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I Hear Your Voice
03:43
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Give me a shelter in this foreign land
I'll run the hills like the primal man
Days and nights full of unbound hope
Plant a seed and let it grow
I asked my lover, "Won't you stand by me?
We're on the edge of eternity
Fade to dust, but before we go
See the stars? We shine like those."
And as the night came down, we watched the map
A pall spread over me, but you brought me back
(CHORUS)
I hear your voice
Calling me back
When nights are red
When hearts are black
When all my dreams up and turn to smoke
Each moment that we share is frozen in time
We tumble through them on spiraling lines
The world is a prism and love is new
A cosmic dance between me and you
And as the night came down, we watched the map
A pall spread over me, but you brought me back
(CHORUS)
I'll be the voice
Calling you back
When nights are red
When hearts are black
When all your dreams up and turn to smoke
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It's the beautiful land that we live in
It's the blue, green days that we're given
It's the forests of cedar; the wisdom of motion
And hearts going back to the ocean
It's the bright days that fill us with wonder
It's the dark nights that pull us asunder
The trees are all flowering; it's giving me emotion
It's hearts going back to the ocean
(CHORUS)
Hear the words your giving me
Take 'em on the run
Days we laid in the sun
Nights when we wondered how long we could run
And hearts going back to the ocean
There's a place in the back of the hollow
Where the trillium grows I will follow
I heard the pines crying out, "Time never ceases
It's you and me that break into pieces."
(CHORUS)
I packed all of the years that I loved you
Into boxes and boarded a flight to
The high southern mountains to hear Spanish voices
And wonder at all of our choices
(FIRST VERSE)
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3. |
Ghost in the Hills
03:55
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Drove up north to familiar haunts
Soft and white, I watched the steam rise above the Piedmont
Outside the rain was pouring; Mathew hit the coast
When I die, Lord, send me right back here as a ghost
A cool apparition, the ghastly pall
Float around till the end of days and watch the mountains fall
Bury me below the earth and mourn me not above
The slow fade, melt away; become the things we love
The old conversation, a father to his son
He said, "I'm waiting on the other side of '71"
What could I do but give him all my love?
Two days and he drove away to the sweet land above
Virginia hills; I saw the blood moon rise
Three o'clock in the afternoon – what a surprise!
Bach on the radio, the “Air in G”
Fade to static; the Walker Mountain Tunnel swallowing me
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4. |
Tattered Fog Around You
03:12
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Tattered fog around you
The ocean seems to ground you
Blue to grey to green with winter foam
Mission street is there to take you home
The up down undulation
Depth and breadth: Elation
Screaming like a banshee underground
Listen to that hollow holy sound
Gardens growing ardor
Trees that rise to guard her
Sunday morning promise on the streets
Sit and watch the manic bridge recede
Ocean arms around me
Lift me up; I'm drowning
Rise above the pearled city lights
Soften and surrender to the night
Summer desiccation
Western observation
Staring at the frozen raptor sky
Lay your head and drift away awhile
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5. |
Children of the Sun
04:42
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Wander through the memory
Fill my heart with song
Forgive me if I've ever been recluse or done you wrong
Cold north wind starts blowing
Wind chime going strong
The old man out in winter's been away for far too long
I'm wondering where we'll go tonight
Let's own the night
Let's be the light
So, take me back in memory
A time we left behind
Cotton woods and fireflies against the summer sky
Cane break 'round the garden
Inside our love is all
There's nothing left between us
Let's watch the mountains fall
So, pack your bags and go tonight
Let's own the night
Let's be the light
(CHORUS)
'Cause we are children of the sun
Drawn together, dust to dust, becoming one
The future burns for us
The past lives on
'Cause we are children of the stars and of the sun
Viola canadensis
You'll find it on the streets
Rainbow rider right downtown, snowdrops at your feet
Future eyes are watching you
Sneaking through the dark
Don't let the memories pass away
Turn them into art
I'm wondering where we'll go tonight
Let's own the night
Let's be the light
(CHORUS)
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6. |
Beyond the Grave
03:53
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Lovers' flight under the eye of night
New bent light plays on heaven's stage
Branch and bone both creek and moan
Leave are blown, flesh dissolves away
Oh! It's a long and lonely road
Till we reach our northern home
(CHORUS)
You follow me
Beyond the grave
Journey out in time and space
Where stars are born
Where we were made
I'll meet you there at end of days
Red delight; it's a sailor's night
Watched that light fade from green to grey
Coming home is a sweet repose
All is old, and yet all is changed
Oh! It's a long and lonely road
Till we reach our northern home
(CHORUS)
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7. |
All Your Love Is Loud
04:35
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All my love is a whisper
Comes down softer than the winter
But, all your love is loud
All your love is loud
(CHORUS)
All your love is loud
Bouncing off the walls
Echoing sound
Soft and low out in the evening
Moonlight fell while we were sneaking
And, all your love was loud
All your love is loud
(CHORUS)
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8. |
Hearts in Reverse
01:01
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Chris Tomazic Durham, North Carolina
I was born near Cleveland, and spent my formative years in Athens, OH studying music and making friends with trees. Now, I live in the Piedmont and spend my days playing guitar, piano, and violin, and recording my music in my home studio.
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