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Lately I've been pining for the gravel roads of my childhood home. But the windows are all boarded up and yard is overgrown. The barn fell in on itself near twenty years ago. Now it's just the land of the blackbird, stray cat, and the crow. Sometimes I get stuck living in memories so old sands are running backwards, diamonds turning into coal. Lately I've been pining for the gravel roads of my childhood home. Lately I've been pining for the gravel roads. Lately I've been pining for the gravel roads of my childhood home.
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Den of Poison Snakes
04:46
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Remember the time when I went running away to the most remote of lands? To a place where no soul knows me and I’m never going to tip my hand. There's a lean dark rider gunning for my life in dreams I can never escape. One hundred nights of restless sleeping. Dust and sand in my eyes when I awake. I guess that’s the chance you take. No one ever gets out alive from the den of poison snakes. From the den of poison snakes. Looking over your shoulder when the ground starts to quake. The whole town starts to shake. Ripples shot across the State.
Last thing I remember that day was whistling through my ear. Shots rang out from the back of me, sent me falling I don’t know where. I don’t know where...
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Kiln of the First Flame
02:34
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Driftless Caravan
05:25
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When dame fortune don't shine on your head it's easy to go to the place of gloom and dread. What some would give living in the ground. So many gave all and slipped away long before their time. When the hour comes let the driftless caravan ride. Sit out on the wing and hang on to that life. The driftless caravan rides. Departing for unknown skies. When damned fortune don't shine on your head don't come unraveling at your ends. When the hour comes let the driftless caravan ride. Sit out on the wing and hang on to that life. The driftless caravan rides, departing for unknown skies.. Let the reason of light shine on your head. The driftless caravan marches to unpromised lands. When damned fortune comes to its end the driftless caravan marches to the promised land.
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Seasick Serenade
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Castaway
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When I hit the shore after floating ten nights, saw the last signs of hope, dark fate unsaved my life. Will fate save my life?
Oh, what a dreadful storm, capsized me in the night, left me nothing but a plank, stomach full of salt and fright. My grit was full of fight. No one can know what’s coming, until it takes you for a ride, treading away last days, waiting for the blinding light. The beacons flashing ruined fire. Few arrows fly on a straight and narrow line, one hundred miss the mark, for every hole in the bull’s eye. Pull my heart from the funeral pyre. Nothing of us does fade. But suffer a sea change. Into something rich and strange. Was it all just a dream? Is anything really what it seems? Nobody knows. When I leave the shore, wave to me goodbye.
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Solar Ark
05:27
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You can’t see what's coming when you're just looking behind. Losing yourself in a maze of your own design. Tarnished to the rusted state of your mind’s dark eye. When you let the gears stop spinning it's just a matter of time. Luminaries of the restless age stare into the sun. Solar Ark keeps riding until the day is done. The visions of Sunna, daystar empress high. Riding her Sol chariot, a westward battle cry. Prisoners of the righteous cage I hope your time will come. Prisoners of the righteous cage I know your time will come. Luminaries of the restless age stare into the sun. Solar Ark keeps riding until the day is done.
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Unfortunate Son
08:43
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Your circle broke when you left for the backroads. Up jumped the devil and your soul had to follow. Not the devil that you follow. Everyone giving good pieces of their mind. You just ran and left them all at the wayside. Getting the hell of out of Stateside. Never blinked when you walked into the unknown over sun scorched hills and woods overgrown. But this is nothing like no backcountry that you know. No this ain't nothing like no backcountry that you know. Someone’s got their hands pressed over both eyes. Never blinked when you toed all the crooked lines. For God and Country all the traitors are gonna die. For God and Country all the Heathens are gonna die. Now I see the dread in every coming day and I miss my home oh so far away. Real American grace. What I wouldn't give to feel again Dakota winds blowing fierce across my weather burned face.Those who leave no trace.
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