1. |
Seed Shall Rise
04:34
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In the dark, in the snow, I am sleeping, I am frozen
In the sun, come the dawn, I am breathing, I am golden
And in the field, the lonely field, we are sowing, we are sowing
And on the soil, little stars: ever knowing, ever growing
Though doom may devour me, don't mourn
Come the thaw, we shall all be reborn
Heed my tribe
And the seed shall rise
Till our season dies
Through the crack, through the loam, we are pushing, gently pushing
And we'll amass, we will attack, river rushing, river rushing
We are one, we are the wheel, we are diving like the raven
Never fear, no never fear, little Hayven, little Hayven
Their daggers will reap us in vain
From this earth, we will leap forth again
Heed my tribe
And the seed shall rise
Out of the grieving skies
Pours a paradise
Till our season dies
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2. |
Receiving Me
03:41
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Act now, or you'll forever suffer
Don't miss this offer, I insist
Rewrite the story of your future
Before the great plot twist
I am the prophet of the signal
Script doctor sowing up your holes
If you stay tuned and never touch that dial
You'll never die alone
Behold the herald of the coming
Of a very special episode
Soon, all the B-list unbelievers
Will reap what they have sown
Are you receiving me, receiving me?
Do you believe in me, believe in me!
I will be your TV guide tonight
Dancing round the edges of your frail firelight
Each day, we pray for syndication
One show, in everlasting life
While up above, our long-ascended heroes
Cascade across the sky
So act now, and join the constellation
One by one, we're coming out to shine!
One truth is going to play on every station
'Cause this is our prime time
Are you receiving me, receiving me?
Do you believe in me, believe in me!
I will be your TV guide tonight
Dancing round the edges of your frail firelight
Are you receiving me, receiving me?
Believe in me, believe in me!
I will be your TV guide tonight
Dancing round the edges of your frail firelight
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3. |
Godmother
03:47
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Just call me god, or call me mother: either way, you're not wrong
I run the house: the house of Hedon where the freaks all belong
The wine is high; the beds are heavy with some very good friends
This is the house where the pleasure never ends
We cherish every breathless moment like we're on our death rope
Oh ma cherie, it gets so easy when you give up all hope
For there are angels in our bad angles, my dear
It's a lovely way to kill the fear
If you should chafe at how your life is always buttoned so tight
Come find yourself - and several others - under cover of night
You're not a wife, you're not a mother: let's no longer pretend
Here in the house where the pleasure never ends
We are the light that chases every lying shadow away
To leave the truth: that we will everyone be shambling some day
But there are roses that bloom on bodies
And salves to absolve us of all our little follies
And love will find us a-sleeping together
Our hearts bound up in a skein of wet leather
And this shall be our sweet prison forever and ever, my friends
Here in the house where the pleasure never ends
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4. |
Sin Eater
03:53
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I gave up all I had, now I am alone
And I die when something dumb reminds me of home
But if all I have is love and lantern light
At least I know
I need not fear the night
It broke my heart that evening I said goodbye
And I saw no understanding brighten her eyes
Crying why, love, why, when everything's so right?
I do it so
You need not fear the night
Please kick at me and spit on me
And cast me out alone
I have eaten up the sins of the world
So you might be absolved
I am walking, walking: desert, barrow and hill
But it's not so far till I'll forever be still
I will take with me that shame we hold so tight
Just so, my dear
We need not fear the night
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5. |
O Captain!
05:50
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That Sunday when I came back, you would not believe it
Tried to stop from hoping, frightened of the pain
Of letting your gate open, only for the demon
To rush inside your soul as I left you again
But it was all for nothing, 'cause I never came back
Just a simulacrum standing in my shoes
Missing something vital: memories of laughter
Innocence and heartache
This is what you lose
Darling, I wish I could remember how I felt
Before there was a war
When I was someone else
I swore I wouldn't cry
But now I don't know if I even could
They took my open eyes and stopped them up with blood
Someone's got to stand there, perfect as a pillar
Holding down his terror, propping up the wall
Watching as the dead tide beats against the boundary
Waiting to be drowned by some abhorrent squall
O, let me be your captain; trust in me, my brothers
Till I leave you lying fallow on the field
And those of us who come back: no one meets our eyes now
Frightened of the scars so artfully concealed
Darling, I wish I could remember how you felt
Before there was a war
When I was someone else
You turn into your hate, as surely as the swelling of the sea
I swore to keep you safe
But who of us will keep you safe from me?
