1. |
One and One
03:45
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2. |
Domino
03:18
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She looks down at the water
With secrets to hide, she keeps to herself
Birds sing down by the water
She listens from her room, she likes to hear their tune
Old man pulls out his pockets
Looking for some change, and counting up his days
Birds sing down by the water
And once in a while, he’ll feed them if he can
My domino, our life just flows
And we just roll on as it goes
My domino, what can we show
What of our secrets can be told
She waits down by the water
For someone to appear, but she really isn’t there
He sits waiting and thinking, and listens to a tune
A solitary tune . . . that birds sing
Oh my domino, our life just rolls
And we just go on as before
My domino, what can we know
What of our secrets can unfold
My domino, our life just flows
And we just roll on as it goes
My domino, what can we show
What of our secrets can be told
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3. |
This Restless Time
04:07
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These common things I have I keep to soothe me
These pieces that I save, they mark my time well
These memories that serve better than a simple word
Flow like the water does, soar like the bird flies
No form defines this restless time
No rod divines this world of mine
Our single histories are built on quicksand
These cradled images, the sum is more than nothing
And nothing comes to rest, these waters labour endlessly
To etch these cavern walls that tell our stories
No form defines this restless time
No rod divines this world of mine
I see a place and it looks familiar
I see a face but it's turning its gaze to look away
I hear a sound but it's weak and distant
I hear a voice but I think my mind's playing tricks on me
After all I recall what I cannot reach
These simple things we keep as our reminders
Are bits and pieces sewn and tightly woven
These patchwork images of things we've chosen
We hold like parachutes in case we need them
No form defines this restless time
No rod divines this world of mine
Someone left the door ajar
Someone let the candle burn down
Someone let the wind blow through
Someone let the candle burn away
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4. |
Brighter Than The Day
03:54
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Could this thought ever land, so I could take it on
Sometimes I think my world’s not big enough
And could I close my eyes, so I could get some rest
Sometimes I think my world’s not small enough
Everywhere the people crowding
Catch the train and find the way back home
And everything I feel, and all that I have known
Is like a raindrop on a forest floor
And everywhere that rain is like a glistening sun
I feel it's brighter than the day before
Everywhere the streets are empty
Everyone has found their way back home
What should I make of this, what am I thinking
Now I go—I’m thinking far too much again
And in a moment’s breath, I can begin to feel
Down deep the root is breathing for the tree
Later, much later
Don't pin me down, I’m still looking
Round and round the cobblestones
Dancing down this street alone
Looking back, no looking back
Find the harmony
Could this thought ever land, so I could take it on
Sometimes I think my world’s not big enough
Sometimes I think my world’s not small enough
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5. |
Waking From A Dream
05:45
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Wind through the trees shaking the boughs
Boy in a dream talking out loud
Man on the street reading a verse
The sound of this place drowning his words
The look of faces turning into stone
Light of the moon, ashen and soft
Painting the sky in colors of earth
Shadows and light like stains on a wall
Cast in the sand are ageless in form
Weathered portraits painted in the dirt
Calm becomes the wind, distant like a sound
Colder than a stone, older than the sea
And I . . . I'm waking from a dream
And I . . . I'm learning how to speak
And I . . . I'm learning how to be
Colors of dawn drip from the sky
Leaving the world with nothing to hide
Faces of walls burnished by sun
Shadow the dreams waiting their turn
Silence broken, shattered by the day
Calm becomes the wind, distant like a sound
Colder than a stone, older than the sea
And I . . . I'm waking from a dream
And I . . . I'm learning how to speak
And I . . . I'm learning how to be
Wind through the trees shaking the boughs
Boy in a dream talking out loud
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6. |
The Chain Breaking
04:08
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What is it here that keeps us to ourselves
What is it here that makes us who we are
What is it here that keeps us from ourselves
What is the shadow that we call ourselves
But tonight I feel the chain breaking
As your eyes tell me more than you'll say
The touch of your hand on my shoulder
Leads me away--and I cry
I remember things that came before
An infant, a child, a troubadour
I feel the pulse that's beating in my heart
I feel the pain in learning where to start
But tonight I feel the chain breaking
As your eyes tell me more than you'll say
The touch of your hand on my shoulder
Leads me away--and I cry
What is it here that keeps us to ourselves
What is the shadow that we call ourselves
Standing face to face we pantomime
We're architects in dreams of our design
I'm a lot like you.
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7. |
Her Paradise
03:45
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She wears her darkness like a coat
It fits her all too well to toss it out
She sleeps in the morning, and howls at the night
There's no apology in her paradise
You'll find her in places she can haunt
She lives in crowded rooms inside your head
She won't take your money, but she'll want your soul
She needs not what you have, but what she can own
Oh . . . she's not a child but she can hide
Oh . . . she's building a solitary tower of stone
That you can never climb
She'll try to keep you on the ground
She'll stand well but you'll be upside down
She won't want your promise, but she'll make you pay
She won't mind telling you it's her holiday
Oh . . . she's not a child but she can cry.
