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Disease
03:46
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Theres a man staring at me. With his eyes he says, "I don't know if you can say that". White noise all around, he has his face to the wall while he says it. Maybe he thinks "what I don't know can not hurt me", and maybe he actually believes it. Whatever.
I know! I ain't got that disease. I know, they ain't got what I need... I'm free now.
Night moves make you wonder aloud, "I don't know if I did say that."
While you rest deep in the ground, like, "I guess the holes won't wait much longer."
Now days like your ringing a bell, I guess the souls won't wait much longer. Now days like your ringing a bell. I guess the souls won't wait much longer.
Well, I know I ain't got that disease, or what I need, I'm free but god damn my soul is tired.
My soul is tired now.
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The River
03:29
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Take me to the river, yes. Throw me down in the watering hole. Hold me down, hold me down... down. I know it won't be long, no. Everyones a winner. Make us free from the seeds we've sown. Now you know, now you know, now you know... how it won't be long, no.
Easy like a river does roll or light like a feather when the wind does blow. Let go, let it go, let it go.
Heavy is the hammer that falls, breaking bricks from the biggest of walls. Watch it fall, there it goes, yeah. I know. I know now. It won't be long.
Easy like a river does roll LET HAPPINESS BE THE THING YOU KNOW! EVERYDAY! EVERYDAY! EVERYDAY! Ha! I know it won't be long, no no.
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Sinking Ships
03:28
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Everyone can see that your ship is sinking and that you need some saving. Yeah right. If you think it's coming well you've gone insane because:
For too long you've picked the pockets of the poor. You take all you want and all you want is more. Then you hold that shit up to the peoples faces, you let them see, it's a disgrace how:
You collect your tax just to spend it on guns and bombs and bats. When we try to settle a score you feel threatened because we don't want war... I don't want war!
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Fireflies and The Wind
04:14
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She meets you in an empty street with a bottle of wine. As she turns to face you, she asks for a cigarrette. She even says "please". She brings a heavy deck of cards, (go on) and her feet are bare. Her lovers become her enemies and from then on, they're only memories. Yes.
Like a beggar chooses life, like fireflies in the wind. Like a moth, in a summer breeze, like a moth in a warm summer breeze. They are only memories.
We stop at the waters edge. (Go on) A discovery is made. (Go on)
Well, with her hands in the clay, she walks through the grass, and shows her teeth, with the soil at her toes and earth in her hair the woman in the well climbs up, stone by... stone by stone.
You see a complicated thing. you see the source of all my rage. And it hurts, because I can't runaway. Because I can't run away. All her lovers become her enemies, and from then they're only memories. Yes.
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The Coldest Season
06:51
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I'll wave my troubles goodbye; you've grown colder than the coldest season, and I don't need a reason. A light is fading, with things your saying, these are words onto a fire.
Your imagination is rearranging what remains, to serve your one desire.
Another word onto the fire.
What if your eye won't see it? What if your hand refuses to feel it? Is it the coldest season? Then, what if we are one good reason? Right there! You play the game, one of mystery and wonder. Right there, again, you play the game. What a mystery and no wonder that's when you came. So...
Who shall I love?
When autaumn leaves are falling, and winter winds come calling.
Who shall I love?
When leaves change to turn the season, when mistakes are worth repeating, and when it's colder than the coldest season. I believe the leaves will change to turn the season.
My imagination. Fucking imagination. In this failing light, in this... god help us all. If "who shall I love" becomes a word onto the fire? When music becomes a word onto the fire. When it is all just another word onto the fire. Who shall I love? Who shall I love? Who shall I love?
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Home
05:02
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Like all things around me, you come and you go, but when you're here your like a red rose in a field of snow. If seeing is believing, I believe I'm home with the fires on the ice, the wind, the snow. Home.
Some people will stay here, and others will roam, to postcard countries, far from home. The point is to be free, and feel alive, to be half crazy is wholly alive. Home.
To be half crazy is wholly alive. Home.
We're the wind, the snow.
We're the wind, the snow. Home.
Some find their way here, to be left alone, say "I'm just a farmer and I don't need gold." Just shakes from the cedar, collect what you know, then go tell your friend about the wind and the snow. Home
We're the wind.
We're the wind, the snow, Home.
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Marlin Ledin Washburn, Wisconsin
Trying to find the crossroads where people, the wilderness, and music greet one another. Music is dear to me, and I try to write about what I know. Simple music for simple people is my only goal.
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