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Whatcha Looking For
05:17
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take a shovel up to the mountain
there’s gold up in them hills
spend a lifetime dirty digging
your own grave and your free will
your own grave and your free will
can’t find what you ain’t really looking for…
staring at a clock with no hands
wonder where the time went
chasing a wife and a white picket fence
forget about the moment
forget about the moment
can’t find what you ain’t really looking for…
sugar candy straight to the brain
fleeting high has passed you by
you can’t fill a leaking tank
no matter how hard you try
no matter how hard you try
can’t find what you ain’t really looking for…
I was lost in the American dream (find me)
in the darkest of danger find ourselves
with no illusions
staring face to face with fear
become the solution
become the solution
can’t find what you ain’t really looking for
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Santiago
03:50
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there’s a brass band in the street
I swear it’s not in my head
won’t you come meet me
we’ll dance with the dead
it’s Sunday in Santiago
and the beat is real loud
we take it to our bones
it’s heard high up in the clouds
we find ourselves
in a dark and hallowed bar
there’s a priest in the corner
he strums a five string guitar
to the ramblers and seekers
and curious eyes
desperate to be seen
revealed from their disguise
I go back to the old home
where once I did live
faded pictures on the ground
I try hard to forgive
ten years have gone and went
yet the smell remains the same
mother’s just a memory
look what we became
I saw the devil in a dream
and he lived in a white house
fear was his only weapon
you could see through his doubt
so I looked him in the eye
and asked him to oblige
played him this song
and he sang along to my surprise
we witness the madness
as if we’re far beyond the crime
laughing at the sadness
we distance our own kind
there’s a story in our bones
that can’t go ignored
we’re more like our enemies
than we believed before
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Sahara
04:21
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Painter
05:16
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are you the color you choose
or does the color choose you
there is no blue in this scene
oil falling on sky
it’s neither day or the night
can you see in between
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away
there is a face taking form
don’t know where it comes from
but you see where it’s going
so you follow the voice
do you have any choice
you either sink or you float
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away
we see the world scroll on by
are we demand or supply
as we run in the wheel
poems lost in the air
the singer’s killed by despair
as the actors reveal
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away
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Billy Wylder Hancock, Vermont
"Music band" led by Avi Salloway (Bombino/Hey Mama). Music makers, activists, adventures.
"a sense of mystery and majesty" –No Depression
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