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Nothing At All
04:19
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Eat it up, wash it down, it’s a beautiful morning. Getting ready moving out, there’s some things I still need. When that scent in the trees comes to me, I’ll start growing. Like a brother to the birch, a home to the bears. In an aeroplane, I’m travelling light. End up in your arms out of the darkest night. An empty land rolls out below and we’ve got nowhere to go, so we’ll just keep driving while the sun is setting slow. And I’ll try to find a single worry weighing on my mind but there is nothing, nothing at all. Thirty days make it count, not much longer ‘till the last one. Everything that I’ve seen gathers up in just one tear. But on the road in the sky, I’ll see something still worth chasing. Canada, one fine day I’ll make you my home. In an aeroplane, I’m travelling light. End up in your arms out of the darkest night. An empty land rolls out below and I’ve got nowhere to g, so I’ll just keep walking while I greet the things I know. And I’ll try to find a single worry weighing on my mind but there is nothing, nothing at all.
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On The Road
05:10
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On the road from New York to Denver, some shit might go down. Fifty dollars in my pocket, hitching on from town to town. And I feel it all pass under me, as I fly, the asphalt king. No one will ever get to me, no one has what I bring. From Vancouver to Seattle, feel it grow in my head’s womb. Exchange my money at the border, let it rest in yesterday’s tomb. As I feel it settle inside of me, that the way is always clear. No one will ever get to me, no one will ever get near. On a scale from one to ten, describe how well you took it when I exchanged the river for the sky. From the mountains to the sea, is there anyone like me. I don’t think so. When I listen to Bob Dylan, hear his lines about being free, I kinda wish that I could be him but more than that I want to be me. I want to die with all that’s dear to me, after I’ve lived all there is to live. After I’ve had all there is to have. After I’ve given all there is to give. On a scale from one to ten, describe how well you took it when I exchanged the river for the sky. From the mountains to the sea, is there anyone like me. I don’t think so.
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Tattoos
04:54
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I see it all so clearly now. It’s cold, it is a winter day. I smoked one too many cigarettes but I’m young so that is still oke. In the city that’s been working on a way to seal me in its heart. Today, I let it take me in. Today’s the day my new life starts. I’m waiting for a dear friend to come over, girl with the swallow tattoo. She wants to use my house for an art school project and we have some stuff to talk about too. We have some stuff to talk about too. Girl with the swallow tattoo. Last week I bought a christmas tree, the first one since I moved away. From my youth, my home, my family. My new friends helped me decorate. It’s such an empty thing to say but I’ve never felt this way before. Like I am worth the life in me. Got no evil to answer for. I’m on my way over to my best friend, girl with the phoenix tattoo. She caught a cold when we walked around the city for hours so I’m bringing her some love to help her through. I’m bringing her some love to help her through, girl with the phoenix tattoo. I was supposed to leave for Canada and be there for the holidays but everything, it turned around. That plane, it won’t take me away From the beauty that I’ve found here now and the people that I know the best and the woman of my sweetest dreams. The way she holds me when we rest. I spent this morning with a new friend, girl with no tattoos at all. She’s pretty like a bird though and I’m happy in her hands and she will always be there when I call. She will always be there when I call, girl with no tattoos at all. It all went kind of fast but we can take the future on, ‘caus I know that I love her and I’ll love her for a long time to come.
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Tattoos 2
04:16
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On the peak of a mountain you can only look down ‘caus up is just vast empty space. At the height of your sorrow you can only keep on and look for a different way. Remember your view of the atlantic when life was a never ending song. Someday someone will say something. Open the window at dawn. Your friends shuffle in for a hand on your shoulders, something you can't really place. Everyone means well, especially her but you can't go back to those days. Remember coming home for Christmas with a new friend by your side. You told her you'd love her for a long time and God knows that she knows you tried. You go out at night and play folks your songs in half-filled halls and sad busy bars. But you don't really care as long as there's people and you don't have to travel too far. Remember the shivers on your skin when you first took your place on stage. Not long from now you'll prove your worth again and find your own little space. Three simple words are tattooed on your skin, Don't Be Denied. A song by Neil Young that always draws you in and never leaves your mind. If only you could live their meaning and stand like a beacon on the shore. The green light that flashes from the other side, reminds you there’s something more.
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Truth Be Told
02:56
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Well truth be told, I know where to be. I wanna ride upon a golden horse looking south into the fields. Hear the castles call for a travelling song. If I give this beast the spurs now we’ll get there before long. And I’ll sing holy shit, I’ve been around these parts before but there’s something here I’ve overlooked a hundred times or more. Maybe I left a little life knocking at the door of woman who will never know my name. Cast a hard light on this siren that I sing of and you’ll see her pupils dilated by a drug that most call love. She licks her fingers when she’s done with me. She lures you in and then throws you out ‘caus she wants to stay free. And I say holy shit, I’m pretty fucking oke with that. ‘Caus I’ve seen some new things and she was pretty great at giving head. And she will always taste the lingering love that I have bled. On the sheets and on the pillow. Under weeping willow or summer sky, after dazzling truth or big fat lie. In the arms of a woman that will never forget my name. She won’t ever forget my name
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When The Wind Comes
05:42
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6. WHEN THE WIND COMES
I heard the windows rattle this morning, A lion pressed its face up to the glass. And I think that I might heed its warning. I think I might get out of here fast. I’m on my way to some point worth working for. A traveling man who spreads his joy wherever he goes. But I can't remember what I'm still wishing for and I have no idea where I'll blow. When the wind comes like a sigh. Show my arrows where to fly. When the wind comes and we'll pass into one skin at last. But I still raise my glass to love and friends. And also to the things that show their face to me. And If you ever wonder when this crazy sorrow ends, it's mostly at the start of something new. So if you find my note in the evening, the letters form to words, they form your thoughts; there was one thing left to do, that was leaving. And all there will be left is love. When the wind comes like a sigh. Show my arrows where to fly. When the wind comes and we'll pass into one skin at last.
