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Roots of the Traveller LyricsRoots of the Traveller by Acoustica
Ledgeby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellIt's in the way that you watch It's in the way that you care It's in the way that you need me It's in the way I know you're there How could I know that you would leave me How could I know that you would go What did I say to make you change your mind What did I do From your window I see you Pulling your curtains to the side And you watch me in the morning grey And I watch you hide from your window you watch in your window I see you cry Venomosityby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellI overheard a conversation between two old friends as they wound their old stories around what used to be But the one that caught my attention, I already knew the end as it wound around the story between you and me I've been here before It started quite nicely, but went downhill from there as they wound up not speaking to each other anymore There were times when it seemed that it would work out a brief truce for the pair But in the end, they were too wound up to forgive or forget the score I would give anything to rewrite the verse to give it a new direction, a new frame But the new road would end the same There would be two roads, two lives, two paths, two knives Both would cut as deeply and would end the same As their memories ended, I realized that they were the two characters in the stories that they wove As their eyes met again, again they decided to try And they wound around each other to remember their love Postmark Birminghamby J. Brunner, S. Lee, M. Becknell, and J. McKinneyShe always wanted me to quit smoking Now that I have she doesn't even know Things have changed a lot since the last time she wrote And that was near three years ago Postmark, Birmingham, Alabama Postmark, Birmingham, a thousand miles away Postmark, Birmingham, there's nothing left to say I'd like to be there anyway I would leave today I still watch German movies I still eat chow mein with a fork I'm not looking for a job anymore I'm trying to get some time off work We move into the new place next week My wife, she calls it home Another ladder rung Another address change Takes me further from Sometimeby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellI want to be alone to be alone and when you feel the darkness around your face and when you feel the darkness begin to chase that's me I know I want some time...sometimes...sometime I need to break through the rime, to break the grey When I'm awake I feel my way through the dark I want to be alone to be alone And if you know me as well as you say you do, you'll go 4th St. Bridgeby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellI told you everything would be alright Now I'm not so sure that I was right Given all the time that we've lost Stopped at this bridge and I'm on my way down One hand holding on, the other on my crown The crown of all the fools from before My crown of all the fools you adore Without your loving hand in mine to guide me I cannot find what I've been looking for just some tenderness You smile and I know you're not being kind I know it's a goodbye smile, leaving me behind Leaving me a step from the edge Leaving me so far out on the edge Leaving me a step from the edge Leading to the 4th St. Bridge Waterfrontby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellOn the waterfront in the rainbow zen On the waterfront living now and then She wants to run in the rain of the night She wants to run down the pier and out of sight On the waterfront in the drift wood days On the waterfront following the summer haze She wants to scream with the gulls of the dawn She wants to scream down the pier into the foam And she lets loose to fly surrounded by the dawn She feels the flight in her eyes and crashes to the foam For that lonely brief time she was part of the sky She felt the flight in her eyes on the waterfront again Telempathyby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellStrange electrical powers give me strength now since they've died I know what you're thinking before it even crosses your mind Feels like I'm living in 1984 all communication is gone 'Cause I know all the truths inside when the lies are said and done Do you feel a little exposed to the light that fills your eyes and blinds the way that you wanted to go They didn't make it out alive they left me to find my way I'm my only guide to understanding what people say Feels like I'm giving it all too much attention obeying the rules Following the way of kings and queens and princes and fools Master of the mystics Emperor to the thoughtful throne If you don't like what I'm doing please don't say something different than you're thinking 'Cause I know what you're doing I'm the private eye of your mind Keeper of the truths to what you feel inside Swingin' Doorby J. Brunner, S. Lee, M. Becknell, and J. McKinneyI think it was Boston, I didn't care From what I remember could've been anywhere Maybe Dublin, or gay Paris I needed a drink It didn't matter much to me Under the neon, through the swingin' door I knew at once I'd never seen her face before I bellied up to the bar for a while She looked away I shook my head and said with a smile I'm wasting my life I can't find a lover, and I don't want a wife Didn't say a word, she just fixed my drink I gave her a light, she gave me a wink I wanted to know her, even just her name She'd have left me for dead But I'd have loved her just the same She's got looks that could kill and a gun that will and a Louisville Slugger behind the bar A pool player looked up, he sized up me He looked at her and he sighed knowingly If I'd have known what he meant by that sigh I'd have never given her the chance to slap my face and say goodbye Thomasby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellCross my heart and hope to die Will you ever believe in me Cross my heart, stick a needle in my eye Lend me the benefit and doubt for free Give me some time to show you what I mean to you Give me some time to defend my honor to you If you had looked in front of you You would have seen it there all the time If you had known it was that easy to do Things would have worked out just fine If you ever want to hear from me All you got to do is believe Believe in me Cross my heart and hope to die Will you ever believe in me Cross my heart, stick a needle in my eye Lend me the benefit and doubt for free Lend me the benefit of your doubt for free Give it up, give it up for free, just like me Carried on the Windby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellFrom the moment that he learned that she was gone He began to remember all the wonderful things they'd done And the things that she wanted to be when she grew old ended before they started and he felt his heart grow cold And then the wind began to blow and on it he heard her voice Sweet as he remembered telling him he had a choice He could either dwell on the past Or he could choose to see her Still alive in the world they'd had The wind said: Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die From the moment that he heard what the wind had said That she was not alive because he had thought her dead And if he remembered And if he did his part She would live forever Forever within his heart Because the wind said: Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn's rain When you waken in the morning's hush I am the sweet uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft star that shines at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die rippleby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellIt is so simple to pretend that you're near The pebble creates a ripple larger than itself When my thoughts are bent in your direction Gentle waves get sent from where they fell roll away then ripple again When the waves reach the shore to kiss where you stand The ripple becomes a roar and echoes away To find somewhere else to come to rest To find someone to tell of its wave I see your reflection marred by the ripple I see your affection flow again Coming Homeby J. Brunner, S. Lee, and M. BecknellRough shod and riding through the Cumberland gap I'm on my way back to Boston Back to where I began I'm coming home, back from the westland The land that is wild and free I never made my fortune, but that is alright with me 'Cause the sky is wider The stars are brighter and I found someone to share it with me I'm coming home Her grandfather said that he saw in me A spirit that runs through the darkness a spirit on a darkling sea When he gave me the hand of the daughter of his son He stared into my soul and made our two spirits one Now the two have been made into one mine like the moon in the darkness and hers like the sun Hand in hand through the Cumberland across the Appalachian Divide I'm on my way back to Boston riding through the night All songs Copyright 1997 Shamanama Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved. These lyrics were uploaded with the permission of the publisher and the artist. This page was last updated on March 3, 2004 by Kristi Wachter. |