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Introduction
00:55
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The Dream is Stirring
03:21
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Tides that drew you near on waves of endless tears,
from wounds that never healed are receding
Hush now sleep the dream is stirring
a world safe from all you fear slowly awakens
Wash from memory the pain you harvest
Follow your heart and become the dream
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Timeline
03:29
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There's a path in my heart lined with footprints of dear friends who will never part.
There's a world mapped on my skin, wrinkles of time the score of where I've been.
There's a clock tickin' in my brain, a timeline of fingerprints touched by the hand of fate.
The river of blood flows on my tongue, carrying a ship of souls in the words of the departed ones.
There's a space in my soul, a shelter for you and me for days of growing old.
The river of blood flows on my tongue, carrying a ship of souls in the words of the departed ones.
And there's a story in the bones, a riches of memories that shine like gold.
There's a room in the house of faith, a refuge for you and me a final resting place.
A dwelling for you and me a final resting place.
A dwelling for you and me a final resting place.
A clearing for you and me a final resting place.
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Yellow Hearts
03:45
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The good life is a long way from the day to day we're livin', and the rail car whistle is crying out our names.
A cold wind blows down Main Street freezing everthing in place, and the town crier reports with nothing to say. The sunset tomorrow is the same.
Yellow hearts make U-turns while red hearts only burn themselves out of control.
There are birds in cages reading newspaper pages filled with tales of labryinths and wax wings, and clowns on stages pretending for wages while the actors all take the seats.
For yellow hearts make U-turns while red hearts only burn themselves out of control. The faint of heart make U-turns while red hearts never learn, and green hearts are luckier by far. Yes, green hearts are luckier by far.
Detour signs can keep you down. Railway lines runnin' circles round, and your head spins like a bottle 'til it slows.
Dashboard saints point the way to go. Traffic lights say take it slow, so you just lay down and sleep it off tonight.
For yellow hearts make U-turns, red hearts only burn themselves out of control. While the faint of heart make U-turns, red hearts never learn. Pure hearts are made of gold.
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Sweetest Melody
04:30
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This guitar hangs 'round my neck like a noose.
I try and break free everytime I cut loose on the strings and play for the muse.
From awkward shapes and twisted lines she begins to speak of the things I have on my mind. I play the fool.
I feel tension mount with every turn of the key, trying to modulate through the changes inside of me.
Fingertips dance on vibrating waves of the strings, but to me you are the sweetest melody.
On this wooden box lined with six cords of steel, I replay the thought of you in melodies that ring in my ear and beat in my heart.
With this bridge that connects my life to yours, we'll weather the changes that come to take us from the shore to the sea.
My life is a song in search of the right key, trying to resolve the voices inside of me.
Home is where you are and that is where I want to be, because to me the sound of your voice is the sweetest melody.
You are the sweetest melody.
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Bookend
03:46
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You've kicked up the dust and made your move.
Stil' you keep me in a frame on your shelf as a bookend.
Frequency space, a little head room, but when your bed is empty you always change your tune.
Pull back the cover let's see how the book ends.
You may try to erase the pages, but your heart only works in pen.
New runnin' shoes, tread the mill at top speed. No matter how far you run, that's where you'll always be.
Pull back the cover, let's see how the book ends.
You may pencil in the others, but your heart always holds the pen.
Pull back the cover and let's see how the book ends.
Highlight the words that make you smile, bookmark the page and memorize.
Pull back the cover let's see how the book ends.
You may try to erase the pages, but your heart only works in pen.
Wipe off the cover let's see how the book ends.
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Letting Go
04:19
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As two green lovers burning for each other
that was all we needed to know
Breath and skin on fire, hearts pounding like thunder,
bodies drawn by the moon and lure of its glow
Gleaming star filled eyes, conversations till sunrise,
turning on records, and swaying real slow.
But shadows grow long and time feeds the hunger
to feel the lightning strike once more
The arms of one another was all we needed to know,
now we hold each other like we're letting go.
