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My Cup Is Full
02:40
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And my road has to your doorstep, and here I will linger for the end. And my coat has frayed in your garden, I’ll lay me down weeping till the end. Come in now, oh my child, oh comeon now! You’re tired of waiting for the end! Don’t worry my child, oh comeon now! But my cup is full in your garden, and my hands are quivering for the end. And my time is near, and my eyes bright do wander beseeching towards the end. Come on now, hurry my child, oh comeon now! We’ve always been reaching for the end! Go out now, oh my child, oh comeon now! But my bones are frail in your garden, and my step is shaky towards the end. And my cup is full, and my eyes bright are rising returning towards the end. Lie down now, oh my love, oh comeon now! And have a drink with me before the end! Come closer, oh my child, oh comeon now! But my cup is full!
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Light of the Moon
05:52
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Lie, believe me on the cross of the mind! I have seen my own true love alone behind. Lie, relieve me of the cross upon my mind! I have seen my own true love return behind. When a calling of the mind sends a taste of your divine- light, release me from the night into the day, light that told me of the lightening of the way. Must’ve been a load descending to the earth from the sky! Lie, deceive me on the ground right where I lie. When a curling of the vine makes a case for yours and mine, and a calling of the mind finds a face for my design…oh, and I got my fatherly ways…Lie that reached me, and we lay intertwined, my light, teach me of the meaning of the line. Must’ve been a lie that told me of the dawning of the truth, lie that led me through the curling of my youth. When a curse upon the vine sends a trace of yours and mine, lie that took me by the scruff upon the chin- lie that taught me what a sorry state I’m in- my light, bring me to the cross upon my mind. I have seen my own true love return behind. When a tumbling of the mind sends a taste of your divine, and a truth upon the vine gives a glimpse of your design…Oh, and I got my fatherly ways….In the night, by the light of the moon…
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In The Fire
03:30
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In the fire, in the fire, and I’m rolling in the fire. Had no eyes but for your fire, in the fire, in the fire, in the fire. In the fire, in the fire, and I grow there in the fire. Got no home but for your fire, in the fire, in the fire, in the fire. Aye aye aye…In the fire, in the fire, there’s a calling in the fire! Got no alms but for your fire! In your fire, in your fire, in your fire. In the fire, in the fire, but it glows there in your fire! Had no eyes but for your fire! In the fire, in the fire, in the fire. Aye aye aye…
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Oh My God
04:58
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Not by fire, not by light, not by sound, not by sound, not in vision, nor in language, not by thought, not by thought, oh my god, oh my god. Not by moving, nor by stopping, not in time, not in time, not in speaking, nor in listening, not by mind, not by mind, not the wanting nor the grabbing, not by cause, not by cause, not in seeking, nor in fleeing, not by laws, not by laws, not in dreaming, nor in whispering, not by mind, not by mind, never speaking, always listening, yours and mine, yours and mine, oh my god, oh my god. Not by fire, not by light, not by sound, not by sound, not in vision, nor in language, not by thought, not by thought, oh my god, oh my god.
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Table
01:46
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And there was night, and there was day. And they did not trust in the lord whose is the hand that spins the wheel, whose is the blood shining in the steel. Lost in the wilderness, my sweet little child. Two lights will guide you when you’re lost in the wild. Where is the place I call my home? Whose is the skin stretched upon the bone? Where is the lamp, and where the shade upon the table we could’ve made? Don’t ask such questions now, my sweet little child. Two hands will guide you when you’re lost in the wild. This is the bed on which we laid, this is the day that the lord has made.
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Coming and Going
03:28
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Listen, listen, living ghost oh your crosswinds are blowing, your good crops are growing. And whisper in my living ear of your comings and goings, your seedings and sowings. And lay a blanket on my bed when I’m afraid of dying, and comfort my poor eyes to see- Come in pinions of light! Little tweedlings of sight! Down in tendrils of night! Little spindlings of light! Listen, listen, living tongues of a new world have spoken with symbols half-broken. And whisper in my living ear, all your old crops are burning, your good earth is turning. And lay a blanket on my grave, that a shiver of dying may open my warm eyes to see- Come in pinions of light! Little spindlings of sight! Down in tweedlings of light! Listen, listen, living signs of your coming and going…
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