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The Days of Our Lives
04:29
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The Days of our Lives
The times of our lives
Like the tales of a stranger
The sign of the times
Is a dog in the manger
The makeup we’ll bring
The songs that we’ll sing
The days of our lives
The days of a stranger
The times we recall
Are the lines we remember
The strain of our lives
Is a long, distant thunder
And to take what it brings
Is to tie and to link
To lines that remain
To the dreams and the hunger
The days of are lives
Are the tales of a stranger
The sign of the times
Is a dog in the manger
The makeup we’ll bring
The songs we will sing
The days of our lives
The days of a stranger
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Untitled
02:36
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Untitled
You take a little walk you
As deeper that it goes the farther to the sea
You take a little walk you know
Sometime you’ve got to pick it up before you let it go
A grain is an awful load
A truth in an empty show
A flame has a strength no stronger than a tree
The sky is the limit, sometimes you’ve got to let it be
So it goes
Along the winds are sown
The careful dreams
As stones overturned
Turned away
Place to hide
Knees to pray
Trading on an open code
Betting ‘til the cards are shown
Sailing on a wind that’s hard enough to see
Straining to concile the strings of mortality
So it goes
Along the winds are sown
The careful dreams
As stones overturned
Turned away
Place to hide
Kneels to pray
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Monday 7 September
04:13
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Monday 7 September
She comes home under a daydream
She comes home under wishing well
She comes home under grey cloud
She comes home under a ringing bell
He comes home over a bicycle
He comes home over a carousel
He comes home over a lost cause
He comes home over one last hill
It’s so simple
See what the day brings
It’s so simple
It’s so simple
Time flows like a daydream
Time flows like a sleeping cell
Cells divide like a feeling
Dreams divide like an iron weld
She takes the hand of a stranger
He takes the lead from a country girl
She sets her stall out in the courtyard
He lays his head on the warm ground
Where you are
And I’m always there with you
And I’m always by your side
Like the weather waiting by your door
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Talking to a Man
03:35
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Talking to a Man
I met a man one day out on the street
who said he he'd dreamed he'd been lost in a forest of trees
and then woken up cold on a hard stone floor
with holes in his hands and scars on his knees
and two thousand years of history in his head
but with no explanation for what‘s been done or been said
Just a feeling as empty as an old abandoned building
on a winter shore
And as we stood there on that city street
With the cars rushing by but no one else to meet
and just the company of birds who kept their distance
up on the barbed wire fence
He was pulling in air like a baby being born
but the air here is heavy with the promises drawn
from billboards above and poisoned rivers below
so the words came out like a bells last toll, and he said
There are so many mines and factories
But still so many people on their knees
And so many people without a job
And so many who work too hard
And then there are those who plunder the earth
With hearts as black as the shadow of a funeral hearse
And so many saviors that come too late
And so many that come but just make things worse
And I said, Man if you are going to talk to me
you might as well come back and sit down at my place
He said man if I could I would tell you about all the things
that I've wanted to do in my life but
if only I still knew just what they all were in the first place
He said man if I could I would take you to where I was born
but I'm just so afraid I've been gone for so long
that we'd get there and in the end
I'd just feel out of place
And he said man do you know that there are children being born
who will never understand their place in the world
but who'll still always long for a place to call home
and some sort of heaven to aspire to.
And if there is something to believe in
it's certainly not anything you can see and
if man is the image god
then he’s nothing but the product of his own imagination,
And if you go on from that then it must be true
that nothing that you can ever say or do
will ever mean anything to anyone anymore
when everyone you know here is gone.
I said, what can I say other than
that you might as well come back and sit down at my place.
I said man if you are going to talk to me
then you might as well come back and sit down at my place
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5. |
Somewhere Else
04:14
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Somewhere Else
There are times when I’m afraid
The decisions that I’ve made
Tell me right or wrong
And I weak or strong
Turn left or right
Do I run or fight
Will I sink or swim
This position that I’m in
A lot of people they’re all the same
Want to be hard but they’re tame
Lots to say but no real plans
For fame fortune or true romance
There’s always something else to blame
The world turning, a little wind or rain
Dreams chained to a pole in the ground
They’d rather sit than take the long walk round
And I know the pain
A soul crying when it’s got no aim
The dark nights bearing down
Days spent grinning like a circus clown
Skin wearing thin
Walls closing in
Thinking about what might have been
So maybe you just want to pay the rent
Or steal money like the president
Could be it’s a plane in the clouds
Or a cage fighting career now
But the rules are all the same
You don’t work and you don’t get paid
A little effort it knows no bounds
When the breaks start coming around
For all the barrels life can send
Jumping makes more sense when it’s your life you’re in
And not on some other monkeys train
Where you take his hits just to play his game
So even when I cry for help
Lost and lonely and upon the shelf
The dream I’m living in is where I find myself
And I’d rather be here than be somewhere else
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6. |
Top of the Hill
03:10
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Top of the Hill
In the morning you shout
Here is the way to the top of the hill
And in the evening you doubt
And in the water it sprouts tender fruit
And then comes the drought
Dead vines piercing the walls of your heart
And all our problems are the same
We only wish that they were different
So we’d have someone to blame
And all the books upon our shelves
Are nothing but the way we like to see ourselves
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7. |
Rope_ankle
03:09
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rope_ankle
How many times will it take
Before I can lose myself again
And how many walls must I break
'Til I can feel myself again
Will the winds of change ever come
The open road ever run
Where the only notes that I’m singing
Will be the tone of a phone call ringing
There’s a prodigal son
At the bottom of a well
He’s reaching up for heaven
But his feet are balancing on hell
Tie the rope to my ankle, baby
Because I’m going down
And if I don’t make it back
Drop the rope and come on down
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8. |
Coming In
03:30
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Coming In
It’s the wonder I felt
Not the same as before
When I relied on the news
And the things that you told me
All the sounds, old and new
It’s the place in the night where I’d go
And the same way you said
How to use all the magic in the air
I dunno, it’s the way
That you told me to believe
In the things
The things that you know I can’t believe in
So I'll be coming in
on the sidewalk
on the 12th page
but in first place
It's not a time stamp
in the parlance
of the finance
or the last calls
I'm a hope train
with a hunger and
don't need a CV
or a television set
I'm a hard rain
from the dashboard
with a six string
and a seventh chord
on the eight day
on the nine ball
on the 42nd number
on the 13th floor
Are you picking up?
Are you receiving?
On the internet
On the ham set
I know my way
to the frequency
and I can handle
any latency
I'm not a hothead
with his shoestrings
in a prison cell
of existence
it's not a first date
steady heart rate
or spinning plate
or a cellphone battery
discharge
mischarge
low charge
no charge
In your car
turn hard
and then you
see me
in the mirror on your windscreen
I’m not a smoke screen
Just a steady stream
Just a human being
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9. |
Dreaming
04:08
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10. |
Scheming
05:02
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Scheming
It’s the same every time
I just want some of everything
And I’ve got nothing left to show
But a bit of self control
It’s same every time
I can think of everything
But I’ve got no place left to go
But sink into the show
All the time
It’s just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
Oh the time
It’s just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
It’s the same every night
I just drink up everything
And I’ve got nothing left to show
But a risk to call my own
It’s same every time
I can think of everything
And I’ve got no place left to go
But sink into the show
All the time
It’s just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
Oh
It’s just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
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Gil Hockman Berlin, Germany
Gil Hockman is a DIY folk/indie musician.
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