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After That
03:03
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God knows there’s no stone of yours
That I left unturned in the end
God knows there’s no part of you
That I didn’t ask you to defend
So we both, both found our way after that
We both, both found our way after that
God knows that love gets confused
In the plains of ideals that we roam
God knows that love’s still a fire
Yet a simple and full coming home
And we both, both found our way after that
We both, both found our way after that
But there ain’t no map that knows of your valleys
That knows of the place where all your rivers meet
There ain’t know map that knows of your rain
In the times of my drought
And there ain’t no map that knows of our mountains
That knows of the fires that we lit on the peaks
There ain’t no map that knows of the reasons that we put them out
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2. |
Histories and Hurts
04:36
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He wore a chalice of regret around his neck
And he kept it there to warn himself away from the edge
He couldn't go that way again
It wasn't worth it for the pain
And you could see it in the way he held his head
There was guilt around his feet, a lonely horror in his bed,
A heavy suitcase for his days
You could feel it his gaze
I am not your way home
And I am not a good soul
And I don't know your name
But I know I know your pain
And in that we're the same
Every night at eleven fifty-nine
He watches as the clock swaps for another day in time
And he wonders how it works
All our histories and hurts
So I tried to find the words to match his wounds
A blanket in for self-inflicted solitary rooms
To find at every turn
You can't explain away the burn
I am not your way home
And I am not a good soul
And I don't know your name
But I know I know your pain
And in that we're the same
In all our sacred moments, we have blood on our hands
And we all know the stories only blood would understand
And we’re still holdin’ on because the world hasn’t hollowed our plans
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3. |
All Is Grace
03:56
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I’ve spent decades inside of my head
Watching free men run while I beat myself up 'til I bled
Inviting the same old worry back into my bed
And I just forgot
And the good got lost in all of the things that I’m not
My mind making love to a tried and true train of thought
All is grace, man, all is grace
It can fill your heart or terrify, but it’s all here to embrace
And hindsight is a gift of God
That’s always given late
You won’t find the language, man
All is grace
The hype around her has always been hard to believe
I’ve seen fires go out, I’ve seen good men just get up and leave
Too many that earn but never learn how to receive
And I don’t know if I could still sing along
If all of a sudden all the wrong things went wrong
And I folded to doubt after being so sure all along
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4. |
All I Own
04:12
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Don't listen to my words, man
'Cause not even I believe them
Not even I can stand the way the catch the light
My pain is not forgotten
It's just buried in The Garden
Under all the sounds I've tried to leave behind
But I come clean...
I've been trying to watch my empire grow
And I've been trying to mark my name on every street I roam
But life will break my body and death will take my soul
And that's all I own
When I was a boy, my god, he didn't speak to me
I could not see Him hung upon that tree
By those arms, those arms
So I made gods of fire and sacrifice
I made them in the image of me
They pushed me hard to mold me
With these arms, these arms, these arms
Just lead me to the bread and the wine
Let me taste what's been true since the beginning of time
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5. |
Can't Hurt Nobody
03:34
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Well I want to see the world
Through the eyes of another
A coat of arms upon my skin at night
To sit in the corner
Next to a voice that I know
Singing words to me to put the world to rights
But I can’t nobody
I can’t hurt nobody
I can’t hurt nobody
If I’m alone
I’ve always had time for the lone ranger
I’ve always had his picture on my wall
But for the good of my health
I never get to reassemble myself
Unless you remind me where all my pieces fall
But I can’t nobody
I can’t hurt nobody
I can’t hurt nobody
If I’m alone
At night I lay in bed dreaming
About what it’s gonna take
To start to mend all that I break
And I can’t tell what’s wrong anymore
When I’ve been this way before
Now my dreaming just keeps me awake
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6. |
A Lucky Wind
06:01
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Blessed is the forest that ushers in the Autumn
Blessed is the earth that lets the river wash it away
Blessed are the children that never dream of kingdoms
And blessed is the man who never got his way
It was a lucky sea that took me in its tide
It was a lucky wind that blew away my halo and you will find
No more words and no more methods left here to admire
See, you cannot be raised if you’re alive
Blessed are the hungry, the poor, the broken hearted
Blessed are the widows in black to say goodbye
Blessed is the failure out of second chances
We long for the resurrection, but we don’t want to die
You cannot be raised if you’re alive
We long for resurrection, but we don’t want to die
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Sleepy Knee Auckland, New Zealand
Ambient, introspective gospel artist from Auckland, NZ.
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