1. |
Fast
05:48
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2. |
Neshoba
03:39
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3. |
Long Way Down
06:43
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4. |
The Hill
04:13
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5. |
Won't Be Long
03:58
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Hold on to your hand, it's over
Won't be long, be long
Hold on to the edge, it's coming
Won't be long, be long, belong
I won't go see them
I won't go far away
My feet are planted and I'm here to stay
My wounds are priceless
My walls are barbed and tall
I got defenses, and my leaves will never fall
Hold on to your hand, it's over
Won't be long, be long
Hold on to the edge, it's coming
Won't be long, be long, belong
They call me ashcan
They call me deaf and grey
But I'll still be here when their ashes float away
I can't be cut down
My trunk is ironclad
Don't need umbrellas
Oh but now it's raining bad
Hold on to your hand, it's over
Won't be long, be long
Hold on to the edge, it's coming
Won't be long, be long, belong
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6. |
Tightrope
04:07
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7. |
Not Sleeping
03:43
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8. |
Master's Design
04:57
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9. |
Stay
04:25
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Are you feeling?
Are you thinking?
You left your clothes beside the bed,
hurry
Now unfettered down
tree-lined highways
but don't look back because we're
all not free
Though your heart is a deep, empty ocean
We're left on the wharf, behold the sea
Once you've had your fill of holy rolling
Raise the tide and then you'll stay with me
You got your new walk
footsteps flowering
while I pull up the weeds
around the tree
The sun has got your face
the beams run through me
what I held for mine now
for all to see
Though your heart is a deep, empty ocean
We're left on the wharf, behold the sea
Once you've had your fill of holy rolling
Raise the tide and then you'll stay with me
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10. |
Running Wild
05:40
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11. |
Listening
04:53
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There are many places in this aging world
This is the only one that I need
There are many faces there are many girls
This is the only one that I need
There are other colors in this lurid world
This is the only one that I bleed
There are other others who have told you these words
Let's just see where this might lead
And you tell me that God isn't listening no more
This old world is lost there's no point in crying
Won't you give it one last chance just to be sure
Won't you join your voice with mine
There's a flower in the shaft where the sun's never shown
In December it blooms for itself alone
There's a power in knowing there's so much can't be known
Still not giving up trying
And you tell me that God isn't listening no more
This old world is lost there's no point in trying
Won't you come down with me now to that crystal shore
See if I can change your mind
We sing to the heavens we sing to the depths
To the ones in the well for one single mistep
Sing to the fate that ain't broken us yet
Sing to the fall and the climb
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Odds Of Survival San Francisco, California
Odds Of Survival is:
Scott Roy: vocals, guitar, accordion,
banjo
Shawn Feeney: drums, vocals, guitar
Altay Guvench: bass, fiddle, cello, saw
Hatim Belyamani: guitars, keyboards
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