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Swaying Branch
04:28
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In the spring after a lousy winter
I climbed a tree still feeling kinda bitter
And I said to myself, no one will pull me from this swaying branch
When my brother came outside
He said what are you doing, what are you trying to hide?
I said, nothing, but you won’t pull me from this swaying branch
He called to our parents to come and see
How their stubborn son had climbed a wavering tree
And they tried, but they could not pull me from my swaying branch
Over the years others have come on by
And tried to cheer me up, stop me from sulking in the sky
It’s no use, no one can pull me from my swaying branch
There was even a girl who promised me her love
She cried down below, while I hid my tears above
Cause I can’t, I’d never let her pull me from my swaying branch
Sometimes I find myself in the strangest dream
I’m down on the ground, I’m wading in a stream
With someone who must have pulled me from my swaying branch
I turn to this person and I ask them how
And if they really are the one who brought me safe to ground
They say, no, no one could pull you from your swaying branch
It’s always the same and I always wake in tears
There’s something I can’t explain after all these years
When I hear myself in my own voice crying pull me from my swaying branch
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2. |
Bear on a Bike
04:06
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Back then
My beard was all bees
And I was only vain
To think
Anyone would see
Just like
A bear on a bike
I though that there would be
A light
To follow me around
Someone somewhere tried to warn me
I thought it was a lie
Someone somewhere tried to warn me
I thought it was lie
The storm
It came and it went
And in the window of a bus
I saw
What I had become
Just like
The man with the whip
I gun-powdered the tip
And yelled
With a rose in my mouth
Someone somewhere tried to warn me
I thought it was a lie
Someone somewhere tried to warn me
I thought it was a lie
Someone somewhere tried to warn me
I thought it was a lie
Someone somewhere tried to warn me
I thought it was a lie
And now that no words are spoken
I try to pretend nothing is broken
And now that the sun is setting
I try to remember what I should be forgetting
Cause I was like
A bear on a bike
I thought that there would be
A light
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Lightning
04:22
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Son of a gun, cadillacs won’t split the moon
Won’t gold leaf love, or hold me back
You are the one for me now
I see your eyes, I hear your heart, and fall apart
The way that lightning falls is a rising kind of thing
From the ground up to the sky through any living thing
And the rain that hits the rocks is the rain that hits the skin
We all wanna drink but our lovers wanna swim
All of the hearts that we break
Were born to burst and pour their love
Down to the lake
Soon as the sharp fades away
We paddle out, we cast our nets, and never look back
The way that lightning falls is a rising kind of thing
From the ground up to the sky through any living thing
And the rain that hits the rocks is the rain that hits the skin
We all wanna drink but our lovers wanna swim
What does it matter
We’ll dress in tatters
Till storm clouds scatter
What does it matter
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4. |
Jets Taper Off
03:41
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There’s dust on the ground and dust in my head
The sun’s coming down bouncing off what you said
If you already know what I’m going through
Please write me a letter, I need this from you
The moon’s almost full, I’ve watched it all day
Would you believe that it’s why I’m acting this way
If you already know what I’m going through
Please write me a letter, I need this from you
The jets taper off and I only see blue
It’s the way that I feel when I think about you
If you already know what I’m going through
Please write me a letter, I need this from you
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Bird in Mid-flight
05:13
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While I was gone someone filled up the pond
With a hundred little fish, swimming round and round
And now the birds they come, flying tight against the sun
The whole place came alive, while I was gone
If I ever figure out this crazy weather
I will find a way to keep my heart light as a feather
Riding on the train to the place that has the name
Not of a Norse god even though you said it that way
I looked at everyone sleeping and reading books
I almost felt ashamed like I had something they’d never know
If I ever figure out this crazy weather
I will find a way to keep my heart light as a feather
You know I’ve got my doubts when it comes to things like love
But in the early morning when you turn to lift the blinds
I feel all my doubts evaporate for a time
I see you in the light like a bird in mid-flight
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