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The Young Birds
05:01
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Hear now our unspoken prayer
Our broken vow, an awoken despair
What do we say and what do we care
Now that there’s nothing to lose.
Sing along with our blank verse
Our silent song of muted chords
How do we ask when there’s no magic words
When there’s nothing to say
To be renewed
By the love of life that I’ve known
To be redeemed
By the love of life that I’ve shown
Drink up from the loving cup
As the young birds sing in every language
Daydream, believe our nightmare
Our sights unseen, our crystal clear
What do we want and what do we fear
Now that there’s nothing to see.
Our hollow words, delusions grand
blind spots marked by an unseen hand
How do we sleep and where do we stand
When there’s nothing to gain.
To be renewed
By the love of life that I’ve known
To be redeemed
By the love of life that I’ve shown
Drink up from the loving cup
As the young birds fly in every direction
To be renewed
By the love of life that I’ve known
To be redeemed
By the love of life that I’ve shown
Drink up from the loving cup
As the young birds sing in every language
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The Weeping Song
05:11
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Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
Oh, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet... to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Oh father, tell me are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
Oh, then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
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The Angelus Dallas, Texas
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