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Am I Born To Die
02:34
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And am I born to die?
To lay this body down!
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot!
Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be!
Waked by the trumpet sound,
I from my grave shall rise;
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!
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All Good All Fine
04:02
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All you're forced to feel
All those facts are truly lies
Mortar beetween them bricks
Them braces of our lifes
I can hear them bricks and walls
And the fear amongst them cries
The tune tortures my ears
O great tune of earthly trials
Streetlights in tired eyes breathin' gasoline
I'm bound to this town but my heart is over the hills
O Lord my heart gone old
Nothing O nothing I'd love to fight
Only the things I've done
Remain and what justified
Them all gone
Them O Lord all gone
Only our sins remain and them all gone
Streetlights in blinded eyes now leavin all behind
I know I'm bound to this town I'm leavin it all behind
All good all fine
Up against the flow I walk
This old river I know well
Up to North it leads me home
All good all fine
Up against the flow I walk
This old river will baptize me
With the wash my sins go down
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Above the Past
03:17
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Hangin' from nothing above the past
The future holds me in the present
I was to sedated but I loved her
Wincing memories like glowing embers burn my eyes
Itching words infected by her
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I Wish My Baby Was Born
03:23
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I wish, I wish my baby was born
And sittin' on its papa's knee
And me, poor girl
And me, poor girl, were dead and gone
And the green grass growin' o'er my feet
I ain't ahead, nor never will be
'Till the sweet apple grows
On a the sour apple tree
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one
I wish I wish my love had died
And sent his soul to wander free
Then we might need our ribbons five
Let our poor body rest in peace
The owl, the owl Is a lonely bird
It chills my heart with dread and terror
That someone's blood there on his wings
That someone's blood there on his feathers
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Rake
03:11
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I used to wake and run with the moon
I lived like a rake and a young man
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
My laughter the devil would frighten
The sun she would come and beat me back down
But every cruel day had its nightfall
I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars
Full of fire and forgetful
My body was sharp the dark air clean
And outrage my joyful companion
Whisperin' women how sweet did they seem
Kneelin' for me to command them
And time was like water but I was the sea
I'd have never noticed it passin'
Except for the turnin' of night into day
And the turnin' of day into cursin'
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The Devil's trade Budapest, Hungary
TDT is a one man gang chained to some burden that he pulls through his ways leaving tracks behind to lead or guide mostly him which directions not to and which to go again. The legs are old wounded up to the knees as the tracks are that deep and filled with sticks and stones but strict marks that lead him where he wants to arrive. His music is the dust he shakes during this pilgrimage of his. ... more
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