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1. |
Seven
03:21
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I throw my fortune to the water
and watch ripples hit the shore
Each coin is a year that I squandered,
Seven years I have wandered
All I hope is to catch these waves
and beg them fix my mirror
Its cracks are pains I once ignored
Each scratch a time I wandered,
Seven years I’ve squandered
But all my wishing’s not enough
to make them change my past
Even if I could buy my luck
I know it would not last
So bury these pieces deep in the muck,
send memories down the stream
This worthless mirror which cursed me from birth
has always been my shattered dream,
One day I’ll change my luck
Another year still by the water
Out of money, I throw stones
Each moment I wish they’ll go farther
is just time growing darker,
Eight years I’ve squandered
But all my trying’s not enough
if I won’t look beyond
For if I try to buy my luck
I’d never leave this pond
So bury these pieces deep in the muck,
send memories down the stream
This worthless mirror which cursed me from birth
has always been my shattered dream
I’ll never catch those waves
They won’t listen when I pray
So maybe I’ll change my ways
So bury these pieces deep in the muck,
send memories down the stream
This worthless mirror which cursed me from birth
has always been my shattered dream,
One day I’ll change my luck
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2. |
Arsonist Games
03:21
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You ignited brightly into my hearth
with your roaring kerosene torch
The warmth of your flames drew me closer to you
as the pyre of our cinders grew
Then I smelled the wood you charred
and the blackened lives you scorched
And I wondered if I’d be a tree in your way,
the next one that you would raze
I know it’s your nature to follow your whims
But when you burn the forest, don’t it sear your skin?
You say it’s just the way we have
to blaze our own trail
Then you stoke the coals in my fireplace
and claim: “together we can’t fail!”
I know it’s my nature to follow those who tell me I’ll win
But now I see I made a mistake when I let your inferno in
So find a tree that likes the smell of your smoke
‘cause your path of ashes is making me choke
Take your torch away – I don’t want your flames
And don’t tell me I’m the one that’s broke
‘cause you can’t quit your arsonist games
I know it’s my nature to follow those who tell me I’ll win
But now I see I made a mistake when I let your inferno in
So find a tree that likes the smell of your smoke
‘cause your path of ashes is making me choke
Take your torch away – I don’t want your flames
And don’t tell me I’m the one that’s broke
‘cause you can’t quit your arsonist games
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3. |
Lonely Hills
03:52
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These lonely hills I can’t ascend
Yet still I climb to hear you, my friend
You were once my song through this freezing rain,
but now your silence soaks me in pain
Where’s your melody,
My dove who slips away?
I know you’ve flown beyond the gray
But you once would nest with me,
Your wings stuck in love’s tree
Now you seek the sun and leave me in a haze
These lonely hills I can’t ascend
Yet still I climb to hear you, my friend
You were once my song through this freezing rain,
but now your silence soaks me in pain
My love, the raining stopped for a moment!
But I’ll never hear your melody again
These lonely hills will never end
But some day I’ll find another friend
Only your dove’s song keeps me searching in vain
to find a way beyond the gray
and see the sunshine break through the rain
Where’s your melody,
My dove who slips away?
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4. |
My Andalusian Love
04:46
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My dream is alive
in the blossoming air,
Andalusian paths
where oranges grow
Memories of you
are reflections in a fountain,
a trickling past
where the Guadalquivir flows
I’m desire unfolding
like branches of your flowering palms
You’re an orange
bursting from the tree,
a gypsy soul
dancing and breaking the calm
My olive-skinned
sighing seductress
with a voice of wine
to my eager lips:
Open! Open your courtyards!
I’ve come again for your fountaining love
Sing! Sing your gypsy song,
torrid passionate longing
from flamenco guitars
Our voices now join
singing a tune the guitarist strums
We’re the deep song
storming from the sea,
sorrowful noise
under a trembling sun
My olive-skinned
sighing seductress,
your voice is wine
to my eager lips
Open! Open your courtyards!
