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A Summer Without Longing
03:42
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Here's an aging photograph
Developed in the dark room of my brain
Each time I handle it
I leave fingertips and ego stains
All time is now,
Everything we learn
Sheds light on everything we know
Our trials and struggling
Make sense as we all grow old
All time is now
I remember a time when life was easy
Our lives were our own
Iced coffee, grass and guacamole
These are polaroids of a life we once lived
Each day these memories fade
Can you imagine a time when life was golden?
No fear, no guilt to cloud your brain
Can you imagine a summer without longing?
Just cobblestones, canoes and the absence of pain
Well it's just that simple,
It's just that easy,
It's just that possible to have!
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Buried Treasure
03:33
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Down through the years, down through the line
There are gifts and curses passed,
That cannot be denied
And those that try to flee, to run and hide
From what's bred in the bone, what's locked up inside
May find it hard to make sense of their lives
What we repress, what we reject
Can boil up from the depths at any time
Up through this age in this breath of time
There are myths and stories sent,
There is credit there is debt
There is a current we can scarcely comprehend
From your head down to your shoes
From the crown down to the root
And it makes no sense to keep down deep inside
What we accept, what we expect
What's churning in our chests
And all that buried treasure flows
Through your veins and through your soul
All those hidden cursed wait,
Just waiting for a rainy day
All through the days that we have shared
There is a hint a glimpse of magic
A passing gleam here and there
But something down deep in bones and blood
Makes me believe it's just the tip
Like drops before the flood
And all that buried treasure flows
Through your veins and through your soul
All those hidden curses wait
Just waiting for a rainy day
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This lyric is by William Wordsworth
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; 10
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there. 20
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
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Hold On
04:05
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Wind, wind on the waves
Shadows sweep the lake
And the next strong breeze could carry away
Breath on the breeze
Carried 'tween the trees
That scent is my lone guide
Hold on, I'm coming
Hold on, I'm coming
Patient, patient you wait
Faithful as a saint
We measure time as space 'tween tragedies
From afar,
Towards where you are
We measure distance by degrees
Hold on, I'm coming
Hold on, I'm coming
Hold on, I'm coming
Hold on, I'm coming
And as the vultures circle
As the dog spins chasing his tail
As you and I get older
And time collapses in on ourselves
Hold on, I'm coming
Hold on, I'm coming
Hold on, I'm coming
Hold on, I'm coming
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Feather
05:25
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Oh, the stories they could tell
If you find a way to loosen their tongue
If you find the key
Oh, the times they had
So long ago you may never know
Lost at sea
All their indulgences
All the happenstance
That led to you
Oh, the lives they chose
But life chose them to begin again
There and then
And all the circumstance
All their best laid plans
That led to you
May all their expectations not weigh heavy on you
The burden of the dreams be as a feather on you
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