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The Chains We Choose
04:03
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We don't wait for the sun to rise or the wind to be at our backs
I've never stepped in the same river twice
and I'm not one for sticking to tracks
It looks like the tide is rolling in
Nobody knows when the sun goes down
But I'm sure the night is long
I can't recall all the things I did right
I remember every one I did wrong
I've got accounts in arrears I'll never settle up
Slowing down from that breakneck pace
Set sail to follow the stars
But my anchor's away, now I'm laying down roots
In the place where the wild things are.
I'm not sure when I'm coming home
Sometimes I wonder what it's like to wander
How it feels on the open sea
But I don't linger long 'cause I know what I want
And I'm exactly where I mean to be
The chains we choose set us free
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The Butcher
03:34
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I came upon a butcher,
He was slaughtering a lamb,
I accused him there
With his tortured lamb.
He said, Listen to me, child,
I am what I am and you, you are my only son.
Well, I found a silver needle,
I put it into my arm.
It did some good,
Did some harm.
But the nights were cold
And it almost kept me warm,
How come the night is long?
I saw some flowers growing up
Where that lamb fell down
Was I supposed to praise the creator,
Make some kind of joyful sound?
He said, Listen, listen to me now,
I go round and round
And you, you are my only child.
Do not leave me now,
Do not leave me now,
I'm broken down
From a recent fall.
Blood upon my body
And ice upon my soul,
Lead on, my son, it is your world.
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3. |
Fireflies
02:57
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Fireflies were flashing
as the cinders turned to ash.
We sat under the moonlight
hashing out our past.
Feels like it's been years,
and you've always had my ear.
We talked about our hopes
and rational fears.
You said maybe we're both broken
and this is how I deal.
Open new wounds,
give the old ones time to heal.
We looked up at the starts,
did some navel gazing too.
Stomachs pumped of lies,
starving for some truth.
Well, I don't know
what it means to you,
but all I want to do
is make something beautiful.
When the day breaks
like a fragile falling vase
memories fade and drift into a haze.
Let's hold on to that night
til our knuckles have turned white
soon the sun will rise
and I'll be blinded by the sight.
I could never see
in the early light of dawn
where I ought to be
but I know that this is wrong
Do you still recall
that cold November night
how it felt to be beaten down
and weary of the fight
Well, I don't know
what it means to you,
but all I want to do
is make something beautiful.
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4. |
Eternal Return
02:40
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When the June bugs came
we rode our bikes down to the lake.
I could hardly believe that it ever freezes here.
Then the autumn falls and we need that fire just to hold our warmth.
Find the rest of the logs; it's looking dim.
When the winter comes, it's not enough to turn the bottoms up.
Let's burn another one down; I feel a chill.
Let the spring come now.
The flowers, bees, birds, and trees
I need them now.
This afternoon I saw how soon it all will bloom.
I looked up to see a spider in the light of the moon.
The ice began to melt;
the snow gave way to the slush below.
I want to believe that there's still grass underneath.
The tufted titmouse returns to sing the songs he learned down south,
He says he soaked up rays on the dock of the bay.
Darkness my old friend, let's say goodbye, I know I'll see you around.
But for now you should know that you've worn your welcome out.
Let the spring come now.
The flowers, bees, birds, and trees
I need them now.
This afternoon I saw how soon it all will bloom.
I looked up to see a spider in the light of the moon.
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5. |
Taking Gatsby
02:15
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It's a skill that you've already mastered
in the eyes of all those you see.
But you're such an incorrigible bastard
Strumming and singing with me.
Til the day that I die, I'll never know why
You think the well has already run dry.
It seems to me it should be full to the brim
Perhaps the reason that things look so dim
is that it's hard to get back to that place sometimes
when the cold hands of fate have burned out your bright eyes
the water doesn't taste like it did in Dunn Hall
the face in the glass ain't the same at all
I am alone in this room at the moment
recording this song that you already hate
you will soon find that you'll always be thirsty
standards too high to sate
the waves break on our ragged rock and tear the bits away
the tick and tock of the clock
reason enough not to stay
break it down
break it down
as you make your way out this godforsaken town
break it down
break it down
head north or west
I send you my best
I hope you find some place you can rest
and I'll see you
on the morrow we'll cling
I'll have some new songs but it's the old ones
that I'll want to sing.
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Tim Bang Miami, Florida
I've been writing and recording music for a long time. I've played in a number of bands over the years, but I'm doing the solo singer/songwriter thing now. Thanks so much for listening!
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