1. |
Morning Bells
01:23
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Am I the only one who cant find a way home
Am I the only one who feels blind and alone
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2. |
Iron Keys
05:11
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I wish I had
Two right hands
A north star light
and an empty map beside
A set of keys
Made of Iron
Noble eyes of an ember coal in the fire
I'de feed it to the flame
And cast a mold
In the shape of freedom
I wish I had
A tower place
Miles high to pass the day to daily life
Willow hair
Holy brick
And a seaside view of endless bliss then I'de
I'de feed it to the flame
And cast a mold
In the shape of things to come
Things to come
Things to come
Things to come
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3. |
Stand Alone
03:40
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To hell with me
Read a note that she left for me
Telling me how much she hates
Our arrangement
Goodbye
Was the word she forgot to say
When it fell out of the door
Toward change
Headed straight for the airwaves
February without you
Yes I did count my blessings
As the fall leaves decayed
To hell with me
When it hits it hits hard
And buddy I've been on deck for a while
Free space
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4. |
Dried Flowers
01:08
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I am cutting on the saw
And looking through the door
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5. |
Image In The Dust
05:36
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So long ungrateful
Is it enough to pay in sorrys
Wherever your staying
I hope its brighter there and true
The wishes were all the same
Just let it be you
But love is beautiful darling
Its as honest as cruel
And all around your fragments
There are colors and shades
But you remain stuck in the middle
Am I in the same place for you
The wishes were all the same
Just let it be you
But love is beautiful darling
Its as honest as cruel
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6. |
Left Behind
06:12
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I started on home
Headed fast
I started on homeward
With the suns fire on my back
Passing through people
kicking up dust
It seems that its following me
Like the memories from my past
I started on home and didn't look back
I started on homeward
To escape my appending tracks
And what I leave
Could never last
I threw it all behind me
But I carry the weight on my back
And I am sorry for the ones I have hurt
Lord knows they'll be more
I am sorry for the lessons unlearned
But I'm trying
Oh I'm trying
You burry shrouds with the roots so deep
Blue cherubs dig them out and hang them off of the trees
Like banners they fly
For the others to see
White threads and stained red lace
They show off every scab you've made
And I am sorry for the ones i have hurt
Lord knows they'll be more
I am sorry for the lessons unlearned
But Im tying
Oh I'm trying
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7. |
The Message
07:03
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Here is what I want to be
Whatever you want me to be
Yes I can play the coward or the brave heart
Whatever's cool with me
Somehow I know you'll find a way
To hate it and make me feel blue
Then I would be shaped into something new
Some other something you hate
So I stick to the sure thing
Stick to the hate
I have enough patience
So we are agreed
Time is displaced always
It hangs over me
But you carry me onward
Lonely steady sereen
Heaven is paved in your gravestones
So blind wide eyed minds
Stick to the sure thing
Stick to the hate
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8. |
Third Story Window
03:30
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9. |
Home
08:50
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In this prison
In this home
Yellow lamp light glows
The stars and moon
Hang low tonight
A heart beats
The room glows
And empty spaces
They look, they watch
They know
In solitude behold
And memorize your placement
And count the holes
Illuminate your sanity
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Allohra Son Providence, Rhode Island
Allohra Son is a product of my insatiable need to be producing something, or perhaps a product of self reflection and release. Either way it stands alone, independent. We were originally called Resilence
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