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7. WARRIORS OF A HIGHER LOVE
Oh you pause in the light and though I knew your eyes were colourful, this feeling wraps up words. It's the retirement of song. Just a slow drunken night oh and pain can be so beautiful. You’re a surfer on a sad wave and your balance won't stay long. And on the throne there sits a queen and oh the queen she falls in love with me. Can I can I can I at least ask her to come with me under the redwood trees, until the sun drowns in the sea to shed its light on a different point of view. Ready for another day with you. No more shame on the floor, oh I knew this could be wonderful but I've never actually seen a picture like this in my mind. They're downstairs, lock the door, who knows where this is going now. It might just take a minute or it might fill up the night. And on the throne there sits a queen and oh the queen she falls in love with me. Can I can I can I at least ask her to come with me under the redwood trees, until the sun drowns in the sea to shed its light on a different point of view. Ready for another day with you. I will fight for what I want but is what I want worth fighting for. Time will tell eventually but it's in no hurry to speak. Let us put up a front, we're warriors of higher love. We only come with favorable omens and it's passion that we seek. And on the throne there sits a queen and oh the queen she falls in love with me. Can I can I can I at least ask her to come with me under the redwood trees, until the sun drowns in the sea to shed its light on a different point of view. Ready for another day with you.
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Every Corner, Every Bend
03:07
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Accompanied by springtime came several lonely days but the sun still shone and melted the snowflakes on your face. Behind an empty window my lovesong made its way and said the thing that I have been struggling to say. Will you hear my stories and love me in the night. Forever ever after or ‘till the morning light. Can I make the sun see my ever dire need to make my life burst open like a seedling from a seed. I stepped inside and laid eyes upon the mother of my son and knew that after I’d pass away, she would still shine on. She presented him and pronounced a name that can never be unheard, like God’s voice in the morning, carried by a bird. Will you hear my stories and love me in the night. Forever ever after or ‘till the morning light. Can I make the sun see my ever dire need to make my life burst open like a seedling from a seed. Put him down on the ground, we both know that it’s bound to feel familiar like a train going home. I don’t know if I got all it takes but I have all I feel. Will you hear my stories and love me in the night. Forever ever after or ‘till the morning light. Can I make the sun see my ever dire need to make my life burst open like a seedling from a seed. I am not a wiseman who studies the ways of old. I love to open my eyes and watch this tragedy unfold. I am not a runner, my sight set on the end. I roll along this river, every corner, every bend.
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Warriors Reprise
01:35
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Other Side/Neon Lights
09:39
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Another harsh night under the hospital light. Well, here’s my mind, does it look right to you? Another dark day behind a dirty window and by the way the wind blows I can tell what’s going on. There’s an other side and if you take a right turn, you’ll see neon lights welcoming you in and how they make your heart burn. I’ve been washed by the water, I’ve been thrown from the hills.I have burned with desire. When a woman is free, when a man is lonely, when a dog bites its owner and when the leaves leave the tree. ‘Caus if you don’t know what truth is, well then you don’t deserve the light of the lord and you don’t deserve the devil’s sword. He’s on the other side ‘caus he took a right turn. He saw those neon lights, oh how they welcomed him in and how they made his heart burn. These days, our Sarah found it all. One night she came into my attic room. My walls were painted blue and I thought that my walls were filled with you. ’Caus there was a time when I still reached you with a simple single finger touch upon your forehead in the morning. But then later as the crowd panned out, I could tell that she was on the other side. I saw her taking that right turn. And then she saw those neon lights and how welcomed her in. How it made my heart burn. I suffer at your window, I suffer in the dancing hall, I suffer in your bed but I suffer most of all when you go to the other side. I hope that i can find the right turn. I hope I see those neon lights, I hope they welcome me in. Oh how they make my heart burn for the other side. I suffer, I suffer, I suffer.
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Fold It Out
04:29
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You came in through my door, you said I’ll show you some things you have never seen before. I said alright love. We went fast and we went hard, it was like all the horses were
waiting for a sign to start and now they’re running. But I can’t keep up and neither can you. So sad in the morning love but there’s nothing I can do. Fold it out to something bigger, looking further than tomorrow. And I know that there’s something ‘round the bend, you will always be my friend. I circle around the sun. When you find yourself in a shadow you’ll know that I am the one who has that shadow casted. You are a river through the land, when I’m lost in the desert you’re the one to save me from the sand and take me home again. But I can’t keep hiding and neither can you. We know that we’ll get there love, we know that it’s true. Just fold it out to something bigger, looking further than tomorrow. And I know that there’s something ‘round the bend, you will always be my friend.
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Wolf In Loveland Rotterdam, Netherlands
Folkrock band from Rotterdam, The Netherlands. With heartfelt lyrics, a clear sound, lush vocal harmonies and a live show that has received praise for its straight-forwardness and honesty, Wolf In Loveland has developed a sound that lots of people can enjoy. ... more
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