1. |
Neruda
05:43
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Well it’s raining
On the jungle and the village
And you’re travellin’ through
With eyes, wide, wide open
And you read your poems
To the peasants in the village
We receive with eyes
Wide, wide open
Travel down to the ground
Hear the sound from the sky
Hear the water, see the lightning
Strike the sky from the ground
Oh Neruda, oh Neruda
Oh Neruda, oh Neruda
And you see, and we see
And you see, and we see
You were brought down
By something from within
And you died with eyes
Wide, wide open
But your poems resound
Through the peasants in the village
And we see with eyes wide, wide open
Travel down to the sound
Hear the ground rumbling out
Hear the water, see the water
In your being, in the ground
(chorus)
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2. |
When She Smiled
06:16
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Coffee at an outdoor cafe
With her friends
She was talking and laughing
She was beautifully indescribable
But the thing that held me most
Was her smile
Those dark brown eyes
Were brighter than a thousand stars
I was pulled by her gravity
Didn’t care if it blinded me
‘Cause when she smiled
She melted the ice
From my deepest seasons
When she smiled
My disbelief turned to reasons
And perchance we met months later
By my front door
And every day’s been a window
With wings
Such a beautiful discovery
Being born again and again
And again and again
Being born again and again
(bridge and chorus)
I went to a costume party
I was dressed as an angel
That fell from heaven
But they said you’ve fallen
Harder than that my friend
You have fallen in fallen in
Fallen in fallen in love
You have fallen deep into love
(bridge and chorus)
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3. |
Stones
03:32
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Missing out
On the best part of a day
‘Cause you’re throwing stones
Just so that you can say
That you’re right again
That you’re right again
But in your life
You can’t see
That the things you say
Are truer of you
Looking down
On each and every one
That you dain to see
But you cannot see
No you cannot see
‘Cause in your life
You don’t know
That you’ll always be
Just like me
And you’ll always be
Wrong like me and down like me
Just as long as we live on
We will find a way
Waking up
To the things that hide within
These flimsy walls
Made of reason made of sin
But you can’t wake up
No you can’t quite wake up
But in your life
You can’t see
That the things you say
‘Cause in your life
You don’t know
That you’ll always be
Just like me
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4. |
To You
04:24
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When I turn this sleepy mind
To a world I left behind
All my senses will unwind
All the wrong turns that I took
All the half-read, abandoned books
And love gone sour over time
All the things I thought were wrong
All the longing, lonely songs
Were the right things all along
They led me to you
You are the open and close of every day
And all the rest just seems to blow away
And every touch is love in a different way
When I go to work each day
I see the faces on the train
An old man is staring at his feet
And a woman sitting there
Her hands trembling in prayer
As she brushes back her daughter's hair
And it's hard to fight despair
When it travels everywhere
In this stale, train compartment air
But at the end of every day
The most beautiful refrain
Every second of my life
Leads up to you, You are the open and close of every day
And all the rest just seems to blow away
And every touch is love in a different way
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5. |
Lobsters
03:51
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I really must get out of here
But it feels so wrong to leave them
The water isn't clear and
I don't want to be eaten anymore, no more
We could help each other and then
Get away together
If one of us is lucky then
We shouldn't say we'll never do the same
And I really hope that I'm not
Held back by the lobsters
I really hope that I'm not
Held back by the lobsters
Just because I'm getting out
Shouldn't make you feel bitter
I'd love to see you succeed
But you're too resigned to failure
Don't take it out on me
Because I won't be
Held up by the lobsters
I really won't allow
Hold ups by the lobsters
Jealousy will claw away until
You are broken
And once your colour's changed
There's no escape from the oven
You're their main course
And I really hope that I don't
End up like the lobsters
I really hope that I don't
End up like the lobsters
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6. |
Long Way Home
03:52
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Pictures of oilseed and sunshine
Taken in youth
Preserved by days
Spent moving through my country
Of cliffs white and water everywhere
I will return there
On the long way home
The long way home
Places too numerous to mention
Stand behind my memories
And form the walls
Of my soul, has been washed
And been blown
'Til the shape that it bears
Is like a diamond
Where is the long way home
The long way home
People, so many names
So many thoughts
So many aims
The foundation of my consciousness
They helped me to build
I'll meet them somewhere
On the long way home
The long way home
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7. |
And We Sing
05:04
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Well we drive down this old gravel road
By a patch of wild chives
And the ruts run deep on this old road
Which we've carved out all our lives
It winds yonder o'er the hills
To a place which we call home
And the kids have grown up, moved away
Now we're finally alone
Oh, and we sing
Oh, and we sing
So we find our secret swimming hole
On the side of Silver Creek
And we skinny dip under the moon
And we laugh but do not speak
We uncork our precious, ripe bottle
Of dandelion wine
Then we drink in celebration
Of a wonderful lifetime
(chorus)
Then we pull out my old warped guitar
And we sing in harmony
And we dance around this prairie field
As naked as can be
(chorus)
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Tea Thieves Budapest, Hungary
It all started in a tea house in Budapest called CD-fű, where Todd Moore had been performing solo. There he was joined by
Jamie Howell, who carved out a different dimension with his electrical interpretations of Moore's songs, making them new again.
It was the with the arrival of bassist Michael Kentish weeks later and then drummer Scott Finlayson that the creative fusion was complete.
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