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the Sirens call
04:26
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If you're impressed by the fires of glory and honours
You might yearn for the prison
Where people seem to shine with gold
You might hear the Sirens call
The voice of men that love their voice,
But if you feel like a stranger
Among the echoes of egos
Oh please, run away
Through the voices of the trees that have real voices
Through the mountains that at least have real echoes
If you run through the forest and leave all the rest behind
Who knows if you couldn't even discover how to fly ?
Oh run, run away
Through the voices of the hills that have real voices
Through the canyons that at least have real echoes
Oh run, run, run far from the Sirens Call
Through the rivers, through the earth
Oh run, through the fields of light and breathe deep
Breathe deep the air of liberty
If you fear to become lost
Just remember that it's worse
To fear to lose your mind, and to lose you heart as well
Oh run, run away
Through the voices of the seas that have real voices
Through the oceans that at least have real echoes
Oh run, run, run far from the Sirens Call
Through the rivers, through the earth
Oh run, through the fields of light
Oh run, through the fields of light and breathe deep
Breathe deep the air of liberty
If you're impressed by the fires of money and degrees
You might yearn for this prison
Where people seem to shine with gold
Oh run, run, run far from the Sirens Call
Through the rivers, through the earth
Oh run, through the fields of light
Oh run, through the fields of light and breathe deep
Breathe deep the air of liberty
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Halos in the morning texture
Wake the desire
Of walking to the edge of the world
Shadows of the greenest trees
Tremble over the earth’s ground
Softened by the night and the dreams
The dreams that are blurred by
A mist you have in mind.
Listen, in the mountain wind, you’ll find them singing
Alone on the distant trails
Steps break the silence
And warm your blood
Shaking free a flood of thoughts
The thoughts that were blurred by
Words you had in mind
Breathe, in the country wind, you’ll find them waiting
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I will go with my feet
04:24
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After all those planes and railways I took
That took me very far
I will walk on the roads I once knew by heart
To be back to you
And I'll walk on the roads I once knew by heart
Just to tell you to stay a while
Like a highway to Love
Except that I will go with my feet
After all those places I have been through
With my love by my side
I'll be back to you
And I'll walk on the roads I once knew by heart
Just to tell you to stay a while
Like a highway to Love
Except that I will go with my feet
I know one day I could walk all over the world
Without finding you
I know one day I'll search the sky
Without hearing you
One day, one day...
I know one day I'll walk all over the world
Without finding you
One day...
But for now I'm walking, I'm on my way
My way to you
And I'll walk on the roads I once knew by heart
Just to tell you to stay a while
Like a highway to Love
Except that I will go with my feet
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Ashes and wood
04:17
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It's been a long time we haven't seen November
In its real colors
Like men and women we've been working hard to
Build a world of ash
We've travelled long distances
Been buried in Non-sense
Though I have held you in deepest forests
Far in the night we were home
We ran into weak days and the lowest hours
Everlasting dawns
Frozen in countries of ashes and wood
Not to be cold we consume
And we travel long distances
We're buried in Non-sense
Though I will hold you in deepest fires
Far in the night we'll be home
As long as we see colors on the trees' leaves
We've reasons to have children
To drink coffees from other sides of the earth
To wear some soft sheep wool
We're buried in Non-sense
And we travel long distances
Though I will hold you in the deepest fires
Far in the night we'll be home
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Single Malt
06:09
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I'll have a glass of an old Single Malt by the fire
I'll let me fall in the sounds of a song I write
And I'll let you say that you love me the way I am
I'll let me guess that I'm half of a good human
I'll leave my shoes on the ground with some dirt from the earth
And I'll know there's no book that could take me far from here and now
We'll spend our days walking over a land
And there I'll find
That there could be a home somewhere
For the stranger that I am
And when the days will end
I'll have a glass in my hand
I'll read a poem written on our lovers bed
I'll take your hand in a wood filled with winter's mists
I'll be far in a dream you could understand but can't live in
We'll spend our days walking over a land
And there I'll find
That there could be a home somewhere
For the stranger that I am
And when the days will end
I'll have a glass in my hand
I'll have a glass of an old Single Malt by the fire
I'll let me fall in the sounds of a song I like
And I'll let me think that you might love me the way I am
And when the days will end
I'll have a glass in my hand
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6. |
Port Henry Station
04:42
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Here we drop our luggage on the station floor
It is smooth green grass that leads to lake Champlain’s door
Only one or two folks are jumping off the train
This is Port Henry Station
We remember all the noise of New-York City
All the noise we’re hearing now is from the coming summer storm
When it starts bursting a woman offers shelter
In her car that the rain’s just covered
We won’t have to wait for long for the next sun-ray
Cause we know here storms never last
When the rain stops our friend comes driving an old van
Now it’s time to go through Vermont roads
We will live the whole summer in wooded places
We will learn we can be home even in foreign languages
People’s smiles and the music of the stream
This is all, all we’ll need
We will watch the sunset over the Adirondacks
We will drink some wine from good old Lincoln Peak
We will think of home but we’ll start forgetting when...
When it was, we crossed the ocean ?
And the days will be passing by from July to August
Now the sun falls more sweetly on the porch
Now we will have to understand it’s always too early
To say goodbye to old chapel road
At the end we’ll finally leave for the mountains
In our journey to the west we’ll find another wilderness
But we will miss all the people from the hills
And the New-England storms
If you ever wanna travel to the North-East
If you ever take the train from New-York to dear Montreal
You should stop by this little station by the lake
Stop at Port Henry Station
People here always have good shelter from the storms
To the lost they give their umbrellas
I know some strangers who have stayed all winter long
Also if you go then you might stay
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