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Tigris (No Tomorrow)
08:13
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Winding white stream that flows ever faster
Runs its course and dissolves in the sea
Filled with all that it's passed on its way
Have you come here in search of an answer
In the hour of your heart's malady?
In the midst of your rending apart?
Walk with me along the way
By the edge of a precipice
So enchanted there with nothingness
The extinguishing sentiments
Let us live without tomorrow
Once I heard that a great chain of Being
Ran from God through the angels to me
Chain unbroken through all of time
Ghostly shapes in the shade by the river
Wan and ghostly the light on the ground
Ghostly all that was once beautiful
But beauty I see as I
Plunge my eyes into the abyss
Never such a tempting sight as it
Dance of death in the sunset
Might as well be no tomorrow
Strong the soul that can pass into silence
Set free at the long river's end
And in silence released from the dream
In that ocean of innocence
All is lost and all forgiven there
Never-ending cadence
For a nature thrown and fallen
Held out into nothingness
With everything before and after us
Closer now, the horizon
And I know there's no tomorrow
No tomorrow
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2. |
Joy's Desire
06:36
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Under cathedral tower's spire
The joy of my waiting
Joy, my desire
Up from the bridges of despair
A song of devotion climbs the air
Waking, and through my windowpane
A voice full of sadness cries out in vain
Wrapped in the sorrowful sublime
Respite in the time spent standing in the shadow
Of a mountainside
Joy's desire
Stand there broken-hearted
I raised high the blade
But God stayed my hand
In a vision in the desert
In my heart's holy land
I return there again
When in death's lonely throes
To the ground of my beseeching
Where the red flower grows
Oh world without end
As I walk valleys through
With a sorrow everlasting
And a mountain in view
Under cathedral tower's spire
The joy of my waiting's song rising higher
And higher, and hoping love may be
More than a blinding shadow cast forever
By a mountainside
Joy's desires
And their broken-hearted
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3. |
The Light On The Water
06:37
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To that land, sorrow
In whispers I have known
And heard told of a secret that lies therein
One true release from despair and sin
It fell to me,
Gift in mystery
And I carried it down to the world below
Down in a time when the passions grow
For this world, I yearned
To love me in return
But only a siren can beg and plead
With the light on the water and in the trees
And it moved within
One like a spirit wind
I pictured her as a glimmering stream
That flows from the heart of the endless dream
Come drink at last
This poison in my glass
Once, only once, and forever again
Come take my hand
And through the shifting sands
Walk in this shadow, a world without end
Because hell we froze,
And gates of heaven closed
The Holy, Holy Lord of Hosts
Has dissolved in the mist as a living ghost
So to whither away
As the hours and the days go by
But I can yet be moved
And the sands ever soothe my pride
In that wellspring
Water is wine
Bringing everything to life
In that morning
Bright as the mind
Love is on a wing
But the rose from the ground I could not beseech
The light on the water was out of reach
In this land I roam,
To find the long way home
If you tell me the secret I knew before
All that I ask, and nothing more
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4. |
At The Break Of Day
03:35
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Void in the hesitant, waning light
Blood of an innocence shed in spite
Beast in the tall grass, biding time
Ghost of the hidden past, bread and wine
In a high church spire
Over the field of fire
In the pale sunshine
At the break of day
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5. |
Maysong
07:57
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Oh my pride,
White flower so fair
Fair winter of mine
Held in this,
My somber appending
That in ending I might
Be remembering a birdsong in May
Sung from on high
Up above,
The ringing of bells
Into and endless sigh
Snowy veil, befitting a bride
Kindred spirit that I
Wed in the ashes of a long summer's day
Wrung from my eyes
Endlessly does the vastness cry
Where a songbird flown far away
Once so heavenly a love song did sing
Screams in the night
Drawing near
The snow-swirling air
Whence our fates were entwined
Tendrils climb
The frostbitten hands
Held in rapture with mine
Once we would upon awaking rejoice
Now eventide
And our time
And time hereafter
Turn in the raging fire
Burning still
Into the slumber
Under church tower's spire
Dove descending the bright windowpane
Lately inspires
And oh how that vastness cries
Yet so strange a joy still I find
And even as the angel of death
Stands at my side
Cast me white mountainside
For a moment just to stand there in
That clear running stream
When I walked in your garden
When I lay on your shore
When I dwelled in your Eden
Fallen now, fallen evermore
To the world
Down below
Hopes for storming the heavens
Come to naught in the end
But the red rose of bleeding
If so held in the trembling hand
May redeem
Now and again
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6. |
Standing On The Shore
08:22
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Take me, and be gone
And turn away
Old friend I've remembered
Standing there with nothing more to say
Go, lay to rest
What will never be
As I, once lost in a shadow
Am seeing now with nothing more to see
All that windy day
In the falling snow
All the time caught in the narrows
Between the hour of lead and letting go
All forgiven now
And undone at last
Goodbye, cult of sorrow
And all the dreams of running out the past
Come a time
A summer time
When every little thing
Comes back again
A time
When each of us
Will be standing on the shore
And each of us
Will be standing on the shore
The one in whom
I came to rest
The whole great world of our making
Set off now into space, but I am blessed
Blessed, with much time to
Think of and fight
Love and life everlasting
And ships out on the water in the night
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7. |
White Mountainside
05:02
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On your wall, a picture of
Sisters on a mountainside
Your hair is long, your face is fond
Mountainside and lonely shore,
Rock that in its shift has left me
A mind on fire, a heart at war
Chase the pretty little ghost through the old dark place
Though I am a ghost myself, you elude me again
And again
And may your star shine brightly
Mountains high
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