You have to understand: the hero is the one who gives himself
His body may return
But he is someone else
You turn into your hate, as surely as the swelling of the sea
I swore to keep you safe
But who of us will keep you safe from me?
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6. |
One Good Doctor
04:14
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If you're lost, you're not alone
All you need is one good doctor
I will slice and I will mend
There's no sickness that I can't solve
From this hand, you'll spring anew
Though the meek will call you monster
Will it hurt? Oh it'll hurt
But that's how we all evolve
Listen close - there is a code
In the crackle of the counter:
Only change can light the road
Leading out of our great despair
There are worlds beyond the world
There are rhymes in every raindrop
Give me tools and give me time
And one day, I'll take you there
Who can save us from purity? Darwin, Darwin!
Who can light up your soul? Darwin, Darwin!
Ooh, it's growing inside of me
Beyond my control
Chaos came, and with a scream
Paradise was rent asunder
We are cursed to walk this earth
Till the sinner can heal the saved
Ugly boy, don't be afraid
As the ether pulls you under
You will wake a work of art
Made whole by my shining blade
Who can save us from purity? Darwin, Darwin!
Who can light up your soul? Darwin, Darwin!
Oooh, it's glowing inside of me
Beyond my control
If you're lost, you're not alone
All you need is one good doctor
I will slice and I will mend
There's no sin that I can't absolve
We will soar above the world
All electric in our wonder
Will it hurt? Oh it'll hurt
But that's how we all evolve
Yeah, that's how we all evolve
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7. |
Father Time
03:29
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Scout and me are having some quality time
The barricade is holding; the weather is fine
And I know some day I'll be a stranger in her eyes
But right now, my girl is a very good friend of mine
She's growing up as fast as she possibly can
She cocks her little shotgun just like her old man
It's a shame most heroes never stand the test of time
But right now, my girl is a very good friend of mine
You can't tell me nothing worth the winning goes away
It goes away
But that don't mean we can't get used to living for today
I just remember what my old man used to say:
Don't cry for the setting sun when the day's not yet begun
Old father time, you're a very good friend of mine
There's a big ol' world beyond this perimeter fence
And way too many holes in our inner defense
So give her love and ammo and some basic martial arts
And she'll be fine; gonna break all the young boys' hearts
One more slip and daddy's fit to crawl up from the ground
I always hoped that she would be the one to gun me down
But you know your kids can't follow every step you take
Gotta set them free to make their own mistakes
So you can't tell me nothing worth the winning goes away
It goes away
But that don't mean we can't get used to living for today
Just remember what your old man used to say:
Don't cry for the setting sun when that ol' day's not yet begun
Old father time, you're a very good friend of mine
Father time, you're a very good friend of mine
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8. |
The Apple Tree
05:25
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Hate is what you learn when your teacher cheats you
When the one you trust is the snake that eats you
Leaving nothing more than a skin of smiling wounds
And hate is all we found when we woke in mourning
Born into the fall with a dead sky dawning
Twisted up inside from our mothers' poisoned wombs
Daddy made a mess, but he could have saved us
Ah but no, his folly and greed betrayed us
We who live in heaven will leave our children hell;
If hate is all I know, then my daddy taught me well
Picture how it was in the growing thunder
Traders in the pit screaming out their numbers
Covering their ears till the roof went tumbling in
And Jesus never came, but the dead kept rising
Blossoms on the wind that you feared surviving
Nothing to bequeath but the wages of your sin
Oh, once I was a boy, and my hope still shivered
Fragile little faun not too long delivered
Trembling in the ditch where the dead and dying dwell
If hate is all I know, then my daddy taught me well
Don't go near the apple tree
I know it isn't meant for me
For knowledge is a savage tool
When carried in the hands of fools
Our father blew a bitter breeze
No apple in Hesperides
Was spared his all-consuming lust
We'll never know if heaven might have welcomed us
So who shall be the snake in this broken Eden?
