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Virgin
04:40
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Virgin
You have so many borders
Like aerial views of New Orleans
You have libraries and queries
Judges and juries
Have nots and have yachts
You have orchards and oceans
And almost emotions
You have so many hammers
To play your voiceless pianos
On your thrones and their gutters
You stagger and stutter
With rainbows and A-bombs
You cry with no language
And we have to manage
And you sung like the angels strum
To the storms in your mornings
And released like the autumn trees
Your fires on the ocean
Burning thick and thin
Burning bangs within
Burning darkness with your woos
To kneel heal to you
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Little Songbirds of God
05:48
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R.e.j.o.i.c.e
04:34
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R.E.J.O.I.C.E
You could bring me down
And you could cave me in
With your necklaces
And text messaging
You could cast your net
Over a thousand seas
And you could bring me joy
And you could make me weep
And you could make crosswords
Of all the men you keep
You could even have dances
With sad bastards like me
So rejoice...
My only love
Your birds will kneel
And hum apologies to my heart
And I will forgive you
So forgive me
I cry with all my heart
Dancing when all is over darling
Like a supernova
Rejoice again...
Rejoice and cry with me
We dance under children's feet
Rejoice with enemies
Rejoice before you start
With bullets that shoot your heart
Rejoice, rejoice and conquer me.
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4. |
We Shall Get In
06:49
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We Shall Get In
With the sadness
With the starving
With the rejects
With the crying
With the starving
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We Hope in All Things New
No more lamentation
No more acquisitions
You know desolations row
No more
Amen
No more accusations
No more retributions
You know my generation
No more
Amen
No more battalions
No more pontifications
Coca-colonialisation
No more
Amen
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6. |
To the Bells
03:18
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To the Bells
With anger burring in the night
We rode canoes like Israelites
Old cricked trees that scorch and peel
Your arms were instruments of steel
I hear the murmurings of tribes
With these businessmen and bribes
And arrows flung across the land
To the bells of Abraham
Like oil clustered in the night
Porirua and Kelvin Heights
I drink the cup before the rain
Subsides these districts drunk again
When I was shown the Promised Land
With cigarettes and dust guitars
I saw tobacco slums and gangs
With every pick up line from bars
And politicans in the towns are talking heads with talking crowns
A corporation rolling through
And quarry wars that no one knew
And sons return to what once was land
To the bells of Abraham
I drunk with driftwood in taverns
I saw fists like silver ferns
Then yin and yang walked down the street
To the beat of Abraham
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Nine Pins
03:45
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Nine Pins
You could be beautiful before the world
Or beautiful to me, beautiful to me
What am I gonna do, without losing you?
You could be powerful before the world
Or delicate to me, delicate to me
What fate would allow, what I could do now?
Half falling down,
Down to you
Like it's almost love,
On the tip of my tongue,
Look what I could become
Half falling down,
Down to you
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The Rising Tide
Be beneath
The wide arc of clapping hands
The safe houses of merchant men
Run from the rising tide of conformity
Blue eyed boy
Why do you think that no one cares
And no one sings
What everyone's whispering?
Be beneath
The multinational lullaby
The white Negroes and their alibis
Run from the rising tide of conformity
Blue eyed boy
Why do you think that no one cares
And no one sings
What everyones whispering?
You're all whispering
Everyone's whispering
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All Trophies Won In Battle
Armies of kings
Kingdoms of poor
Attacked from gutters in broadcasts at morn
Apparently
So, Buddists trade
Orange robes for camouflage
And buy up guns
Pointing to hills
Where the Chinese live
And fill their bullets
With the milk of cobras
They settle in
Singing
All trophies won
Return to their slums
Next door Muslims
Then sharpen swords
Made from the factories of America
Meticulously
As Texans wait
To dilate
Mountainsides of sulphur
To mustard gas
Singing
All trophies won
Return to their slums
Soon leaders meet
In upstate New York
The leaders talk about democracy
With howitzers
Raised to the stars
Aimed at Iranians
Singing while steering
With ploughshares
Made from swords
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10. |
Brothers
04:24
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