1. |
Midnight Bardo
03:28
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The other side of midnight
Long before the dawn
Somehow the world ended
And you lived on
Look into the mirror
There are no words to say
The other side of midnight
Is just another day
Ashes of a body
Ashes of a town
Ashes of a people
Ashes all around
How can you tell a story
That rings true
About what will pass on
From me and from you
The other side of midnight
Long before the dawn
Somehow the world ended
And we lived on
Argue with the mirror
Then turn your face away
The other side of midnight
Is just another day
I saw my generation
Fail before my eyes
We did not come together
It was no surprise
How could we not know
We were so wrong
It is so shameful
Just to live on
The other side of midnight
Long before the dawn
Every time the world ended
And we all lived on
Look into the mirror
What could anyone say
The other side of midnight
Is just another day
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2. |
Be Free
02:38
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I want to be free, be free
As free a little bird as I can be
High up in the branches of a weeping willow tree
Where no one will ever shoot me down
The eye of the goat ever sees, ever sees
The ferret slips on through the reeds
While great scaly beasts lay out in the sun
For all the world there to see
I want to be free, be free
As free a little bird as I can be
High up in the branches of a weeping willow tree
Where no one will ever shoot me down
Your beautiful fur is a coat, a coat
Your delicate plumes are a fan
Your swift strong leg is only a snack
Is that what you want to be
I want to be free, be free
As free a little bird as I can be
High in the branches of a weeping willow tree
Where no one will ever shoot me down
On the ground, on the ground
I’ll never build my nest on the ground
High up in the branches of a weeping willow tree
Never ever to be found
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3. |
The Four Directions
02:43
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From the north the winds are howling
Freezing rain, frost, ice and snow
Can you tell us please, oh wise one
Where can all the people go
Go back, go back now
There is no secret to know
You’ve only got each other, for what it's worth
There is nowhere to go
From the east the water is rising
Over the dunes out by the shore
Soon the roads will all be covered
Where in the world can we be anymore
Rush back, rush back just the way you came
There are no secrets to know
You’ve only got your people, for what it's worth
There is nowhere to go
In the west fires are burning
Skies are red and eerie glow
In the south the ground is shaking
Can you tell me anywhere to go
Be true, be true by your deepest heart
You already know what you know
It was never if, but only how
There is no place to go
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4. |
Long Game
03:29
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Come all you prophets of doom
Your job has never been so easy
Everything under the sun
Has been done, endlessly
The last crab in the pail
Ready to pull you down
But it is only our own
To fail destiny
It’s a far haul, the long game
What you were born to do
It’s the longest night, the shortest day
What you were born to do
Born to do
I know no one was asking
I did not hear my name
But what’s mine is mine
They couldn’t know anyway
I don’t know who it’s for
I don’t know why it came
I just know I can feel it
When I do
It’s a far haul, the long game
What you were born to do
It’s the longest night, the shortest day
What you were born to do
Born to do
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5. |
Everything I Hear
03:56
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Oh what is a state
A solid liquid or gas
A mind palace inside
Something to smash
Ah no, no son
It’s just lines in the sand
It is too simple to understand
I don’t know, I don’t know about you
Everything I hear could be true
It could be true that this is only the start
We can get together, we can break apart
Then what is a country
Is it a hill or a stream
How does this one stop
Where that one begins
Now don’t get existential
Just turn the radio on
You’ll need your papers handy
All of your bills and coins
I don’t know, I don’t know about you
Everything I hear could be true
It could be true that this is only the start
We can get together, we can break apart
What exactly is a culture
Does it grow in a dish
Can you tell if it’s deadly
Is this how we get rich
Well culture gave us the plow
War, cities and song
All these gifts for the host
The parasite lives on
I don’t know, I don’t know about you
Everything I hear could be true
It could be true that this is only the start
We can get together, we can break apart
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6. |
The Great Abundance
04:03
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How much, how much has already been paid
Better get ready to pay again
How ever much is laid in store
I promise you we’re going to pay much more
Every thing you ever want
Any night, any day
Any thing you can imagine
Every season, every way
Every kind of person
Any gender, any race
Anywhere they are on earth
Every body, every face
How much, how much has already been paid
Better get ready to pay again
How ever much is laid in store
I promise you we’re going to pay much more
Every form of language
Any kind that can be made
Any sort of knowledge
Every word ever said
Every single nightmare
Any terror, any fear
Any way that it ends
Every way that it’s near
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7. |
Ghosts of the Valley
03:56
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Out past the radio towers
Over hilltops of stone
It’s a straight shot to Antares
But we won’t get that far
Go ask the ghosts of the valley
What are they reaching for
I hit the ground at a run
But I’ve never escaped
Every human encampment
It’s always the same
Go ask the ghosts of the valley
What are they reaching for
Under rippling light
A distant sheet of rain
Dots glow in the dusk
Unaware
Hungry ghosts ever reaching
For more and more
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8. |
Another Day
02:17
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One story is written
So many more unknown
There are a few fossils
Life rolls on
Sometimes truth telling
Is a hard way to choose
You know you’re lucky
The less you have you lose
I try to make a difference
Go and take a stand
Follow my instincts
The very best that I can
Sitting in a rowboat
A notebook at my side
Gazing over the mudflats
Waiting for the tide
Heros and lovers
Like dreams must die
It takes that much
To let us cry
A song for a mother
A song for a town
A song for some people
To gather around
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