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American Eyes
04:05
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Their arms felt so heavy
that they dropped their confetti
On the day John F Kennedy died
Atheists prayed at the
last of the ticker tape parades
On the lower West Side
The sound that Oswald made
The death of the Golden Age
At least it went on holiday
40 years from yesterday
The rain that filled the Longhorn State
It came from American eyes
Glued to the screen when they
crashed those machines
Into the side of the Gemini Towers
All that remained where they
once held the ticker tape parades
Were forget-me-not flowers
As buildings hit the ground
Our dreams follow them down
The innocent make no sound
I'm a thousand miles away
As water fills the Empire State
It came from American eyes
Can't you hear the people say
My God, why have You gone away?
You gave us American eyes
And we've all been Americanized
Where did you hide all your shame?
Was it in the same spot you found your name?
Everybody's talkin' 'bout your fame
Between you and me, you're walkin' lame
As buildings hit the ground
Our dreams follow them down
The dying of our rage
Is the dawning of our age
I'm a million miles away
As water fills the Untied States
It came from American eyes
Can't you hear the people say
My God, why have You gone away?
You gave us American eyes
And we've all been Americanized
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2. |
Another Song
03:42
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Cover girls line the windows you walk by / Selling more than you're able to buy
High-finance and romance unified / Hear the television cry / "Open up your eyes"
All around the world / It's all about a girl
We're drowning in the noise / Of another song for boys
In our time, happiness has been defined / As a new rendezvous every night
Held up by loneliness and candlelight / In the place where romance died
Open up your eyes... I'm not listening
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3. |
Warm
04:22
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Saw the temperature take another man
I watched him crumble as the mercury ran down
Saw the aperture steal another soul
As the hope of blending in took all control
Hey now, child, you know it's always been
The kinda competition no one ever wins
Come on, don't become fashion
On computer screens and in magazines
Your life seems better if you own designer jeans
Buy the perfect hair, perfect shoes to wear
And practice smiling for the people who don't care
Hey now, child, you know it's always been
The kinda competition no one ever wins
Come on, don't become fashion
Monday morning, it's a social scene
The kinda conversation no one ever means
Come on, get beyond fashion
Heard the temperature hit a record low
The papers told me, said they thought that I should know
Saw a photograph of the life he had
Before it disappeared inside a GQ ad
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4. |
Father, Forgive
04:19
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I left town 'cause You wanted me to / I let go 'cause You asked me
And I can see rain clouds coming / I broke up and I hit the ground running
Father, forgive / Father, forgive me
We screwed up for a half eaten apple / We gave it up for a half eaten apple
And I perceive rain clouds coming / I'm living proof: One man can change the world
I woke up with a rock in my hand / I can't blame You,
You did everything You could do
Children, believe / Children, receive / Father, believe in me
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The Silent Moncton, New Brunswick
There's a chasm between "a" and "the". Placing "a" in front of an item can indicate that it is one of many. A can be humble, unassuming. "The", on the other hand, suggests singularity. The can be audacious, presumptuous. The Silent is a little bit of column A and a little bit of column THE... ... more
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