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Dedicated Love
02:10
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morning costs a little less today
dew is off on the waking
c’mon man I say we leave today
isn’t life for the makin’?
black fly’s song the harmonies decay
all around they’re falling
Islands off tonight let’s float away
love and bluster, the calling
and when living earth surrounds
dedicated love abounds
(Guitar solo)
and the loving hands prowl round
accompaniment of quiet sounds
hold me lonely
separate my thoughts
help our wilder ways
got no more than days
feed us, sift, and pray
all that’s left will be profound
c’mon man I say we leave today
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tell it true i’ll tell it true
my heart goes out to all of you
my heart goes out to all of you
once a child always one
my life spins off and has some fun
my heart goes on the rambling’ run
but i know it’s not
of your concern
the heart
has a lot
to learn
i will see the roses run
and i won’t tell no anyone
no i won’t tell not anyone
so far along
my heart
speaks wrong
not the first
won’t be the last
and i won’t be afraid to cast
no i won’t be afraid to cast
the only stone
there left unthrown
i am five and you are eight
and i will be old and irate
i will receive the latest craze
one more time
one more time
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Thorns
03:20
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(guitar intro)
hearts once remote now
in lockstep with your grace
what’s a thought for just
to tinker and erase
no more false love songs
that a heart can’t trace
i will share your thorns
keep them by my side
as our paths elide
who moves more softly
unbeknownst to us
stretch out that third had
deep down into the dust
isn’t that that thing?
nestled deep inside
set forth begone
as the heart subsides
i won’t ask for more
till the need’s in style
then i’ll ask for miles
(guitar solo)
and the old motions
of living we all know
forcefields of plenty
all packed away with snow
confine the hours
we sit and pray
mask all the things
unfit to display
i’ll remember now
float upon its days
bask inside the rays
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Trouble for the Birds
02:28
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more telling are the answers
than the feelings or the words
less trouble for the birds
i’ll tell you when i’ve lost my mind
my breath gone short my heart a whine
of forests gone to herd
less trouble for the birds
our walls reflect the 90s light
of dance halls separate from the night
in visions soft but sure
less trouble for the birds
i slip back into poison thoughts
and register no slightest hint
of moments lost for words
less trouble for the birds
a mask, a sense of doom erased
that lingered on a loved one’s face
or have you not yet heard?
the last call of the birds?
ooo ooo oooooo x3
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Body Surfer Toronto, Ontario
Body Surfer is the songwriting project of Canadian multi-instrumentalist Christopher Whitley.
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