Rheumy shipwrecked eyes, tattered blue
were stars that flickered for the little things
Unsheathe your frozen heart from its winter coat
Stir the spirit of a sleeping summer dream
Teeth grow long and memory feeds the hunger
to ride the lightning once more
The arms of one another was all we needed to know,
now we hold each other like we're letting go
Shadows embrace, twisted in knots
stirring ghosts of a sleeping summer dream
In lonely darkened rooms lashes fall
Wanton hands can't wash themselves clean
Shadows grow long and time feeds the hunger
to feel the lightning strike once more
The arms of one another was all we needed to know,
now we hold each other like we're letting go
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You'll Never Know
03:06
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Love waited outside your window
Your head turned by tricks played by shadows in the sheets
Birds of prey round your bed in a halo
Silent fell love's melody and broke wings of the sparrow
A bittersweet story as love leaves
But too bad for you, you'll never know
Hollies hang their heads tomorrow
Their petals failed to see a tomorrow that always comes
A bitter sad story when love leaves
Too bad for you cuz' you'll never know
Your heart wanders in a haze
Your love went the way of the sparrow
Saddest of all, it's too bad for you
You'll never know
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Fading Out of You
03:43
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The sunlight fading now once burned for you
Thin smoke horizon dull grey hue
I'll clear my head to pull me through
Though my heart still wants and is willing too
But you're fading out, fading out of view
The rose colored lenses I once saw through
I saw you in everything and all that I do
But I'll clear my head to see me through
Though my heart still wants and is willing too
But I'm fading out, so I'll fade you out, fading out of you
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Floating Worlds
03:50
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A hollow vessel, windward blind.
Cast an open window on the leeway side,
And take the boat, drawing in a lifeline.
Give breath to the sail and compass to the time.
A solar sail in a clean slate sky.
Hand over fist, cut-and-run, cross the line.
With a withered rose and a Gibson girl,
Keeping weather eye, a saltwater eye.
Born of the gun with bloodless vein,
An Ahab's heart to fathom a name.
A Phoenix sun in under ash filled skies.
At bitter end as the crow flies.
A soul scarred on a sheet of glass,
Keeping weather eye, a saltwater eye.
A floating world
Floating worlds, floating worlds,
Soul embodied
Souls embodied, souls embodied.
Sewn to the devil's seem,
Pilot by guess and by God.
Holding faith along the waterline thinking,
Lord only knows, Lord only knows.
A floating world,
Floating worlds, floating worlds,
Soul embodied,
Souls embodied, soul in body.
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Fireworks
04:09
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Sights and sounds that only confuse the senses.
Smoke signals burnin' holes in the sky.
Hearts tied to electric fences.
No more fireworks displays on the fourth of July.
Freedom, she was ringin' in the distance.
Traded in for the opening bell.
When the field of dreams awoke in foreclosure, she set sail for a buyer overseas.
While hope flickered like a torch on the horizon, waiting for a savior in folks like you and me, the devil took a seat at the head of the table.
The fireworks burned out with no one there to see.
Now the architect has broke through the wire, while the sheep were put to sleep in the fields.
Lambs with PC rifles sent to the slaughter, while the wolves whispered in the shepherd's ear.
While hope's head was hung on the horizon, waiting for someone to appeal, the house folded its hand and the devil redrew the plans.
The fireworks were snuffed out in a backroom deal.
Sights and sounds made only confuse the senses. Smoke screen cover keeps birds from blue skies.
The broken dream has left her defenseless.
No more fireworks on the fourth of July.
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Elysium Fields
05:25
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When they come for me to place me in the ground,
will the wind carry my name or will it make no sound?
And when the shades are drawn and the shadows fall,
will anyone remember me at all?
Will you swear by me at the water's edge,
and pay the toll to the ferryman?
Just meet me in the fields of Elysium,
and dance through the gardens with your gold dress on,
and lie down beside me when my time is done,
in Elysium.
Can I face the mirror when the time has come, and
will you be near me when the final breath is drawn?
And if you should go before I cross,
I'll pay the price for you so your soul's not lost.
Will you lie down beside me when my time is done?
Just meet me in the fields of Elysium,
and lie down beside me when my time is done,
in Elysium.
Don't shed a tear for me when the boatman comes,
just meet me in the fields of Elysium,
and lie down beside me when my time is done,
In Elysium.
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Lucien LaMotte Seattle, Washington
Lucien LaMotte is a composer/songwriter, guitarist and instructor residing in Seattle. When writing music Lucien draws from a wide variety of experience to create his art. As a guitarist, Lucien has performed and recorded music spanning many genres including folk, jazz, rock, country, R&B, and classical music. ... more
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