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I'm not afraid to die—I dove off the Russia on the midnight mid-Atlantic. I'm not afraid of you—I've seen the path from Albion to Calais. I'm not afraid to try. I woke my dreams of gold and fame and brought them to the cliffs. I'm not afraid to change. They will know my name before I'm through.
So here I go across the sea...
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Try
04:14
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It's true I don't know how to heal the things I can't feel. Could I let you down? I'm so afraid. Your plea, what a wondrous thing!
And your tears take shapes that I don't know. And your eyes seem like they can't be dried And I had to let you know that I would like to try.
In the meantime I'll try to be just what we need of me. Could you crack a smile? I'd love to see. Your heart, what a wondrous thing!
And your smile takes shapes that I don't know. And your eyes seem like they can't be described. And I had to let you know that I would like to try.
And I can't bank on all my plans; who knows if they'll stand? Will we make it out? It's a mystery. This life, what a wondrous thing!
And your future takes shapes I don't know. And the odds say we can't get ours intertwined. And I had to let you know that I would like to try.
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Every day I don't know where I've been. I've fallen off the boat to swim. I've lost my raft. Ball, chain on my foot. Gasp, air, need breath. Someone help! But no one would.
Once at the bottom I saw a thing. I thought it was you, but I was dreaming. To my dismay the ill-shaped figure approached my ear.
And the ghost said ooh.
There was the corpse, lying on the ocean floor. I saw myself, I was out of body, out of my mind. What do I do? Where do I go? Am I the same? I walked out on myself. Out on myself.
And the ghost said ooh.
And the ghost screamed ooh.
And I lost track of time. My life support went low. The beating of my heart was dimming down. And the sound of that familiar voice was the medicine shooting me back to the surface.
Because the ghost said I know your pain--I've seen so much worse. So stop whining, just listen to what I say.
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The Part that Lives
04:17
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While our hands are blistered and our tongues swollen with lies, we'll have plans and failures. We are running out of time.
Wait for me, O Eternity! My life is a work in progress. My life is a life to use. My death is an infant step to the lasting day, the life consumed.
When our souls are rescued and our bodies left alone, to the place that's living will the part that's living go.
Wait for me, O Eternity! My life is a work in progress. My life is a life to use. My death is an infant step to the lasting day, the life consumed.
Infinity began in eternity past. You spoke its name, You spoke its name. My soul burns at eternity. You spoke its name, You spoke its name.
Wait for me, O Eternity! My life is a work in progress. My life is a life to use. My death is an infant step to the lasting day, the life consumed.
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Is anything done selflessly when it is done so visibly? Who could give to the point of a dependency?
He makes the sun rise on the good and bad, and on all of us he makes sure rain will fall.
So love the ones who won't love back. Love the ones who can't love back. Love the ones that will show you how to die. You have to learn how to die.
No, a mansion's not a home, with space enough to be alone. My wealth will rot right through my bones.
He makes the sun rise on the good and bad, and on all of us he makes sure rain will fall.
Love the ones who won't love back. Love the ones who can't love back. Love the ones that will show you how to die.
You have to learn how to die.
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A Long Drive
02:48
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Having too much of a good thing never crossed my mind. When I saw you on a bus ride, you were coming back to hide.
You were honest. You were bright. You were right.
Wasting too much of a good thing, I couldn't stand your eyes. When I left you with your tears out, you were standing in a light.
You were honest. You were bright. You were right.
It's time to make this right, this thing that I have steered.
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Prelude
04:06
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1875
05:10
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I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being alone. If I could travel faster than light would I still be alone? I'm tired of passing the days. I'm tired of passing the days. If I mastered the sun and the sky would I find what I want?
I'm looking for answers now in the science of time and space. Will I find somebody to love me—will I find a home? I'm burning the atmosphere. I'm blinking the world away. This rocket I built with my hands starts to melt and shake, and it's hot when it's so real.
Captain, what did you see? A channel? Celebrity? If you conquered the wind and the waves would you find what you want? Now it's hot on these white cliffs, and it's 1875.
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Meet Me in Montauk
06:27
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When I lay and close my eyes, I roll over onto my side and sleep. And now and then I view a scene from the faintest, sweetest dream of you. You run, you laugh, you tell me all, but when I wake up I cannot recall things like the contour of your smile that would brighten all the skies. And as conscious seconds fly, the memory dies.
I chase the night because I lose you in the light. And I close my eyes because they refuse to lie.
Are you real? I ask alone, but no real answer ever seems to come to me. Now days are long, I cannot sleep. The daylight now threatens to keep you from me. Now its night and I'm not tired, so I drive for miles and miles. And I run out to the lake where I long to stop and gaze at the stars that fill the skies and clear the clouds blurring my eyes. I drop back into the snow and I feel you here at my side.
I chase the night because I lose you in the light. I close my eyes because they refuse to lie.
Sand on the floor, I walked out the door, now I wish that I had stayed. Still heavy with fear from the words I hear, so go drenched with disdain.
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The wheel runs cold, hands brittle as braking; the road I am taking is making me old. Time slows down, traveling backwards, examining your words for traces of sound. I'm out of the car, stumbling forward, scared of the door and what could be found.
And I've been here before. And I've been here before.
I know the scene well. I have dreamt of it often, but time couldn't soften the pain it would bring. I see you there. Your hair is a mess. It was always your smile that I loved best. You look kind of scared to see me here. You shed a tear and I do the rest.
And I've been here before. And I've been here before.
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Optimistic
07:04
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I don't have the patience for the problems that I've got. If I don't use your name it's 'cause I'm scared that I forgot.
I can't explain the way the world can be. When I have to teach my son about the way the world should be, I hope by then I understand the crazy things I see.
Nothing great is easy says the captain's epitaph. Words are for the living, stone and soil for the passed. I haven't found a calling and I haven't found a wife.
No matter what I say is wrong or right, you can't ignore that soft voice in your heart.
But I believe in life.
No matter what I say is wrong or right, you can't ignore that soft voice in your heart.
I can't explain the way the world can be. When I have to teach my son about the way the world should be, I hope by then I understand the crazy things I see.
I glaze my eyes…
Past the trappings of this place I found you. You were happy and alone. All I can do is take you for granted now that you're here…
I know it's not right.
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Pop Philosophy
10:52
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If I were a wise man standing in circles on a white submarine, oh all the places we'd go. And if I saw the world through colors on a canvas and a song in the wind, oh all the places we'd go.
We'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go.
If I were a thief with a cherry tree in hand and priest by my side, there'd be nowhere left to hide. And if I were a strong man with hands to move mountains there'd be no need for faith, I'd go where I wanted to go.
We'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go.
But I am just a poor man waiting for a kingdom that is already here, a king that draws near to me. What's behind is what's ahead; the land of the living dead is the place that we long for, the place we long to go.
We'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go.
We'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go.
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Christmas Fuller Project Fayetteville, Arkansas
Christmas Fuller Project was an indie pop/rock four-piece based out of Fayetteville, Arkansas. CFP formed in 2005 as an outlet for four singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalists to further craft their songs in a full-band setting. Over 3 iterations, the band included Brandon George, Tyler Ceola, Cameron Heger, Aaron Hopwood, and Nick Roland. ... more
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