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Dreams
02:59
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I don't believe in Angels
you never know how high they'll fly
I don't believe in Demons
you never know where they might hide
I believe I'll see you in my Dreams
I don't believe in Martyrs
you never know who's watching who
you never know who's watching you
I don't believe in Sinners
you never know where you'll find truth
I choose to believe I'll see you in my Dreams
I don't believe in Lovers
you never know who you can trust
I just believe I'll see you in my Dreams
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Earth
02:34
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Follow me down to the lakeside
we'll take time out of the day
Just a stone's throw from the lakeside
the sun shines down on the cracks in the earth...
A bottle of wine by the lakeside
makes my family smile
Stories are told by the lakeside
of old times that cover the cracks in the earth...
that swallowed the rain
Look for the girl by the lakeside
whose eyes shine, burn bright
Open your heart by the lakeside
Fault lines as wide as the cracks in the earth...
that swallowed the rain, that came and washed away...
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Fire
04:33
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I was in the tenement with JaJa in his element
bitchin bout the government, no surprise
'Have you seen the news today,
the world has blown itself away'
Same old news as yesterday, dry your eyes
Searching for the lives we’d left behind
Sifting through the traces of our minds
Realizing time could be unkind
when somebody yelled ‘fire’
Private Martinez First Class
is aiming through an hour-glass,
a portent of the aftermath of all that he could be
or could have been...
Wiping power from his hands
as he grovels in the sand
Searching for the lives he’d left behind
Sifting through the ashes of their minds
Realizing time had been unkind
when somebody yelled ‘fire’
'Mother Mary, full of grace,
bless this god-forsaken place'
Even as he speaks
the words taste bitter on his tongue
In tribute to the fallen few
they genuflect in makeshift pews
The flag flies red white and blue
as they raise their voice in song
For the lives they’d left behind
Sifting through the echoes of their minds
Realizing time can be unkind
when somebody yells fire
Salt Lake City’s Ronnie Lee blows kisses to his family
watching from the gallery as the killer’s hands are tied
A product of society, devoid of all humanity
The executioner counts to three
and the bullets start to fly
But the lives he left behind
Sifting through the tatters of their minds
Realize that time is never kind
when somebody yells ‘fire’
Proto-homosapien knows he’s running late again
but evolution waits for him to kiss the wife goodbye
With the matrimonial bed still warm
and the ice-age drawing in outdoors
he pulls the covers up and snores
the world can wait a while...
Til somebody yells 'fire'
Somebody yell 'fire'
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Water
03:08
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Footprints receding
Into the sea
Sketching a coward’s path
Courting disaster
Caught in the aftermath
Oh, like water through my hands
She flows, no trace left in the wet sand
Oh, like water through my hands
Liquid and formless
Emotionally worn
Held at her beck and call
Sweet intuition
Painfully fictional
Snagged on a memory
A thought or a dream
Laying my soul to rest
Holed up in my fortress
Just me and my thoughtlessness
And oh, like water through my hands
She flows, no trace left in the wet sand
Oh, like water through my hands
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Wind
03:49
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I must be missing something
Some things just fade with time
Shaking the dust from the edges
of my mind
I must be missing something
Filter the lines of truth
Cyclical thoughts colliding
sliding through
A whisper on the wind
ends as it begins
Whisper on the wind
I must be missing something
Words that are gone for good
Scared to admit being scared
to be understood
A whisper on the wind
ends as it begins
Whisper on the wind
Oh and I am falling
Helpless, hopeless
No, don’t stop me falling
Helpless, hopeless
I must be missing something
Something I thought I knew
I must missing something
how about you?
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Sid Jordan Los Angeles, California
After half a lifetime playing bass and harmonizing with Minibar, Pete Yorn, and whoever else would have him, Sid Jordan pokes his be-hatted head out from under his pre-fab bushel, and shines a light on a beautific bunch of pure, unburdened, happy/sad songs. Spiritual, uplifting, demythologizing and challenging, Picture Theory is the rarest of rare treats. ... more
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