1. |
The Knight in Mourning
05:58
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Blackfish and the silver spray
High life as we sail away
Sharp wind on the mountain wall
Downbeat of the seagulls call
Wave length and the strangers smile
Ice cold for a pleasant mile
Whip cream and a valentine
Prizes and the crystals shine
The Potentate of Time
(lyrics: Rev. Mathew Bridges 1851)
Downward bends the burning eye
At mysteries so bright
Fair flowers paradise
Find The Potentate of Time
From pole to pole
That wars may cease
The power of a scepter sways
All music but left on its own may find
The Potentate of Time
All music . . .
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2. |
I Like
02:33
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I like darkness
I like the rain and wind
I want the winter to come and never end
I like inside
I like the warm and dry
I like to look out into the storms eye
I like outside
I like the wind in clouds
I like to move under their silent shroud
I like riding
I like the time it takes
To move from winter into the light of day
I want the winter to come and never end
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3. |
Jack The Spooooon
02:05
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Jack was a spoon
And he lived on a table
Next to his little girlfriend,
Just his little ladle
And when a bowl of soup came
He didn't know what kind
So he jumped right in
And he found it was tomato
He jumped right in
And he found it was tomato
Jack bought a boat
And he christened it Tornado
He hauled it to the river
In his brand new Laredo
He met a friend for fun
And she fell right off the dock
He asked her her name
And she said it was Potato
She acted very strange
And she married a tomato
Jack turned a pancake round and round
He played Scotch checkers with the friends he found
Jack had a problem, it wouldn’t go away
He asked his Uncle Rabbit
If he couldn’t come to stay
They bought a fuzzy wuzzy
And he found he couldn’t pay
So he lived at the bank until his dying day
He lived at the bank up until his dying day
Hey hey
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4. |
Field of Glass
06:29
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Well I'm walking away
From a field of glass
And I jump to the floor
Cause I'm in it for the cash
Try to ride on the back of a political wave
It's a dollar a spin to an early grave
It's a powerful semblance
Of planets and pain
And it slices and it dices
Like never again
I don't care about fame
I don't care about monsters
Just a rabbit's foot away
From a den of confusion
Well I'm walking away
From a field of glass
And I jump to the floor
Cause I'm in it for the cash
Try to ride on the back of a tidal wave
It's a dollar a spin to an early grave
It's a powerful semblance
Of planets and pain
And it slices and it dices
Like never again
I don't care about fame
I don't care about monsters
Just a rabbit's foot away
From a den of confusion
Well I'm walking away
From a field of glass
Try to ride on the back of a nuclear wave
It's a dollar a spin to an early grave
It's a powerful semblance
Of planets and pain
And it slices and it dices
Like never again
I don't care about fame
I don't care about monsters
Just a rabbit's foot away
From a den of confusion
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5. |
Bulldogs and Rebels
02:55
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Bulldogs and Rebels
You got your buzz book in your hand
You find the number with a special plan
Friday night you make a call
Ask her out to the basketball
She hesitates and then says yes
The night begins and the night is fresh
You walk to the club you're out of the cage
Imperial Century has taken the stage
The room is dark the room is wide
It's Friday night so let's get fried
The band is playing something slow
Ask her to dance she doesn't say no
She hesitates and then says yes
The night is here and the night is fresh
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6. |
A Happy Story
13:25
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And now, story time:
Little Tyrus loves gathering flat round stones from the banks of Roaring River and using them to line the borders of his prize-winning dandelion garden, which grows larger and more yellowy every summer.
As he makes his way 'round to Grand Prairie Clearing for a tasty mug of hot Strawberry Cider he thinks to himself how yellow really is the happiest color…
This morning as the sun shines through the apple trees in his front yard the birds who are usually singing sonatas, cantatas . . . and jazz, are somewhat retiring in their melodies. Something is changed thought Tyrus but he can't quite put his paw on it because, well …
This is a happy story.
It’s 10 o'clock and Tyrus’ friend Mumble arrives, smiling as usual, wearing his patchwork coat of blue and talking amiably about the previous evening’s painting party. A convivial and knowledgeable host Mumble knows lots paintings personally from all over and enjoys bringing each of them together for their richly animated friendly conversation.
Mumble’s arrival now means breakfast is here and Tyrus dances with animal excitement as Mumble sets his overflowing basket on the bright yellow tablecloth. At once there are eggs, butter and toast, puddings and bread, and curiously, lots of little delicacies unrecognizable to Tyrus. He wonders what they are and if he will actually like them.
But that doesn’t matter because this, is a happy story.
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emir c'jeste bü
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Why don't you say hello
Why aren't you here
When I pick up my phone
The answer's clear
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7. |
Devotional
02:50
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Patrick Burke Portland, Oregon
"When I first listened to this CD, I felt like I was experiencing some kind of magic — the music and lyrics reach the
listener with ease and echo in your head afterward, leaving you wondering about the inspiration."
Jennifer Priest Mitchell, The Times
... more
Patrick Burke recommends:
Sometimes When
by The Golden Rail
Good solid songwriting, catchy melodies an INTERESTING lyrics. The songs give you something to remember, something to think about.
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