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Legacy III
01:03
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We'll build a ship of songs to sing
From the bowels, where billows roll;
And meet you on the shining sea
You'll show us the way home.
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2. |
Pine Needles
02:59
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Let me tell ya, Mary. I've got a hatful of wishes.
Enough to bury this old house in stones,
With every window broken, but you know I think I'll miss it
When I'm building fancy bridges on my own... a mile long.
Well, I'm gonna see the Colosseum, Italy and Greece.
Then I'll go to college and see what they know.
I'm shakin' the dust of this crumby town off my feet.
And Pop will sell his old building and loan... when I'm gone.
Buffalo gal, won't you come out tonight?
I've lassoed the moon for you. I'll lasso the moon.
I didn't tell anyone, I just went for a walk
And now you're tellin' me to make up my mind.
But I don't want any plastics, and I don't wanna hear this talk.
'Cause I know what I want out of life... from now on.
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3. |
The Cab
02:53
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Hey there, my lady Rosamund, why
Out there tarries as fine a cab as you and I
Will ever hoped to find.
So why not pack your bags?
I feel a load of bricks has hit my head,
It's done it's job of finally waking me from
My long sleep, now of five years gone.
It's time that you and I had got along.
Hey let's go for a ride while we still got time.
Grab your mandolin, we'll sing our songs
Into the middle of the night.
These songs were meant for more than singing;
These tales are meant for more than repetition.
Why tarry on the edge of life?
Take hold my hand and hold your breath, we're diving in.
Hey let's go for a ride while we still got time
Drinking deep of the well of life that He offers,
It's more than we could know.
Wasting time fooling with things.
We're far to easily pleased.
Hey let's go for a ride while we still got time
Drinking deep of the well of life that He offers, so hold on tight,
We'll sing our songs into the middle of the night
To our Maker, our Beloved, the Giver of Life.
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4. |
The Prince, The Gimp
03:23
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If I weren't strapped down to this throne,
I'd dance all over, God only knows.
I'd lose my crown and bloody my nose,
But at least they would say that I am free.
And isn't that what I'm supposed to be?
Said the young prince to the king.
'Cause you know David ran for miles,
And Samson tore down the walls.
Ehud and Shamgar were nearly gods.
But what can I do from this chair?
The things I'd say, but I wouldn't dare
When they start asking if You even care about me.
Well, my parents asked You to Your face
And You gave them an answer plain as day.
Said, there's nothing wrong with him anyway.
I gave him the legs he would need
To stand for the poor and the weak,
And I gave him the spine of a king.
And Mephibasheth, with his twisted feet,
He knew his place, right beside the King.
Yeah, that gimpy kid with shriveled legs
Dined with heroes and they all looked the same.
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5. |
Legacy I
02:35
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A house is not a home until it's full of folks, and there is love.
When you were there, we were there.
The endless Jelly Beans and popcorn burning up.
When you were there, we were there.
I am scared of mix tapes and misspelling my best friend's name.
And I have nightmares of forgetting everything you ever said.
Because your ship has sailed to a better place.
And the ocean will never be the same.
“We'll never crash that way again,”
The blue and foaming waves cry.
I'm afraid I'll forget every little thing you ever said.
Your house was a home and so full of love, before and then.
When you were there, He was there.
And one day we'll take the bread and cup again.
And you'll be there. He'll be there.
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6. |
Legacy II
03:57
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He built a home in old Hollywood
And raised a family there within.
They painted walls with melted butter
Him and his wife and kids.
And the Lord, oh the Lord said it is good.
He made a boat out of the woods
And found himself on the open sea,
Lost a lung somewhere below
Or maybe he just set it free.
And the Lord, oh the Lord said it is good.
The poets say he met her in a song,
The ancient hymn that caught his eye.
So he took her hand and how they danced
For the rest of their lives.
And the Lord, oh the Lord said it is good.
The illness took his song away.
She went on home and left her bells.
Like the Holy Ghost, but prettier.
They sing better down from the shelves.
Now, eighty years is a long time
To give the Lord the run around.
He slowed him down just to catch him up,
Like Jacob's hip, his other lung gave out.
And the Lord, oh the Lord said it is good.
Who knew five years to change the world.
Time to build a new man and boat.
A captain with his ship and crew
Carried by the Wind despite the oars.
And the Lord, oh the Lord said it is good.
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7. |
The Empty Parambulator
04:06
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And so I ran away 'cause I heard them making plans for me,
And I had made some of my own; I'll not grow old if I can make it.
You know I'm famous for shortening his arm to feed the beast.
And ever since its great arrest, he'll never rest with that ticking.
Don't your shoulders itch no more?
And it was I alone who held my own against the pride;
And I drew blade and drew a line, and I dared the lions to cross and die.
Don't your shoulders itch no more?
There'll be no peace until it's through, no, I can do this on my own.
And in the end it has to be either Hook or me this time, you know.
Don't your shoulders itch no more?
[Darling] shadows will not stick.
Please beware my cleverness, it sometimes gets the best of me.
And it is all a crying shame to find we've aged more than it seems.
Don't your shoulders itch no more?
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8. |
Peter Peter Peter
03:16
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My daddy's name is Peter,
And he has got a right ear
That doesn't work.
Swingin' that ol' drill-bit sword.
An accident and oh my Lord
Must've laughed and cried
All at once.
I wonder why He didn't fix it there and then,
And I wonder when or if He ever will.
I wonder why He even let it happen
To begin with, to begin.
And my middle name lines up
Like some kind of punch
In the gut.
But this crud in my lungs
Reminds me of Your love.
When I breathe in and out,
You breathe to.
I hear it resinating through the chambers of my chest,
Shaking out my heart and my soul.
I wish I knew why You even let it happen,
But when I breathe, You breathe to.
When I breathe, You breathe to.
He said this may be a shock,
But upon this rock
I build My Church.
A trigger-happy fisherman,
Full of vinegar and sin,
Forgiven and then left
To tend the sheep.
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