1. |
Another Confused Prayer
02:34
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i stop the car,
start crying for no reason.
is this just a season?
i'm twenty-six years old.
i thought by now i'd know,
well, something i don't
like what to live for
what to love more
how to love at all
or how to breathe when the dawn comes singing by
with blood on her sword.
but i'm still struck dumb
still all thumbs
i wasted my life.
i wasted my life.
but the day still shines
down
on me
still shines
down
on me
down, down.
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2. |
Song for St. Lucy
02:40
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my lamp is burning low.
sister, don't let it lose its glow;
the winter is cold
and the night is dark.
sister, show me a bit of what you see.
sister, stay awake with me
and watch what unfolds
and wait for the spark.
you gave your patrimony to the poor,
but if a poor sinner could beg a little more
of your Father above,
would you hear?
oh sister, i need oil for my lamp.
i've been asleep so long, oh! and the night is damp,
and i don't have enough,
and the bridegroom is near.
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3. |
Cloak of Stars
02:09
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cigarette smoke and damp air
under the awning.
college kids with their faces half lit up,
huddled and fawning.
i feel twenty again,
floating in darkness;
nursing home parking lot,
waves well over my head.
oh Mother
pray for the ones that i've hurt
and can do nothing for now.
hide me in your cloak of stars.
catch me should i wander far.
don't want to be seen except as you see me.
don't want to be except you be near me.
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4. |
Street Dream
03:35
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the blackout street has been dreaming about you,
wondering when you're coming by.
me, i don't know what to do
but stand apart and sigh.
my heart thrills to the secret
all your creatures seem to know;
i glimpse its back in the windows
of the places i can't go.
a streetlamp nests in the crown of a tree
all glowing golden veined,
arms outstretched toward the mystery
the world cannot contain.
oh! to be swept up like Elijah
to the bleeding heart of things,
rising on a chandelier
of burning seraph's wings.
wake with a shock and some relief
that the tired old world's still there.
traffic murmurs in the street,
a rote and endless prayer.
years of fear and longing
left me something that i'm not,
but show me a death worth dying
and i'll give it all i've got.
i'll give it all i've got.
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5. |
Sacred Heart Window
05:38
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saw my reflection
Sacred Heart window
and oh i saw my life
coming to the point of a knife.
saw you demonstrated in glass
in a sun of swords of brass
and oh i saw my fear
coming to the point of a spear.
but all the pain
in the world
wouldn't stop you
all the pain
in the world
wouldn't stop you
not yours
and not mine
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6. |
Te lucis ante terminum
01:51
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Harrison Lemke Austin, Texas
tape-hiss symphonies to God
Harrison Lemke recommends:
Wild, slightly funky, slightly proggy indie rock songs that make you feel alive.
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I'm in awe of the stories Eric tells with such an economy of words here. The magnificent arrangements and weighty vocals, which seem always about to fade into sigh or groan, also help.
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Boots Quest DX OST
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I made a video game, and this is the soundtrack by my Casiotone guitar pop / ambient / experimental music project. That's a weird digression but sometimes life is like that.
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It may not be a full-fledged LP, but All Delighted People is probably my favourite of Sufjan's works. Without an overaching album theme to tie the songs together, it felt like Sufjan was free to experiment on each track and give them their own unique sound. And because of that (and Sufjan's talent), every track on there is a standout track.
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