Oh . . . she's building a solitary tower of stone
To keep you locked outside
She wears her darkness like a coat
It fits her all to well to toss it out
She won't want your story, just your sympathy
She'll show you to her door, but you won't find a key
To her paradise
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8. |
Silk and Sand
03:53
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A word's not heard above the din, but it don't bother me at all,
They're empty.
Any way you choose you've got to choose.
You choose your own mistakes to make you think.
A laughing face on painted wall
There is illusion to be found among us.
A sound's not heard above the noise that is created by our voice,
but I am listening.
We roll back stones to dig the earth, is there a clue that's buried,
here among us ?
In ruins under blood red sky I heard a sound I heard a cry,
Nobody there.
A laughing face on painted wall, there is illusion to be found among us.
A sound's not heard above the noise that is created by our voice,
But I am listening.
One lonely step on a stair with a voice of silk and sand.
Hear it wall to wall it's echoing, and its ambient refrain,
Like a soft and gentle rain upon a step,
Through the door with your hand upon the rail,
And you're not sure where you're going,
And you're unsure where you've been,
And you're looking for your balance as you falter going in,
A word's not heard above the din, but it don't bother me at all
They're empty.
Any way you choose you've got to choose.
You choose your own mistakes to make you thin
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9. |
Shadowland
04:34
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Here in the jungle someone is crying
Here in the woods someone is sighing
And I heard a voice, and I saw you looking
And I turned around to stare in the tiger’s eyes
Here in the jungle nobody sleeps
And everyone's hungry for someone to speak
So somebody spoke like a bull that was roaring
With a crack in the throat, and a voice up from shadow land
Here in this strange world I hear whispers
Here in this moment there's nothing I cannot believe
Here in my four walls I was thinking
Looking for tigers, I might not like what I find
So I keep listening, and I keep thinking
I hear strange sounds somewhere in the dark
Here in the forest you can't see the trees
Here in the jungle we get what we bring
And everyone's looking but not very hard
For a pearl in the dirt on their own piece of shadow land
Here in this jungle everyone's tired
And someone was thinking that someone might triumph
So somebody spoke, but we hated the question
Leaving a voice adrift down in shadow land
Here in this strange world I hear whispers
Here in this moment there's nothing I cannot believe
Here in my four walls I was thinking
Looking for tigers, I might not like what I find
So I keep listening, and I keep thinking
I hear strange sounds somewhere in the dark
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10. |
Cloaks and Daggers
04:28
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Do you believe in your innocence, could you stand a trial
And do you think that your words ring true from behind your smile
As you walk to the top of the stairs, do you like your portrait there
Have you covered all your mirrors with a cloth and a veil of tears
That cloak your youth in vain from years
Listen to the rain falling
Listen to the rain . . . fall . . . down
One today for that empty feeling, one tonight for your sleep
One again for the breakfast table, and one again for me
Which face will you learn to wear when you sit in your broken chair
Which man will you be today, what words have you learned to say
To calm you when you're all alone
Listen to the rain falling
Listen to the rain . . . fall . . . down
I caught you watching from the corner of your eye
I saw you planning my breakdown, but I couldnt reason why
But though your frail inventions seemed to lack a certain style
You caught me off guard, and I turned to you and smiled
I said, Listen to the rain fall
Listen to the rain fall down
Do you think that your innocence is a face to wear
Do you believe in your broken logic, or do you even care
Have you found an alibi to clear your name as you watch the fire
One that keeps our tongues all tied, how many ways can you learn denial
Before you start your breakdown
Listen to the rain falling
Listen to the rain . . . fall . . . down
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11. |
Sparrow's Song
03:15
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Did you hear the whisper of the sparrow’s song
Or hungry raven’s cry
Did you come to know these as a mournful tune
Or precious lullaby
You have heard the sounding sea
You have seen the wandering stars
And you have stood where many fell
And witnessed here the darkening clouds
And what the price to pay to walk these sweeping moments
In this measured time
Did you dance and laugh at morning’s offerings
And weep at jealous night
You have heard the sounding sea
You have seen the wandering stars
And you have stood where many fell
And witnessed here the darkening clouds
I look to the ones who have come before
In effort to name what I cannot see
I stumble and fall on words unsaid
Following thoughts that I cannot hold
Did you walk alone beneath this heaven’s clouds
To shroud yourself in sky
Did you lie for moments’ quiet
To keep from winter’s deep and bitter winds
You have heard the sounding sea
You have seen the wandering stars
And you have stood where many fell
And witnessed here the darkening clouds
Did you hear the sparrow’s song
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Micah Gilbert Scotland, UK
Songwriter Micah Gilbert is a professional member of The Ivors Academy, and affiliated as a writer with
BMI.
Currently Micah is recording and releasing songs into the wild
Find Micah's biography here: www.micahgilbert.com/biography
Micah has worked with many gifted musicians and artist: www.micahgilbert.com/People
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