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Intro (instrumental)
02:21
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When We Are Young
04:18
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when we are young
we clothe ourselves
and go walking in the rain
when we are young
we will try to hide
the mistakes we have made
when we are old,
the young will come from behind
and push us in our graves
when we are old
we will leave behind
everything that we gained
i don't wanna find myself
i don't wanna find myself
cause they treat you
and they beat you
and they eat you
yea yea yea yea
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If the Sun is Real
03:54
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Everything lasts until it leaves my mind
This ain't no place for a young man
And as we tumble through the years gone by
It's still too strange to understand
Strange to understand
Wise is the man who can let it go
Let it flow and roll and run downstream
But when the man comes knocking at my door
Well then I'll know it's time to leave
And if the sun is real, I'm gonna make it happen
And if the sky is real, I'm gonna make it happen
And if the sun is real, I'm gonna make it happen
And if the sky is real, I'm gonna make it happen
And after we've been here ten hundred years
And can't agree what it's all for
I think I'll string up my guitar again
I will not worry anymore
And if the sun is real, I'm gonna make it happen
And if the sky is real, I'm gonna make it happen
And if the sun is real, I'm gonna make it happen
And if the sky is real, I'm gonna make it happen
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Exodus
03:29
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Oxygen, may I use you today again
I know it's a waste, 'til I find my place
Or I make my Exodus
Gravity, hold me fast to the Earth again
Teach me I'm real, show me how to feel
Bind me to the land again
Promises lie and wind me back wrong again
Cover me with your talk, I'd just as soon walk
I don't need no more promises
Oh and vanity, you can't rest your old yoke on me
You are all that I hate, your wealth and your weight
Your pull in society
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I built the mountains, I drank the lake dream
I rule the day glow from my sleep
I fought the pavement, I made the dry land
I hold the clouds up, I am the preacher
And I'm shakin' now
And I'm shakin' now
And I'm shakin' now
You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
High-five the god hand, I smoke from the river and I-
I made the map world and I, I form dividers and I-
I raze the skyline, I taste the embers
I salt the dead Earth, so I won't remember
And I'm shakin' now
And I'm shakin' now
And I'm shakin' now
You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
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Christine
04:20
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Christine will your voice ever show
How you are in your soul?
Christine, hormones and dreams, Christine
Christine will we ever find out
What your shit is about?
Christine, peaches and cream, Christine
Shake the dust from your feet
This whole life is a dream, Christine
Hormones and dreams, Christine
Peaches and cream, Christine
Christine you left nature to die
Can you teach us to hide?
Christine, hormones and dreams, Christine
And Christine, you keep god up at night
Or maybe he's sleeping just fine
Christine, peaches and cream, Christine
Shake the dust from your feet
This whole life is a dream, Christine
Hormones and dreams, Christine
Most folks talk, they can't see, Christine
This damn world is so mean, Christine
If it lives it can bleed, Christine
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Blood and Fire
02:42
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8. |
When We Die
03:41
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Your life, you lead it bleakly
Spreads through days and nights and days
It meanders down it's path until
Your senses start to fade
And the lies we're told when we were young
Break down and blow again
Until nothing more is black and white
In fact, it's very grey
And then we remember being young
How did it get undone?
You're sprawling, searching for the answers
Life can be lost, but it can't be won
It can't be won
And if it's peace we find it dying
Spirit, let the time be near
I'm not scared of myths and legends
If heaven's calling I can't hear
But all things are truly weary and it pains to even say
Nothing new beneath the sky
All things just die and pass away
All is strange- it's too much for the mind
We'll keep spinning in the sky
Fill your senses, live it hard now
Like you're running out of time
Running out of time
All is strange- it's too much for the mind
Wheel keep spinning in the sky
Fill your senses, live it hard now
Like you're running out of time
Running out of time
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I know you plan to take me over
And I fear as though you've won your game
Just don't fall in love with me
Don't even let your friends know my name
And I'll put my arms up around you
When you're bleedin' and you've come unglued
You said that you've been here before
And I didn't mean to take you there
And if we could brush ourselves off
Would we like what all was underneath
Would we find a way to cover up crown of thorns
Wear it like a wreath
And I can't count up all the kids
Hung up on crosses that they didn't make
Was it you and I
Or did they climb up and say, 'I'm here to stay'
Can I be understood playin' my songs
Or am I too damn strange
You landed plastered on my porch
And I was telling you you've got to change
And you can pillage what I am if it helps you get the things you need
Could call it all how it is
You said, 'rape me'
I say, 'if it lives it bleeds.'
And I wish I drowned in the river
When I stumbled in
I reckon just a part of me did
Now it's missing I can't get it back
I've been grinding my teeth in my sleep
And you've been wide awake
Let's get up smoke a cigarette
It's six AM- tell the sun to come up
And when the sun is comin' up
I leave my number and I walk away
Give it time and I'll get well
I just need a few more sober days
I saw myself last night in a dream
And it's not that great
I really wanna die sometimes
Don't understand the force that's stopping me
And I'd like to take back all the shit I've done
But it's too damn late
Sit and drink my jar of fire
Feel my consciousness dissipate
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Dead Indian Fayetteville, Arkansas
Dead Indian is Breck Shipley, Simon Martin, and Dirk Porter. In only one year, the band has released two professionally recorded EP's, "Lead Me to the Sky" and "Grey" with a third, titled "When We Live" set to release in 2014.
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