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Caves (Intro)
03:56
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Poked our heads out of the caves
To see what's left now in the morning
Silent springs and still waters
Dead sons and barren daughters
I watched our hopes wash
Ashore with rotten driftwood
We were senseless blind and stupid
Oh at last we've come to ruin
Slowly night falls, and its silence
Come down to weigh upon us
In quiet streets with burned out streetlights
Just your heartbeat matching the rhythm of mine
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Vancouver
03:33
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Life in the city
It's a young man's game
To the forest I will go when I grow old
I can't make sense of all these people
All these people, oh
Understand me
Understanding's not my strength
The wind blew
Off the water
And I breathed it in
It was cold inside my chest
I thought of Vancouver
The shining snow upon your mountains
Oh my soul
Oh my soul yearns
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3. |
Wet Coast
04:58
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I don't mind the rain
Or the fog
When living close to the water
The cold can't touch my bones
I'm warm
As long as I don't get lonely
On the wet coast
Where I built my home
On the wet coast
Where I will grow bearded and old
I will lose my hair
My strength
And be of use to no one
Like fungus in the hollow
Of a tree
Replaced by better machines now
On the wet coast
Where I built my home
On the wet coast
Where I will grow bearded and old
Years may pass unnoticed
As the river flows
I live only to keep living
And when my time is come
Lay my body down
Return me to the soil
Of the wet coast
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4. |
Back To The Trees
05:47
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The animals that you love
Given the chance will tear you limb from limb
Every creeping thing in the dirt
Given the chance would gladly feast upon your skin
You say that's how the world works
The smaller fish is eaten by the bigger
You say that's how the world works
Oh, but this doesn't work, this doesn't work
Did they discover fire
To drive us back to the trees?
Did they discover fire
To drive us back to the trees?
Pass the word through the wire
To drive us back to the trees?
Did they discover fire
To drive us back to the trees?
The ones that we left behind
We call them savages, oh barbarians
In their houses and restaurants and streetcars
Oh barbarians
Wires grown into their chests
Pumping blood to computers
You say that's how the world works
Oh but this doesn't work, this doesn't work
Did they discover fire
To drive us back to the trees?
Did they discover fire
To drive us back to the trees?
Pass the word through the wire
To drive us back to the trees?
Did they discover fire
To drive us back to the trees?
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This is not about you
And it's not about me
And why should we matter?
At the end of the day
Someone's on the frontline
And who could be better?
Oh I know
Oh I watched
The bombs falling
Below the heights
And I thought
As surely as man is born unto troubles I will disintegrate
As the sparks fly upwards
Oh what a piece of work
What a piece of shit is man
Seeking only to incinerate
As the sparks fly upwards
If I could go back to the home we had together
I would crawl there from the ends of the Earth
I remember the grass
Yellow in the summer
Crushed underfoot
And I cried thinking
About those kids dressed like soldiers
Crushed underfoot
Oh I know
Oh I marched
Always beside them
With the bullets on my back
As surely as man is born unto troubles
The cities will return to dust
As the sparks fly upwards
Oh what a piece of work
What a piece of shit is man
Back into the dirt
As the sparks fly upwards
If I could go back to the home we had together
I would crawl there from the ends of the Earth
As surely as man is born unto troubles
I will disintegrate
As the sparks fly upwards
Oh what a piece of work
What a piece of shit is man
I will disintegrate
As the sparks fly upwards
If I could go back to the home we had together
I would crawl there from the ends of the Earth
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