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Peak #17
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Fred E. Jepson; guitar tracks by Scott E. Murphy
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December 03, 2014
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Lyrics
Brace for the morning, it's gonna come
Better cover your face, better cover your face
Waste another beautiful Sunday locked inside and you
And you pretend you're not at home and you ignore the telephone
But do you even know from what you hide?
You always want something for nothing but
There's some things you'll never know
Put your candles and your tarot cards away
And forget about the stars, not from Venus nor from Mars
And you're never gonna change your way
By myself I'm never alone
In my fist a list of ultimatums
In my skin I'm never at home
On my lips the words of our Creator take form
You... can... try... to... find... new...
Ways to deny that you hide from your life
It's so unnatural
I... might... fly... too... high... but...
If I should die in pursuit of my life
It's only natural
You always want something for nothing but
Just what you need you don't know
Set your candles and your rosaries aside
I'm telling you today it doesn't matter what you say
If you never took the ride
In my sin I'm an innocent child
O my soul knows the Prodigal verbatim
On my arm my shield of denial
In my fist a blade to overrun Avalon
Avalon!
Turning little circles for the span of your years
Digging up your dreams, replacing them with fears
Walking like a monk what's bent beneath the load
Of sitting on a fence in the middle of the road
Hope you don't mind if I pass you on the right
In the margin of your life, in the middle of your night
If there's anything you love I suggest you hold it tight
Because otherwise I'm taking it all
Pray for the morning, it's gotta come
Gonna brighten your day, sparkin' up a new day
And pray another beautiful sunrise greets your eyes because you know
There ain't no guarantee it ain't the last you'll get to see
You only get a limited supply
You always want something for nothing but
Here's one thing you ought to know
If you put your candle out in a glass of chardonnay
And show up late for death a little wine upon your breath
I think God will say "Child, that's okay"
Show no years but I feel every mile
In my face the wisdom of the Eighties
On my lips odometer smiles
In my kiss a wisp of every lady I've known
By myself I will never get home
In my hips dead seeds of progenation
Stripped and stoned I'm skin to the bone
But in my skin the race of Agamemnon lives on
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