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Miss Fortune
03:01
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What can I do to make this change come over you too?
What is left to say to make you see the way I see you?
The way I see you
And I would hide the part of me that made you turn away
And crawl in through your skin so you could feel the way I feel you
The way I feel you
This is not another for Miss Fortune, no no
I am ready for the weight of all the world
And I have everything to prove
I have nothing left to lose
Press your lips against the skin of life
Exploring every answer with your tongue
Exposing all our mysteries so they at last may come undone
For Miss Fortune will cry
When we don’t see eye to eye
This is not another for Miss Fortune, no no
I am ready for the weight of all the world
I have everything to prove
I have nothing left to lose
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2. |
Feeliac
02:29
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3. |
Missing Teeth
04:15
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She was really out of sight
In a dimly lit hotel lobby
It was an unusual night
Those bastards were killing for a hobby
She was lighter than the air
I lifted her upon my shoulder
But her balance wasn’t there
‘Cus there were things I never told her
We were inspecting injuries
I carried her all around
A bending of the knees
And we lifted off the ground
I had a hole in my head
And she was missing teeth
We left that ugly scene behind
I spent a moment in her gravity
You know that she could barely stand
So she leaned against my body
We cleaned our bloody hands
She laid her innocence upon me
She said she wanted me to stay
So we made a little bed
Out of promises and clay
And slept on what we never said
She was the only dream I’ve ever had
We were hiding from those killers under heavy sleeping bags
She was protected, you know I really tried
What a shame that in the end everybody died
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4. |
The Messenger
03:48
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I had a dream
Where everyone I’ll ever meet
Crowded the streets,
Slow motion dancing.
But I couldn’t see
Behind their dark masks
And out of the water
A horse lunged and
Stood by my side
As we knelt in prayer
The devil she touched me
And whispered beware
But I felt only relief
And pulled out of the air,
A white woolen scarf
And I wrapped myself in it
Thinking maybe this will be my surrender
But we’re all just drops of rain in the river.
Wrap me up in cellophane stitches
And I will ride back,
I will be the messenger
I will be the messenger
Oh, and as the fog starts lifting
We follow the path
I will be the messenger
I will be the messenger
I will…
And then in the dream
I was halted by three horsemen
Serving the queen
I stopped to salute them
Their faces unseen
Dark banners of prophecy
Strong arms a-holding me
Aye, but I am bound to break free.
Up on the hill
We came to her majesty
Bent to one knee,
I pleaded, for the sake of God
Let me ride free
I am no wiseman
I hold not a key
I am no great victim or martyr
But we’re all just glowing embers in the fire.
Wrap me up in cellophane stiches
And I will ride back,
I will be the messenger
I will be the messenger
Oh, and as the fog starts lifting
We’ll follow the path
I will be the messenger
I will be the messenger
I will…
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5. |
High Tide
03:45
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High tide, mirroring the mountains
On the other side of the water on the beach
Where I hide in buildings made of sand
And pray for rain
This thread leading from us to the ocean
Giving to us a sense of devotion
The only ones following the lines that brought us here
Are locking their doors that open to the sea
We all come home
We walk that long thread lines
We all return to the sea
Where immortals we will be
Our legs are aching from the pounding
On the concrete, trav’ling up our shoes
And into our bloodstream
The rhythm of a million marching
Is now all we hear
It’s a song we carry in our bones
High tide covers every mass deception
Our hearts are breaking down with no exception
This hopelessness gripping children and their families
Who lead them marching to the sea
We all come home
We walk that long thread lines
We all return to the sea
Where immortals we will be
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6. |
Longest Night
03:44
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We shared the night, the longest of our days
And the burning moonlight was swept away all the same
We were thinking of where we would be in a year
That’s what drove us here in the night this time last year
And all of our souls transcend us
They send us to heaven
Or whatever we believe in
And all of our bodies deny this
They make mirrors of our eyelids
And all we see are memories
Of the longest night
We were falling in love like movie stars
And the back home wars seemed very far away
We were not quite keeping our toes to the ground
And we made no sound, and listened to the rain
And all of our souls transcend us
Oh they send us to heaven
Or whatever we believe in
And all of our bodies deny this
They make mirrors of our eyelids
And all we see are memories
Of the longest night
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Andrew Vait Seattle, Washington
Andrew Vait lives in Seattle, WA and writes far-reaching folk-pop songs.
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