1. |
Pray
04:58
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The locusts are gone
it's time to make wine
and thank the gods
She moves closer to you
all of her words
in a network of flesh
Pray
on my touch lover
and then it'll be gone
this strange non-chalant
war of worry
They couldn't tame you at all
though you have to admit
they definitely tried
Now you're like dry lines of Shakespeare
blowing away.
Pray
on nights undiscovered
and when you feel strong
fall on her lawn
tell her your story.
Stay
a long time
don't go
your eyes need to read
with utter disbelief
the signs by your roadside
Sigh.
The constitution has been stolen
but still all the flags
they are waving around
they sell you your shackle
then act like you owe them
as they chain you to the ground.
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2. |
Sky, Morning*
00:55
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3. |
Tuesday
04:08
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4. |
Neighbors
03:23
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5. |
Staircases*
01:36
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6. |
Give, Tell, Walk
04:32
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7. |
Ladder, New World*
01:56
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8. |
All Your Hours
05:42
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"All your hours are wings that beat through space
from self to self"
and on the lightest of your days you float,
you cast your spells
you smell like roses thoroughly baked in the drawn out days
and when you touch, you touch with love
and nothing else compares
Was I the one?
Was I the man?
Who watched it all, with empty hands?
Call your lovers, call your friends,
tell them that you're new
make believe the powers that you made tell you what to do
Circumcise the angels' eyes
with tenderness of time
all your hours are wings that beat through space
from self to self
Was I one the man who watched it happen empty hands?
You all
so long
so long
so long
love each other
I'm gone.
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9. |
The Breeze*
02:54
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10. |
Prophet
03:32
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Your crossed eyed maitre'd is laughing
the wind between the trees is laughing and
the leaves are not so sure
what's so funny
Standing in the last chance hall
killing time, having a ball
and the critics all think you're
very cunning
I know I'm not an acrobat
and I know I don't know exactly where it's at
but missing you is making me
breathe kinda strange.
And I know that when you think on love
you look to me and then you look above
where the stars,
they're all writing your next
page.
And your story is all the rage.
Forgotten tramps and last night's anthems
woke this morning wondering what happened
then they finally smiled and walked away.
You were standing there beating pavement
wondering why you couldn't rearrange the things you had once tried to say
And I know I'm not some kind of prophet
but I don't know why no one has really offered
to tell you what you need to understand
That you are like the water
that no one else will drink like they ought to
and the stars,
they're all falling
for you.
It's all true.
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11. |
Everything Is Next
04:19
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12. |
Next!*
01:10
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13. |
No Cure
07:10
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You say no cure
you want this
you want this love
it makes you free.
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Luke Janela Los Angeles, California
Luke Janela has been writing and recording music for many moons. He is a classically trained cellist, guitarist and singer.
He has fronted 15 albums. All bare a distinct character and tend to defy simple classification.
His music is urgent and innovative, moving from fol to punk to classical to electronic as a cohesive, contemporary whole
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