1. |
Prelude
04:07
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2. |
Song Of Myself
03:55
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I am as Father Walt:
poet of body and soul.
I tell only truths
and there is truth in what I tell.
Listen well...
I spend most time alone
wondering how to feel.
These days I must confess
that I don't hate how good it feels
to be free.
I am the one who lies naked on the floor,
who won't walk out the door,
who will tremble at his core with thoughts of you.
I am the one who resigns himself, what for?
who will tell of goodness more,
who will sing this ancient score for far too long.
Please let go of the lie;
there is no one kind of love.
I must first hold myself
to every candle that I've burned
then light anew.
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3. |
Irish Winter
04:39
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I can't get you out under my front door
I can't build this house without leaving for sure
Mama's boys are pulling strings
as tykes just roll on by.
Heaven's gates are open wide
inside them millions cry.
I can't do without so you can't give in
Don't you trust that doubt,
you don't know where it's been.
Pretty fingers, monster claws,
and kites with broken wings;
back home there's an audience
all waiting to get in.
Be still and whole forever, my soul
don't put your knee down if you can.
No matter how I try
this won't end up alright.
Just promise we'll get through it soon
Now you're setting out and you're moving on
What's this all about and
where have you gone?
Rabbit feet and bouncing cars
and frozen blades of grass...
I'll write it all down for you
to see if it lasts.
Still not twenty five, got the rest of my life
I'll need it if you're gonna come home
Now I'm forty five and there's no reason why
I can't get what you want for me now
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4. |
Out of the Woods
04:21
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Well I don't always have a place to hide
but I don't need one now
'cause the worst is behind.
I can tell myself I never lied
but we both know that's irony disguised.
I know myself, I get tongue-tied
I'm a nervous man
and that hurts sometimes.
I don't always know what's deep inside
if I knew back then
what I couldn't know now I'd be
out of the woods tonight
I'd be wiser without any fight.
Ain't no vision that can't be changed,
ain't no conversation can't be rearranged
and I won't stop until I reach the sky...
I get excited, it's a source of pride
when I finally find the words to supply.
I always figured that if I rely
on myself there's no way that I can't get by.
I'll be honest now, I can't abide
by the spoken law which every man denies.
I've been thinking and I guess I've died
but nothing's stopping me from coming back to life and getting
out of the woods tonight
getting wiser in spite of fright.
Ain't no vision that can't be changed,
ain't no conversation can't be rearranged
and I won't stop until I reach the sky...
For all the days that I'm checked out
full of certain doubt
there's ever more that I can flout instead.
Everything I can't undo
I've been wanting to.
Though I haven't been missing you,
it's just "the way that it should be."
I'm getting out of the woods tonight
I'm getting wiser and I know I'm right.
Ain't no vision that can't be changed,
ain't no conversation can't be rearranged
and I won't stop until I reach the sky...
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5. |
Postlude
04:33
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Matt Sheeley Saint Paul, Minnesota
Passionate folk pop paired with intimate poetry. Lush arrangements inspired by spiritual nature communion and containing fragments of childhood photographs. Poetry with depth that is meant to be explored and music that supports it. All of these are synonymous with Matt Sheeley. ... more
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