I’ve come again for your fountaining love
Sing! Sing your gypsy song,
torrid passionate longing
from flamenco guitars
Strange how your orange
grows in my sleep,
And when I’m awake
the memories fade
Dreams of you
trickle away in a fountain,
But I long again
to lie in your shade
Open! Open your courtyards!
My one last drink of your fountaining love
Mi amor! Mi amor, embrace me,
One day we’ll bloom like palm trees
planted in our Spanish heart
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5. |
Shipwrecked
06:35
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Oh to be a shipwrecked soul
when the storm whips you around
Round and round and round
Pounding rain will breach the hull
And even when you think you’ve found
a way to stay afloat,
Clouds surround your only boat
All my life I’m fighting the tide,
sailing night to find a shore
I thought the lighthouse guided my way
but the beacon’s fire lead me astray
right into the storm
Throw me, throw me overboard!
I can’t live like this anymore
Oh to be a shipwrecked soul
when the storm whips you around
Round and round and round
Pounding rain will breach the hull
And even when you think you’ve found
a way to stay afloat,
Clouds surround your only boat
My anchor’s ripped away
by a wave that will not rest,
thrown into the ocean
like a wasted piece of bait
The raindrops fall and mock me
and the wind begins to laugh
There were days I could brave these unfriendly seas
Now my sunken hope won’t raise the mast
Oh to be alone
and never chased around
So run my boat aground,
Make me now your shipwrecked soul
Make me now your shipwrecked soul
Make me now your shipwrecked soul!
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6. |
The Shell
06:24
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When the sea foam washed me away
I prayed for a home to stay
A place where the wind lay still
And there I’d say goodbye to the clouds
And hide in the shroud of the waves
A place to be a perfect castaway
A place,
A place to protect my heart
So I throw my broken ship to the fish and the krill
Wash ashore and crawl through the sand
Like a naked hermit crab searching for his shell
I look for a place to protect my heart
And then I see her gleaming in the tide
A queen conch rising from a watery throne
Her body could hide the cracks in my life
Even if I know I should fill them on my own
But the promise of her counsel is an ocean swell,
a pink pearl that calls me to her shell
Oh shell, will you be my friend?
Bring my days of rainclouds to an end?
Then tell me where to start
‘Cause I’m sinking like my boat in the bay
I’m tired of trying to find my way
So help me, help me to mend
Let your pearls,
Let your pearls fill my heart
When I put my ear up to her lips
To let her whisper the wisdom I’ve missed
All I hear,
All I hear is an echo
Of the sea I left behind
And when I reach into the shell
I only find,
Only find pebbles inside
Oh shell,
All you do is bring back my fears
When I listen to you
The angry storm reappears
Now you leave me with no choice
It seems it’s either you or me
I must make you end your noise
So I’ll throw you back and break you in the sea
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7. |
Low Tide
02:54
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Alone in the low tide
Melting in the heat
Water can’t cool the wounds of defeat
Sand rubbed in my pride
Let me forget . . .
Let me mend . . .
Let me forget . . .
There were days I could brave the sea
And moments I could fight
But the time I had a captain’s might
Was lost in a mutiny
I look for
Something tender, something sweet
To leave these bitter memories
Let me forget
That I feel so frail
Let me forget . . .
Let me mend . . .
I waste away in the breaking waves,
Faith thrown to the undertow
My head has never hung so low
Yet my eyes are up in the tree
I look for
Something tender, something sweet
To leave these bitter memories
Strive to regain
My will to sail
But shell, your echoes haven’t died
Your broken pieces haunt my coast
So I spend my days a sulking ghost
Living in retreat
I know you tried to be my guide
But you steered me to my fears
And I’d rather be a pool of tears
Melting in the heat,
A heat that won’t subside
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Gazing at dates at the top of the trunk
My eyes raised but faith is sunk
Praying for fruit to take its place
Every day I ask the leaves
then I beg to the boughs:
“Can you make your canopy
shake me from my doubt?”
