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Land of Sleep
03:51
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I been crossing cables, I been counting sheep
I been south of Patterson, in the Land of Sleep
Came across an old man playing Cripple Creek
Came across a younger man with weights on his feet
I won't say I mind
To just take my time
In the Land of Sleep
Went on down to old town, nothing else to do
Found a ghost of yesterday, found nothin new
There's a younger version of me waiting to
Catch a ticket out of here, and catch a drink or two
I won't say I mind
To just take my time
In the Land of Sleep
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Dark Dark Woods
04:47
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Close enough to be afraid
Far enough away to be safe
Couldn't help noticing
I think I remember this place
So it's circles we're going in
Boxes of pine we escape
Nice enough knowing you
Even though I can't see your face
In the dark dark woods
There in the dark dark stood
Nothing but dark dark coulds
Nothing but dark dark shoulds
Here on the dark dark road
Slowly the dark dark grows
And only the dark dark knows
Which way the dark goes
It's circles we're going in
Boxes of pine we escape
Nice enough knowing you
Even though I can't see your face
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See the Sun
04:27
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It don't take the tip of my tongue to speak easy
It don't take a twist of my arm to concede
It might take another ten years to convince me
I know what it feels like to feel like me
I can see the sun rising up through the gallows
Through the light in your eyes, your eyes
I can see the sun rising up through the shadow ridden side of my life
And it's time
It's too late to come up with a sweet beginning
And to make another with sticks and stones
But these days I'm breaking my state of pretending
It ain't worse than dying to feel alone
I can see the sun rising up through the gallows
Through the light in your eyes, your eyes
I can see the sun rising up through the shadow ridden side of my life
And it's time
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Fear the Ghost
05:03
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There's a whisper in the western room
Where it comes from, I don't know
Got a fever from the fullest moon
In the phosphorescent glow
When the evening comes, the curtains close
There's a creature in the night
Settle in until the rooster crows
I'm sleeping til' the light
As I plunge to the unknown,
I don't fear the ghost
What's the use in wasting energy
What'll be is going to be
Won't fight if it don't bother anything
Maybe someday that'd be me
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5. |
A World In Ourselves
06:16
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All we are is afraid of all we aren't
We imagine ourselves in a place
Where all we are
Is a slave, is a beggar
And we want something better
Just a taste of the other side
Always we are curious, distracted, and starved
Go to work in our cells,
Oblivious to the world in ourselves
We are tied, we are tethered
And we want something better
Just a taste of the other side
We are worn, we are weathered
And we want something better
Just a taste of the other side
See you on the other side
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Richie Worrell Lynchburg, Virginia
Richie Worrell is a guitarist, singer, drummer, and songwriter from the Appalachian mountains of Southwest Virginia.
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