Come to my embrace, and you'll soon be sleeping
Join the lullaby of a million mourning bells
If hate is all I know, then my daddy taught me well
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9. |
[Grave Intermission]
01:59
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10. |
My King
04:07
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It's at least seven miles since the godless defile
Where the raiders had left me for dead
On the kind of a night where the kids shake in fright
And make fortresses under their beds
Still, a song keeps me warm as I crawl through the storm
Though it steals every line that I sing
I love you, I hear you, my king
As in Hansel and Gretel, a trail of rose petals
Is snaking back into the wood
And there's no hint of fear in the eyes of the deer
Drawn to me by the salt in my blood
As I choke out the tune that my grandfather crooned;
When I fell, it would soothe every sting
I love you, I hear you, my king
I love you, I hear you, my king
If every rhyme has a reason
Something divine to believe in
Then those who die are still living
Carried on the waves
There's no light from the town, only night so profound
It could bury the brow of the hill
But the music that blows from the houses below
Tells me whole hearts are beating there still
Lovers weaving their symphonies, keener than winter
To keep them alive till the spring
I love you, I hear you, my king
I love you, I hear you, my king
I love you, I hear you, my king
If every rhyme has a reason
Something divine to believe in
Then those who die are still living
Carried on the waves
In a world beyond hope, we float with the ocean;
We fall and then rise and then fall
But the songs of the vanished still echo unblemished
Though all else is long past recall
I can count every breath between me and my death
But I still have enough for one thing:
I love you, I hear you, my king
I love you, I hear you, my king
I'll always be near you, my king
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11. |
They Call Me Mr Snips
03:51
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They call me Mr Snips
Fond of sinking ships
Ah, but don't hold that against me, I implore
I hear they sing my praise
When they brave my waves
As if prayer could make the fish forgive the shore
How you scrape and fawn, with your cassocks on;
Such a waste of breath, your childish piety
For if I ever heed your call, you'll wonder why you called at all
Hey, every ship is bound to sink eventually!
Am I the perfect god?
I never ride rough-shod
Upon your grudges or lascivious delights
And you can scream my name whenever you're in ecstasy or pain
And no lightning bolt will strip you of your sight
Ah, but I will claim my dues
A bond you can't refuse
When the cloud begins to glower on the sea
And soon, I'm going to rip your sails
Falling round your legs like wedding veils
Hey, you can run, but in the end you'll come to me
Oh god, we're going down!
Maybe it is not too bad to drown
If you don't fight, it can be peaceful, I have heard
But what's that shadow now, rising off the port and starboard bow?
It's a mountain, it's a monster, it's absurd!
Oh tell me what you want, my lord!
Say the word, I'll be your sword!
Take my faith if you'll just save me and my girl!
Well, I never met an atheist at sea
But if you want to pray, don't pray to me:
I'm just the biggest fucking lobster in the world!
On the killing swell
Tiny caravels
Crave my mercy as they battle with the waves
But soft, you godly fools
Sweet little dumplings in my gruel
Unless you hunger for a cruel inconstant grave!
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Tim Cameron Santa Monica, California
Tim Cameron hails from Liverpool, England, and now lives in Santa Monica. He is a songwriter and composer for commercials
and film, with clients ranging from the Clyfford Still Museum to the Navajo Nation.
His latest album, Hiker Midnight, tells the story of his 2400-mile hike from Mexico to Canada on the Pacific Crest Trail.
Email at tim@timcameronmusic.com
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