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If you ask the old frost bitten branches all that they know
Their response would be long as the winters of ages since gone
When old man winter he came, brushed young leaves with silver
And of all his sounds, one sound I remember
He said, “son delight in all the simple ways”
My roots have known one place
My children stand at my feet
At my feet
In the barn lay the old haystack sleeper the farmer had shown him
To his loft to share tales of the treelines, and all that they’d told him
When old bows splinter and fall and men shall grow clever
But the words of the winter stand tall and mark us with weather
He said, “son delight in all the simple ways
All comes trickling, comes trickling,
Honey trickling, comes trickling
Wise words trickling, comes trickling
Honey trickling, comes trickling
Oh wise words like silver
Oh honey and silver
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Abilene
04:22
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Spriggs, additional percussion
I never knew how the buildings stood still
In the forests with parking lot meadows
My legs they’d fail
And I’d hit my head on the fog in the air
I’m a poor boy lost in the wrong types of mountains
My colors gone stale
So let’s move to the prairie
Where the houses feel like home (let me breathe)
Let’s move to the prairie
And the sirens call don’t match the bird’s song
We’re forced to learn the wrong types of lessons
Our colors gone stale
And the more we scrape off the sky
The more I know, we’re all just imposters
Colors gone stale
And the river froze last night
You know the river froze before my eyes
The river always seems to toil and turn
Progress what a habit to unlearn
The sun it comes it comes and melts us to movement
So let’s move to the prairie
Yeah let’s move to the prairie
Let’s move to the prairie
Where the houses feel like home
The houses feel like home
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Sin Fronteras
04:42
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Cold like the river
Crept into my bed
I sleep while my brothers
Are walking north instead
Oh there’s the water
Rushing round their tread
As borders grow wider
Their fears are in my head
Oh I’m the man with his house upon his back
He is thirsty, we are thirsty
Oh I’m the woman with her kid around her neck
She is lovely, we are lovely
Hands of another
Cake my feet with sand
As borders grow wider
Their fears are in my head
And cries of a mother
Ring across the land
She made us dinner
With broken blistered hands
Oh today you’re thirsty
Oh tomorrow it’s me
Oh today you’re hungry
Oh tomorrow it’s me
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Color The Night
02:38
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Love is a fire that will burn your eyes
It will scorch your skin if it burns just right
I’m a fool I’m a fool and I took that light
And I built a star on a hill that night
Oh my Lord oh my Lord
I’ll regain my sight
Fight the devil’s snare
In the deep of the night
And the push and the pull
Of that changed light
Melts the crowns of men and oh
You know that battered man with his bleeding eye
A king by dark, but a beggar in the light
Oh a soul, oh my soul will be brought to light
When the thicket burns and colors the night
All this fright all this fright
And the devil’s in the night
Never knew which arrow pointed north
But there’s a fire on the hill
And the grass is getting warmer
On my barefeet always pointed home
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For Those Without a Home
03:49
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Are we afraid? Is there caution in our faces?
Don’t run away. Are we afraid?
What is a home? Is it here or in the mountains?
If I move on, will you be gone?
What will we miss when?
We chase our visions?
We are but children
But we’re the kids all chasing home
Oh brother oh brother
Oh come along now
Oh mother hey mother
We’re chasing home
Let’s scream it out
Let’s hit the ground
We are the kids all chasing home
And all my friends, they feel it too
The pull of valleys, the itch to move
We are the kids all chasing home
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