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Holy, Holy
05:18
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There’s a way that pleasure is made-
but it no longer works that way
You are lost on your own dark sea
I’m underground waiting for thee
Neither one of us is bringing light
Either one of us- servants of night
Holy holy- the marks are made
Holy holy – how deep the grave
I’m just a boy who’s crying and crying
You’re just a girl who’s running and running
History is made up of repetition
The grooves they guide us into submission
Holy holy- the marks are made
Holy holy – how deep the grave
Hold my love- hold it long enough
Hold my heart- make it hard to let go
Hold my word- listen to its sound
When your cold- remember my embrace
I found a feather and some bones
The bird spirits searching for home
Am I the hawk who on the pigeon feasts
Or am I the pigeon- headless and relieved?
Am I the message or the messenger?
Am I the pilot or the passanger?
Well I know it’s a lesson- I should have learned
I know there’ll a price for THAT
But loneliness took me by the hand
Shapeshifted into a bottle of bad
Holy holy- the marks are made
Holy holy – how deep the grave
Chorus x2
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We built a fence to hold back the flood
oh what were we thinking?
Our hearts broke, the words flowed, through our throats
There’s no turning back
We had plans as sure as tattoos
all cut up like feet without shoes
Always walking back to you
I’m tired as dead flowers
It’s that age when cliché can’t move pain
I’ve got a collection of marks, against you, do you care?
Report cards mean nothing you knew I was fronting
(chorus)
The Sunset Taught me Goodbye (x2)
And oh there it goes (x2)
This is different, this is different and strange
But maybe what’s different is me
so sober for a change
Well Im just a shell of a man
I once was, but no more
All strung out on clean slates
I went weeks, beloved beer in my blood
Like a tag on my toe
I came up, for air, found myself
In the middle of nowhere and you certainly weren’t there
(chorus)
The Sunset Taught me Goodbye (x2)
And oh there it goes (x4)
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Gilded Age
05:40
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We serve our time on the good earths rind
And try to make life grow
We fall and cry- we too will die
But we’re not dead yet, though we’re badly hurt
(Chorus)
Can’t make your heart what it was before
Accept the break and cry for your new body
Accept the change and walk into your new life
We can no longer save for a rainy day
The endless sun will exact its pay
What’s young is gold and is all the rage
But youth is just a gilded age
(Chorus)
Can’t make your heart what it was before
Accept the break and cry for your new body
Accept the change and walk into your new life
You can’t water land with tears alone
The salt will dry the earth to the bone
So if you kill the bug then you starve the bird
And you give the devil the last word
(Chorus)
Can’t make your heart what it was before
Accept the break and cry for your new body
Accept the change and walk into your new life
Is something lost or is something gained?
All I know, is that I’ve changed!
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Old Century Blood California
Old Century Blood is the creation of Christopher James Bowers. He's been performing for over 25 years as a solo act and with various bands. He has shared the stage with such acts as Bill Frisell, Kirana Peyton, Joni Davis, and Jessie Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter. Old Century Blood is porch poetry written with inkblot inklings of grief and joy, a melancholy lust for life. ... more
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