Still nothing heeds my pleas
I’m staring at fruit out of reach
So I hatch a plan to climb the tree
and bring seeds into my hand
When I’m ready to scale the tree
something holds me to the ground
I guess I’d rather melt in the sand and the heat
and the fear that keeps me down
My head has never hung so low
Yet my eyes are up in the tree
Staring at fruit out of reach,
Asleep in a dream where seeds fill my mind
Wearing out time to make them mine, all mine
If I eat just one
My life will be complete
But I can’t climb the trunk
When sand has burnt my feet
I’m tired of being disgraced
with desire that’s only waste
All I want is a little taste
and the answers in my hand
My head has never hung so low
Yet my eyes are up in the tree
Staring at fruit out of reach,
Asleep in a dream where seeds fill my mind
Wearing out time to make them mine, all mine
Are seeds what I really need
or am I just wasting time?
‘Cause the longer I gaze into the tree
the less I try to climb
I’m only drawn to the tempting fruit
to keep me from reality
So don’t cut me loose
I put down my roots
Let me stay in fantasy
If I eat just one
My life will be complete
But I can’t climb the trunk
When sand has burnt my feet
Just when I’m free, I cut my feet
on the last piece of the shell
And as blood goes into the sea
my fantasy dispels
Left again in the low tide
with hope that has capsized
If I could look past the seaboard
to a place I sailed before
I would reach inside
for the will to fight
my self-imposed exile
But my heart is silent
in the fading shore
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9. |
High Tide
03:25
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All my life I was seeking a shore
a place to create my paradise
But I prayed for heaven in a temple of lies
Made my faith disappear
Resigned to my fear
And I can’t live like this anymore
I’m gonna wake my heart
wake my heart in the high tide
Then I’ll face the dark
and try to find my light
Too many times I let the waves toss me around
I let them drown the voice inside
But it’s time to stand my ground
Time to rebound
So come, my heart
and meet me in the tide
I’m gonna wake my heart
wake my heart in the high tide
Then I’ll face the dark
and try to find my light
I’m gonna wake my heart
wake my heart in the high tide
Then I’ll face the dark
and try to find my light
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10. |
Eye of the Storm
06:16
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Soon I’ll prepare to leave my sand
and sail in darkness
This time I’ll hold no anger
regardless of where I land
But I hear the rumbling near me
and feel my fear churn
Like waves crashing back into place,
clouds always return
to steal away my anchor
Many tides I spent by a palm tree
staring at dates out of reach
Foolishly waiting for the fruit to fall
when nothing stirs on the beach
But if I ate them all
would my heart really be free?
Maybe I belong in the sea
‘cause sand can’t keep me afloat
If I could be the captain of my own fleet
maybe I could rebuild my hope
I could hold the anchor close to the boat
and let my heart go free
It says to me:
“Look to the edge of the water
past the reefs where horizons blur
there’s an island of peace where the air grows warmer
When your fears don’t stir
you’ll find the eye of the storm”
Winds laugh and tell me it’s over,
The cyclone says that I’ll fail
“You can stay here or voyage with a broken sail –
either way you’ll still run for cover”
But I can’t stall any longer
and I won’t fall any lower
I look to the edge of the water
past the reefs where horizons blur
there’s my island of peace where the air grows warmer
The clouds may form
but I’ll try to find the eye of the storm
I leave sand and float through the ocean
where darkness tries to break me again
Maybe I’ll find calm and maybe I won’t
But at least I’ll have some hope
“Keep sailing to the edge of the water
past the reefs where horizons blur
there’s an island of peace where the air grows warmer
The clouds may form
but don’t go back to the shore
When your fears don’t stir
you’ll find the eye of the storm”
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The Aaron Clift Experiment Austin, Texas
The Aaron Clift Experiment is a dynamic progressive rock band based in Austin, Texas. The group's multi-faceted sound is an innovative blend of classic rock, modern rock, and classical all anchored by the band's dedication to high-quality songwriting and musicianship. ... more
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