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The Arrow
03:12
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The arrow flew. Striking inches from the heart.
Beaten but not yet broken.
I see you. And I am scared for you.
Know we are not in this alone.
I wish I could take the punches for you. You know I would.
I wish I could take the punches for you. I would for you.
The anchor fell. Dragging everything down with. No one could see it coming. But I see you. And I am scared for you. No, we are not in this alone.
I wish I could take the punches for you. You know I would.
I wish I could take the punches for you. I would for you.
An ancient story of the underdog.
Rising to victory, against the oppressor.
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2. |
Coleman
02:07
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Summer night, alone.
One thousand hopes
in my headphones.
Together, the walls
that hold each other.
With your voice like
the Fourth of July
You inspired us
to rise inside.
Ben Coleman,
your words speak
the truth to me.
Generation, lost.
Yet all that's left
still remember.
Together, the wheels
that carry each other.
With your voice like
the Fourth of July
You Inspired us
to rise inside.
Ben Coleman,
your words speak
the truth to me
To rise inside,
echoes in mind.
Dear friend of mine.
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3. |
Black Paint
03:11
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Black paint over the surface
of your rhetoric.
To X out all your words of hate,
we're just left with empty promises.
Loss over gain, when you reign.
Loss over gain, we will stand against.
Like airplanes crashing into
unsuspecting buildings
The thought of you in control is
so revolting.
You are the war, we can't surrender
spreading like disease.
Why people vote against
themselves, I will never understand.
Loss over gain, when you reign.
Loss over gain, we will stand against.
Which side will you be on
when we become history?
Choose wisely,
we will not go quietly
and we will not forget.
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4. |
Bombs Aren't Beautiful
02:21
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Bombs aren't beautiful,
yet often symbolized
By exploding colors
upon the peaceful sky.
Bombs aren't beautiful,
and too often make mistakes
the kind which tear your heart out
never to be erased..
Nowhere to run,
when it starts up.
Nowhere to run,
we come undone.
Violence breeds violence.
And yet some expect
peace from this.
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5. |
Constellations
02:55
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Tracing shapes in the sky
love let me be your outline.
Constellations upon your skin
love let me be your design.
We set the scene, united,
our story still unfolding.
We never cease, united,
no distance between.
Our lifetimes, a blink of an eye
love let me see your light shine.
In hindsight, you could only rise
love let me carry you high.
Five years and still counting,
you and I against the world.
Please believe me when I say,
you mean everything to me.
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6. |
Love Is Love
02:36
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Freedom means freedom.
Love means love.
There is nothing to discuss.
Freedom is freedom.
Love is Love.
It applies to everyone.
When you are pointing blame
with dirty fingernails
Who are you to judge me?
If you looked within,
Would you see what I see?
Freedom is freedom.
Love is love.
It applies to everyone.
Love is love.
Love means love.
Love is love.
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7. |
Summer Rain
01:34
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I have seen the seasons change.
Lived on both coasts.
I have shared company,
when I've felt so alone.
Like you, I have been scared,
at times depressed.
But I am thankful for
all I've been given.
I have felt the summer rain,
and the Earth below.
I have shared company,
when I've felt so alone.
I am trying to forgive
all of my failures.
Love I am thankful for
all I've been given.
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8. |
Discouraged Ones
03:21
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Like winter, crushing hopes.
Frost covering green.
Yet beneath the snow,
lies the promise of spring.
I have been lost
down and empty.
I am done with
all the hopelessness.
I have faith that we
can work through this.
When it's not over...
It's not over yet.
Oh discouraged ones
what can we expect?
Empty hearts can fill
despite the obstacles.
I have met eyes of hope
and souls of defeat.
I am not quixotic, but I believe
To exist, is to resist.
On the edge, I chose to live.
To exist, to resist death.
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9. |
Will Resist
02:08
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Fugitive days with I at my best
recalling my time of vigilance.
Lost direction, I am ending this
when the nights fade into regret.
No matter how I try to resist
I realize I am not immune to it.
Arms and hands outstretched
yet grasping emptiness.
Hand over fist I will trade distress,
for a life spent truly lived.
New direction, for this energy
when the nights fade into days.
No matter how I try to resist
I realize I am not immune to it.
Arms and hands outstretched
yet grasping emptiness.
It resonates inside me,
to rise above emptiness.
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New Magnetic North
03:13
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The sun in my heart,
radiates through this skin.
Sweet love like summer,
this journey with you hand in hand.
In you I see what will be,
and what has been.
No more North, East, West, South.
This compass always points to you.
Witnessing the perfection
of love, unconditional.
Across horizons.
Adventures coming soon.
I hope I can travel,
with you for the long run.
In you I see what will be,
and what has been.
No more North, East, West, South.
This compass always points to you.
Witnessing the perfection
of love, unconditional love.
You are my magnetic north.
Say when, say which
direction,
I am in.
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Come walk with me
on this side of the street.
From this perspective
it's less lonely.
When you have nothing,
you have everything.
The possibility
to simply exist.
Come walk with me
on this side of the street.
Pockets and hands empty
I am not lonely.
Have you ever been free?
Let the world draw you right in?
I am wondering,
Have you ever been free?
Viewed the world with no margins?
No borders, no constraints?
Have you ever been free?
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I can't get enough of autumn
in this Massachusetts town.
Can return to this feeling over again,
the crisp air like promises kept.
Early October
awake and ready
To reinvent myself
like my surroundings.
Cyclical, and changing.
Baggage drops like
cascading, colorful leaves.
I can't get enough of autumn,
in this Massachusetts town.
Can return to this feeling over again
the crisp air like promises kept.
Let me become the change
that I see.
To reinvent myself,
like my surroundings.
Season to slow down
like the trees.
Home in the North East
by the sea.
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Holy Hands New Bedford, Massachusetts
adam gonsalves
ryan parker
evan white
martin
johnson
new bedford, massachusetts
ex/current members of fiddlehead, sweet jesus, how much art, stone fleet, spring tide, all chrome, so automatic, judo heirs, wire lines, brother, fault, riverbed, etc
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