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Unrest

by Golf Slang

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1.
Isn't that just like us? To come so far To walk all this way To follow a star King O my king! So near, yet so far Gifts in our hands A knife in your heart Isn't that just like you? Breathing in fumes Consume and consume, Consumed and consumed King O my king! So near, yet so far Gifts in our hands A knife in your heart Mystical three Take the long way around the sea While Herod broods in the dark
2.
I stayed in bed like you said but nothing changed when I finally rose The sun burned a hole in my head Standing on the sand, hoping to become a new man Standing on the sand, hoping to become a new person! Oh These bodies! Like strangers in a new world Oh our bodies: countries young and old Unrest in evening, fire on the streets The barricade and the reek Dragon's found a new leash Whose arms are these? Outstretched on the floor Whose hands are these? I can't feel anymore Baby's got a new suit, letter writers on a strike Kids play at cocktails: broken windows and fire sales Dial your shrink, beg him to love you Like you wish your daddy would do. Oh! If we collapse (wrap me tighter, crawl under your sweater, tell me your story while we're still alive) Then we collapse! Someone's got to share the blame, Some's got to help us carry this weight, Maybe it's all that we can do... Just not to, just not to collapse! If we collapse! (hold me tighter) Then we collapse! (tell me your story... while we're still alive...) I stayed in bed like you said but nothing changed when I finally rose The sun burned a hole in my head Standing on the sand, hoping to become a new man Standing on the sand, hoping to become a new person!
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Holiday 04:18
Where does the song go when you aren't singing it? When you aren't singing it, where does the song go? Where does the love go when you aren't into it? Where does the night go when you're asleep? Where do the tears go when you can't weep? I am a symphony I am your symphony I was there at the beginning I will still be there when they light the candles to carry you in Where does the song go when you aren't singing it? When you aren't singing it, where does the song go? Where do your friends go when you are alone? Where does the blues sky go when it rains? Where do hearts go when they won't beat? Where do the tears go when you can't weep? I am a symphony I am your symphony I was there at the beginning I will still be there when they light the candles to carry you in Where does the song go when you aren't singing it? When you aren't singing it, where does the song go?
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Like William Tell: The arrow shot, the apple fell Loosen the waist strings We are no longer young things What is the story of my life? Scratch off the rust From a past mistake, But the more I scratch The longer it takes These hands shake! What is the story of your life? (His hands on your head, what will you tell?) What is the story of your life? (Angels descend, It's time for the Lord to act, why don't you ring the bell?) And all that went before And all that has ever been: Oh, it happened! And you begged them not to tell. But you can't unring the bell.
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On a winter night, under the starry skies, with the flashing lights, passers by Treading through snow, to carols tossed out to and fro, hopeful wishes blown Wordless thoughts break through, from the me to you Treading through snow, to carols tossed out to and fro, hopeful wishes blown Write it in letters of fire on your soul While I breathe there is hope While I breathe there is hope Write it in letters of fire on your soul Night snow, little compline, silence on the seminary incline Lakeside living , helicopters circling, New York winter, once in your life Lazy drivers circle, the universal yearning, the lights’ gentle flicker, early December Gray skies a backdrop, a painting electric, houses eclectic, cultural memory Write it in letters of fire on your soul While I breathe there is hope Kingdoms come, and kingdoms go Write it in letters of fire on your soul Write it in letters of fire on your soul While I breathe there is hope While I breathe there is hope Write it in letters of fire on your soul While I breathe there is hope Kingdoms come, and kingdoms go Write it in letters of fire on your soul While I breathe there is hope While I breathe there is hope

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released December 25, 2018

Written and recorded by Golf Slang
in 2017 and 2018
at The Office
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