1. |
the Shakes
02:54
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I'm walking and I'm worried, what comes after the parade?
More loss, more ache, is it more than some can take?
I got the shakes,
he got the shakes,
it's twitchytwitchytwitchy heart-break.
She got the the shakes,
we get the shakes,
walking toward tomorrow today.
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2. |
With Love, Always
03:08
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Felt my head compress and I came apart,
I had no words to say.
Both my knees were feeling weak underneath-
the weight that you had left.
Get up, move on, gone from now on.
You would not be contained.
Come up, ride on, we can only move one way.
I'll age- you'll stay the same.
Shorter breaths, there's a struggle in our chests.
Does breathing make one brave?
You were more brave at your least than me at my best,
save the dreams you left for Death.
Get up, move on, gone from now on.
You would not be contained.
Come up, ride on, we can only move on.
I'll age- you'll stay the same.
Get up, move on, gone from now on.
You would not be contained.
Come up, ride on, we can only move one way.
I'll age- you'll stay the same.
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3. |
Mt. Heavenly
04:34
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The gondolas glide up,
a fixed course high above the trees.
It's thin air up there at the top,
a slight swing in a brief breeze.
And I know we don't get to know why,
there is weight inside a long hard day.
And no one had the measure of your mind,
so I know we didn't get to have a say.
But I believe in an equal exchange.
Maybe you'll ascend to find divine rest.
Or glide beyond the bend of the frame,
it's thin air up there- the gondolas gliding to the crest.
You'll rest easy,
awhile.
You'll rest easy,
and I'll believe.
If I woulda known to
I woulda called you
I coulda told you
how much we miss the lake.
If I woulda known to
I coulda shown you
now I don't get to,
but I can still see your face.
You'll rest easy,
and I'll believe.
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4. |
No Expectation Set
02:40
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Son don't give up,
time's short lest we forget.
Pull your pants up,
hands up and tuck your chin.
Not dead.
Not yet.
Son don't let up,
don't indulge in rest.
Don't kick your feet up,
time is not your friend.
Love and live up,
no expectation set.
Like stone or sand,
we're sculpted by the wind.
Not dead.
Not yet.
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