play my dismay in some, cheap cliché.
But when the walls fell, as I was facing Hell,
I had the chance; I had the choice.
I took the chance; I made the choice,
Far beyond spellbound by your voice.
Is any of this coming through?
Thought you had me, didn’t you?
Well, maybe you still do.
I could have stayed, struggling and insane.
I could have kept believing / living their lie.
But when I saw you, shining through,
I had the chance; I had the choice
I took the chance; I made the choice,
Far beyond spellbound by your voice.
Don’t understand, exactly why or how.
But you’re all that matters now.
Is any of this, coming through?
Thought you had me, didn’t you?
Well, maybe you still do.
Well, you know you do.
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11. |
Let it Untie
03:18
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Turn around, I hear the sound, of people bound, destined to drown.
Thoughts arrive, as we drive, daily we strive, though barely alive.
The pointless parade, like radio play, the attention we pay, only numbs the brain.
Just let it untie, so certain am I, ours not to reason why, but to do and die.
For now we wander, as we solemnly ponder, the future yonder, will we grow fonder
of humanity, for now we see, what will always be, that action is key.
So why allow, yourself to bow, to an unfulfilled vow: the why and the how ?
Just let it untie, so certain am I, ours not to reason why, but to do and die.
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12. |
Rebel Yellow
04:25
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Beginning, and ending. Broken, then mending.
Not much more that one could choose.
For the longest time, I didn't lose the weight
of my well-intentioned blues.
Getting used to being numb, and living in a vow of silence.
Playing dumb to all the emotional violence.
Falling prey, to not healing,
advertising my lack of feeling as a virtue.
Forgiveness was something I just couldn't do.
And there's nothing more to tell.
This is my rebel yellow, hello.
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Please... tell me,
that I'm clean, hiv free.
I'll believe you. Lie to me.
Don't let me see. Lie to me.
I’ll be ok. I'll live through today.
I've got to be more than a man
with this thing inside...
Coursing through my veins
it tests my knack for playing sane
and shows me I'm no more immortal than the rest.
Things will work out for the best.
Run back through empty ways; slip slide up down through the haze.
and kiss me close tenderly, turn down the catastrophe.
Quick burn slash at me, cut tear
through this shroud of death I wear.
Help to show me, there's nothing more to see,
but everything more for me to be.
Please... tell me,
that I'm clean, hiv free
but maybe, either way I can see
that for me, there's everything more to be.
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Your first time in a cathedral, but it would be a little while.
And somehow or another, I'm certain you can't understand.
Because of my soul-time in a cathedral, I'll be in one for awhile.
Conferring with St. Peter, the rock the Church was built on,
and Mary Magdalene, to talk about a beautiful man.
I'm not certain this will work for us.
You've never been one to see this,
or to want to see this.
No... it isn't for you to understand.
No... it isn't for you... to understand.
You haven't lived with my prayers, for the home of a cathedral,
for a state of grace in the sudden death of heaven.
And though I fear it's not in my future,
I'd like some way to go stronger.
I need a way to go stronger again.
It's a true love problem, when all is said and done.
It's a little bit more about you and me.
I'm not certain this will work for us.
You've never been one to see this,
or to want to see this.
No... it isn't for you, to understand.
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Hobbes Deutsch, Jr. Tampa, Florida
My solo debut is here, and so is all of my work with Kuderski: me on lyrics, music, & vocals; Kuderski on music & production; and us both adding electronic beats & landscapes.
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