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Funny Little World
03:53
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I can see the stars, I can see the galaxy, I can see the heavens overhead,
Not a man of war, Since I walked with Morrigan, and I was taught to count the dead,
I can see the crows flying in a cloud of smoke, clearing everything above our heads,
Look up at that sky, how it is so clear and blue, thought I would never see again,
So cmon little cloud, I know that you are feeling down,
It’s a funny little world, so ride it out with me,
You’ve been kicked around, Fallin on the ground again,
It’s a wicked little world come hide away with me,
I can see the cars, I can see the traffic jams, I can see the smokey big city,
I can see the past, thought this would always last,
Not how this was all supposed to be,
Need to look outside, out beyond these endless lines,
Far beyond the milky way
Maybe then someday, we can fly so far way,
But time keeps passing everyday,
So come on little star, we will take you as are,
It’s a funny little world, come ride it out with me
You’ve been kicked around, Fallin on the ground again,
It’s a wicked little world come hide away with me,
Lying side by side, underneath the starry sky,
And I’m not sure if this is real,
Tangled and unfurled, living in this paper world,
You’re the only one I really feel,
So come on now my dear, it's always better when your near,
It’s a funny little world, so ride it out with me
You’ve been kicked around, Fallin on the ground again,
It’s a wicked little world come hide away with me,
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The Magazine
03:36
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Take me down to the babbling creek,
Keep me clean keep me safe from your high 5G towers,
I don't know what its like to be free,
But it feels so good to be with the trees,
And to not have to hear crooked words from The Magazine,
Run away from this miserable town,
Boys and girls comin round under my open window,
And they say everything is my fault,
That they’ll baptize me in fire and salt,
And don’t question things they believe, it’s in The Magazine,
Older man in an old iron lung,
Wrestling with the old ghost of Richard Nixon,
Don’t you know it’s your fault that he’s dead,
That he’s living rent-free in my head,
Don’t you know he could come back again, its in The Magazine
See me here in the wide forest green,
My old compass it points nowhere in four directions,
I can see you walking right next to me,
And the past is just bad memories,
And in time we don’t even need to see who killed the magazine.
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I Never Thought
03:12
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Rain in My Head
05:09
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Laketown Riots Raleigh, North Carolina
Hailing from the Southwest, Laketown Riots is a newfolk project conceived by Troubadour and Desert Exile, Dmitri Glover. LTR explores traditional folk sounds of acoustic guitar, mandolin, and banjo, with lyrics revolve around nature, love and loss, magick, and isolation resulting in an increasingly technological world. ... more
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