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Only Human
04:26
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Well the first change of the season left me breathing in the cold
From my forehead ran a feeling down to the bottom of my toes
The shiver left me senseless and to a waking light I rose
I poured two cups of coffee and headed out upon the road
A sudden light surprised me, my eyes turned toward the dash
Not sure if I would lose control, or if I already had
Two minutes passed in silence as twenty years before me flashed
I thought of all the good times, the memories, the symphonies,
The liturgies and the scuffed-up knees we had
Come rain, come shine I don't care, I'm wrapped up in the back
It's been eight months I've been working here and I'm starting to collapse
But only fourteen days 'til I can meet you on the map
And wrap up all of my hair-brained words into your open hand
But one thing I must tell you before we run the mill
There's parts of us we can't understand and maybe never will
But through this morning fog follow the light on a distant hill
Those constant changes constantly, we're borderline, we're feeling fine,
We change our mind you know we're only human
My heart is filled with anger, its rising up inside
But it's not something I'd show to you, no it's just something I hide
It takes me to dark places that otherwise I cannot find
Yeah I've spent my share of seasons living outside of the light
That constant crowd of questions keep creeping in my mind
Is this feeling normal? Am I running out of time?
Those fractions of an inch between where we draw the line
Sure some call it dangerous, but I just call it living, breathing,
Eating, sleeping, loving, scheming life
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2. |
It's On
03:14
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Off the wheel I'm a useless vessel
I can't hold water, myself together
Off the press I'm a broken record
I ain't got nothing but repeat pleasure
All my engines are turning over
The feeling's gone, I'm just growing older
All the grass on the greener side
I just feel the pressure of growing mine
It's on
I ain't got nothing, no ace in my hand
Just these racing thoughts, but you got your plans
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3. |
Motion and Change
05:24
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What is your passion, is it running the race
Is it seeing the lines drawn on the road
From where you are back the place
That you were for a little while and now you're gone
Do you have an answer to the people who say,
How far will you go
And how long is this gonna take
Well I don't know, they don't care, you refuse to wait
'Cause if you lose your hold on the moment
You might hesitate
So pack your bags and grab what money you have
And listen to those words echo as you walk away
Maybe it's the scream of the railroad tracks
Speaking the language of your heart
Maybe it's the look of the shadows of the trees
Passing on the hood of your car
Maybe it's the blue of those wide open skies
Bigger than the back of your mind
Maybe it's the hand that you felt in the dark
Reaching from the other side
Whatever it is you got to drive
You ain't gonna sit around and waste no more time
Where is the beauty, is it feeling the pain
Is it keeping track of all the loss
All the motion and the change
You're moving a mile a minute now
Are you feeling pleasure with the wind in your face
Is it casting your cares to the breeze
Leaving behind miles of red tape
Wrapped around the eyes of the people who don't see it the same
And if you lose your sight of the future
There ain't no cause to be afraid
Simply close your eyes, point your finger to the map
And listen to those words as they fade away
Maybe it's the scream of the railroad tracks
Speaking the language of your heart
Maybe it's the look of the shadows of the trees
Passing on the hood of your car
Maybe it's the blue of those wide open skies
Bigger than the back of your mind
Maybe it's the hand that you felt in the dark
Reaching from the other side
Whatever it is you got to drive
You ain't gonna sit around and waste no more time
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4. |
Strange New World
05:12
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What is this breath of life
You breathed into these dusty bones last night
I swear I saw the spirit move
Passing through the shadows of my mind
Something so new as life
Ain't nothing quite stranger than the truth
Opposed to lies
That snake their way into our minds
And I see it clearly 'cause I heard it in the wind
It whispered in my eardrums, I Am as I have always been
What are those lights up in the sky
Keeping track of days and nights
I ain't never seen something so bright
All those glitzy glamour queens don't
Look half as nice as what I see
From where my body lies
And as they move, I also move
Guide me through this strange new world
I see it clearly in the light of the sun
It's written in the sky now, I Am will guide you home
What is this clear and cooling flow
Rushing through my fingers
That I can't seem to hold
And every time I grip tighter it just seems to go
Away, running down the mountains
And cutting valleys on it's way
To the sea
Never gets tired in the mid-day heat
And I see it clearly in the crashing of the waves
Like a tree by the water, I Am is your strength
What is this pull from rib to rib
Woke from sleep I must be dreaming
Hands move to fit inside a song
Words cannot express this moment
Your bones belong to mine
Close within this restless ocean
Flesh of my flesh I do reside
Deep within your heart of hearts
And I see it clearly in the pulsing in my chest
It's written on my heart now, I Am is your rest
And I see it clearly, 'cause I heard it in the wind
It whispered in my eardrum, I Am and I will always be
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5. |
Learn to Laugh
03:24
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I'm sitting in a studio of artists
They're telling me I got to be their friend
They want me to give them all my money
For the sake of living
On the edge of something they say only they can understand
I'm staring at their photographs of mountains
Wondering at which point they meet the sky
Wishing we were standing up there on them
So I could see with my own eye
Instead of the memory, the vantage point of some other guy
The photo tells me nothing of this man
Or the girl who stands of to his side
No clues to the world that he's forsaken
To capture this moment in time
I bet that he regrets every time he hears that camera rewind
The woman she is beautiful and patient
Always giving all she has to him
Willing to be pushed out of the picture
For the sake of that man making a living
Off the beauty that was created by somebody else's hand
I know I take advantage of your loving
Just like this man did to his better half
But I no longer want to push you to the corners
For the sake of getting one good photograph
I want to take you everywhere and loving you 'til there ain't no loving left
And we might cry and cry and cry until we learn to laugh
Yeah we might cry and cry and cry until we learn to laugh
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6. |
How It Starts
03:17
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This is how it starts
With a thought that you thought you thought
but never really did
Tell me how you are
The last time that we talked
I wasn't really listening
All I could think about was how beautiful you are
The butterflies and stars
Painted in the sky
And reflected on your skin
The fragments of our hearts
Broken up by past and present experiences
The piecing back together of which is wholly miraculous
I can only guess
Why sometimes God he answers prayers
And sometimes he don't
But through this awful mess
That we mistakenly perceive
As living flesh and bones
He is working to once again bring us home
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Brendan Burke Cork, Ireland
Originally from Berks County, Pennsylvania...currently living in Cork, Ireland...
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