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There'll be a Time
04:13
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There'll be a time
When servants rise up against their masters
There'll be a time
When all that money buys is regret
There'll be a time
When we can see the value of value
Is not in this world
It's not in this world
There'll be a time
When children cease to be their parents
There'll be a time
When we start planting our own seeds
And we'll sing a dirge
When all the institutions crumble
And we change our minds
We'll change our minds
There'll be a time
When every circle will be broken
There'll be a time
When we escape from every ring
We'll have a wake
For every dying resolution
That prepared the way
That prepared the way
There'll be a time
When we reach back to our fathers
There'll be a time
When our mother's words ring clear
And we will graft
Our branches onto mercy
And grow into love
We'll grow into love
There'll be a time
When we'll the onward path pursue
There'll be a time
When every good vision comes to view
When we try to forgive
So forgiveness can be ours
And that's all that we'll need
That's all that we'll need
There'll be a time
When all that follow now will lead
There'll be a time
When the saints will intercede
And we'll sing a hymn
For all our doubts and resolutions
Absolving all fear
Absolving all fear
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Wheels of Nothing
03:34
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She looked behind her
And tried to feel different
But she had drank the river
And walked away thirsty
She stood by her soul
What fell from the table
Were crumbs of indifference
It is not to us to be filled
Only hunger pangs
And passion lonely
There is a song in here old guitar
She’ll get it tomorrow
That was six years ago
Sun opens the cherry blossoms
While we talk in circles
These wheels of nothing
Snow gathers upon the branches
As we talk in circles
These wheels of nothing
Facing down hoards of hesitation
Set fire to the foxes
In fields of stagnation
We threw the curtains open before the dawn
With wide eyed resilience
For the work to come
I played this guitar
And when my fingers got sore
I carried on
That’s how much I love you
I wrote these songs
It is my labor of luck
Like God
Growing in The Garden
How shall we sing
From our cubicles and money trees?
Deadlines and bottom lines
Never made for great poetry
How shall we dream
With the burden of industry?
We can’t hear the muses
Through the noise of sanity
All our blood
Our sweat and toil
Putting our shoulders
To these wheels of nothing
Once I was young
But now I’m older
Still walking in circles
These wheels of nothing
Putting our shoulders
To these wheels of nothing
Our hearts and our souls
In these wheels of nothing
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4. |
So Old and So Young
05:18
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With your mouth wide open your eyes can’t see
She was staring at the door fumbling with the keys
Pretending not to see me
She said, “We can find a way
Just don’t say those things you always say.”
You ruin our lives with a slip of your tongue
We were standing right there so old and so young
Snowy coastal trails make me open up my door
Kisses cold as love gone bad send frostbite to my bones
I could walk right out of here
She’d have nothing left but the bell on the door janglin’
In her ear
Only sit in cafes named for presidents
I talk in circles ‘till her mind gets bent
To my kind of thinking
Deserted downtown streets make me open up my door
5th Avenue at three a.m. is just me and darkened stores
Try standing up when it’s all caving in
There’s shadow on my eyes
And shadow on my chin
And something tell me I’m still in bed
Pop stops me at the door and says,
“Put on that shirt.
You’ve got to look good if you’re going to get hurt, boy.”
She looks at me like I’m coming home
With eyes as grey as love
But she knows how to give the slip
When pushing comes to shove
Take what you want to take
I don’t keep track of the score
Everything I ever wanted
Never was or is no more
She said, “All I want is some peace of mind,
With a man like you that’s so hard to find.”
You ruin our lives with a slip of your tongue
We were standing right there
So old and so young
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How Could I Know
04:07
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Mimesis
04:22
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7. |
Cold Rap at the Door
03:29
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Empty Handed Bandit
03:27
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Wake Up the Apostle
03:16
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A Traincar Vestibule
03:47
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Urban Jack Portland, Oregon
Urban Jack (aka Simon Milliman) is a composer, producer, rock & roller, photographer residing in Portland, Oregon. Other ongoing music projects include: Subterranean Howl, Fat Mannequins, and Azar.
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