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Pop
03:31
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The singer sings vibrating the strings
And all creation is a manifestation
A pixelated reality as far as the eye can see
When the singer stops this reality pops
POP
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Laying on a Sandy Beach
05:20
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Laying on a sandy beach mockingly just out of reach
I saw you float above the deep
Sitting up to navigate the distance from appointed fate
Will you wait for me to leap
Standing at the waterside hoping that the evening tide
Would somehow draw you in
I walk along the foamy shore hoping ever more and more
The evening tide will hide my sin
I run and I run but never touch the sun
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At the end of a long, long line
They all agree that the weather is fine
But outside you see the stormy cloud
Hold your tongue, don’t say it out loud
You wouldn’t want to be the cause of division
Don’t want to end up in a social prison
You cross your fingers and you say
It's a beautiful day it's a beautiful day
Don’t want to make any waves
You got to go along, to get along
Don’t want to crash any raves
You got to go along, to get along
The Doctor says you got a classic condition
You always end up in an awkward position
Don’t want to be the isolated creep
So, when the argument starts getting deep
Let’s talk about the weather
Do your makeup well, to hide the scar
Don’t let them know exactly who you are
And when the people try to pry at you
Here’s some advice. This is what you do
Just talk about the weather
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4. |
Epiphany #1
02:56
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Mary Annette
05:07
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You tap your feet on the wooden stage
Your routine is all the rage
The children laugh as they watch the show
Unaware of things they ought to know
Don’t see the hands that are pulling the strings
And fill their heads with impossible things
If they knew where you were coming from
They’d run away from all your Babylon
It seems you like punchin’ Judy poor Judy what did Judy ever do to you
I don’t know but it’s part of the show and who am I to ever question you
To be certain if I peek around the curtain to see who’s running the show
You yell hate and you excommunicate and you say I’m going down below
Mary Annette
I peeked around and what do you know
You’re just a puppet in a puppet show
Now we see you on the tv set
And on the world, wide internet
Tellin’ people that God is broke
Takin’ advantage of the simpler folk
But when the strings cut and you collapse
On the stage in a pile of trash
The people who once sang in your choir
Will warm their hands over you in the fire
Because you liked punchin’ Judy poor Judy what did Judy ever do to you
I don’t know but it was part of the show and who was I to ever question you
Poor Mary the end for you is scary and it’s not what I wanted at all
I tried to warn ya so I would have to mourn ya that pride comes before a fall
Mary Annette
I peeked around and what do you know
You’re just a puppet in a puppet show
Oh how the mighty fall
The people who once sang in your choir
Warm their hands over you in the fire
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6. |
Night Vision
03:09
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7. |
Kick Me While I'm Down
05:38
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In the face of flaming arrows
That fail to hit their mark
Pride begins to rise up in my heart
One arrow fell behind me
As I was looking down
It stuck the child, the one who bore my crown
So, I fell upon my sword
As my crown was snatched away
And hidden from me to this very day
I fell down Lost my crown Will I ever walk again
Selfish pride thorn in my side Will I ever talk again
Now questions burn like fire
Have I been dying to desire
Is it time I dealt with reason instead
And all those painful memories
Will they heal with facts and theories
Can I ever find peace among the dead
I fell down. Lost my crown. Will I ever walk again
Selfish pride, thorn in my side. Will I ever talk again
Kick me while I’m down
Now I constantly remind
That the author of this show
Will finish what he started long ago
Somehow, I’ll be delivered
Upon the mercy seat
I’ll take my crown and throw it at your feet
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Rest
03:35
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Stretched I feel stretched like a band, about to snap
Rest I need rest a break from all this crap
Before I snap
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9. |
Shoah Train
05:38
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It’s a crime to believe
Your faith on your sleeve
There’s a shoah train comin’ to take us away
To re-educate
Or just concentrate
There’s a shoah train comin’ to take us away
With hammers and hooks
They ban all our books
There’s a shoah train comin’ to take us away
They accuse us of hate
As they seal our fate
There’s a shoah train comin’ to take us away
Be strong babies. Have no fear
The next train will take us all outta here
There’s a glory train comin’ to take us away
Hush now children, don’t you cry
Papa’s gonna take us all way beyond the sky
There’s a glory train comin’ to take us away
Stand with dignity walk with grace
They’ll take our lives but they can’t take our faith
There’s a glory train comin’ to take us away
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10. |
Wipe Away the Tears
03:04
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11. |
Take Me Back
04:55
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Take me back where I was free a place and time so far from me
‘Cause now my life is bound and I’m dying to be found
Dying to be born I’m so torn and all alone
Please take me back
Take me back where I belong a place and time when i was strong
But now I’ve fallen weak and my state of mind is bleak
And I’m barely hanging on can I make it through this song without breaking down
Please take me back
Take me to your house above a place where there is only love
‘Cause now I’m feeling down as I wear a broken crown
I’m a shadow of a man that’s all I am
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Kurt Paul Fort Lupton, Colorado
www.kurtpaulmusic.com For all the info visit the link above. Thank you.
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