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Flickering Frames
01:29
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IOU
03:39
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even though the rain was pouring down
you could see the sun shining over the hills
to see the world through your eyes
no distance is too far
impossible is a fiction
the truth is right here in your heart
even though time is hard to measure
somewhere between never and forever
even though your spirit can never be caught
and your love can never be bought
I’ll keep saving up
you could flood a valley with your vision
wading through the echos off the cliffs
unconvinced by fairy tail heavens
and diving deep into the irredesence
to hear the music you hear
to lose yourself in the tide
although our bodies may seem strong
we are stars and dust and to dust we will return
even though your spirit can never be contained
you were one with the elements
even though your love could never be measured
it’s somewhere between nearly and forever
even though time can be nought
even if it could i’d never be rich enough, still
I’ll keep saving
I’ll keep saving up
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3. |
Bordertown
02:57
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there’s a little town south
just over the southern border
and everyone who finds it says
what took you me long to get here?
breaking down along the coast
in an old Westfalia
they were built to fall apart
but with such style
that night we built a fire out in the sand
would’ve bet my life by now we’d be back again
it was always right there in front of me
it was always right there in front of me
someone said to me
what is it that makes you wander?
why not settle down instead
and maybe you’ll feel better
but I’m a stubborn kind
with nothing to my name
I own all my mistakes
some things will never change
it was always right there in front of me
it was always right there in front of me
when the sun sets down
and the music is quiet and closer
every direction that I spin
I feel the same thing
it was always right there in front of me
it was always right there in front of me
it was always right there in front of me
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4. |
Easy Change
02:32
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summer nights
intertwined
tongue-tied and glassy-eyed
a halo of detail
forgotten right away
sea lions and sanderlings
hover near the arcade
magicians and fire dancers
shake down easy change
barges in the distance
wait outside the bay
the lighthouse on the hillside
skimming off the waves
crashing like the gods
for whom the heavens are named
locked in eternal struggle
beyond our fleeting days
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5. |
Hourglass
03:16
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you can't keep the past
collected in an hourglass
you can't watch the waves
climb higher as the levy breaks
we're gonna learn to swim
survive among the monsters in the deep
we're so much closer, closer than you think
you can't let the peak
slip away and out of reach
you can't let the wind
throw you off the mountain
we're gonna set our course
and thrive against the ever-shrinking odds
we're so much closer, closer than you think
one step ahead never say quit
the future is what we make of it
the truth is not a hidden text
lost in the fires of generations past
we're gonna tear it up and shout
goodbye to all these rituals of fear
we're so much closer, closer than you think
the future is
what we make of it
let go of the past
break the hourglass
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6. |
Comfortable
03:48
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born in the Summer
with this terrible fire inside
can't seem to get settled
so anymore I don't try
now I'm comfortable in my own skin
whatever that looks like to you
I'm the places that I've been
every face and story a tattoo
came up at Harvest
full of wanderlust within
hitched a ride in a truck bed
with a guitar, a couple bucks, and greater expectations
now I'm comfortable in my own skin
whomever that may disappoint
I'm better off out there than in
not fearing the things left to unknowing
if you let love leave it will come back
maybe not in the same way as it left
if you let love leave it will come back
maybe not in the same way
wait out the Winter
every fork in the road buried deep
coals smoldering in woodsmoke
trailing a voice just out of reach
stirring in soft light
of Springtimes's hide and seek
full of wonder and laughter
in each new day's awakening
now I'm comfortable in my own skin
I'm comfortable in my own skin
I'm comfortable in my own skin
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8. |
Twin Parallel
03:29
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I'll never stop, I'll never cry
I'll never let some trickster draw the knife
out of my side
let it stay, let it hurt
let it become something pure
a witness of when worlds collide
did you know if we go light speed?
time moves slower the faster we go
to anyone out there
watching this blue earth spin
it's already happened
you can't stop, you can't quit
you don't have any more to give
but your reflection doesn't know that yet
live for today, live by this breath
live by the beating in your chest
and fall into the music in-between
did you know if we go light speed
we can watch yesterday's unwinding
time moves slower the faster we go
to anyone out there
watching this blue earth spin
it's already happened
watching this beautiful blue earth spin
it's already happened
to anyone out there
watching this blue earth spin
drifting and diving
shifting spiraling
twisting and tumbling
it's already happened
it's already happened
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9. |
Spell It Out
02:54
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if you can hear me
let me know you can hear me
make a light go on
make a door open
make it something I won't miss
unmistakable and obvious
spell it out for me
if you just tell me
let me know - you just tell me
I've got so many questions
collecting like ashes
give me something I can keep
a song that I play on repeat
spell it out for me
don't wait, don't wait
tomorrow is a long way
right now, right now
I'll do anything you say
if I can feel you
let me know you can feel me too
let the rain pour down
let the sun come out
make it unforgettable
something only I could know
something short and sweet
a little surprising
spell it out for me
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10. |
Cat On A Windowsill
03:45
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just another day rolling down the hill
watching like a cat on a windowsill
stories unfold; flickering frames
priceless moments, throwaways
no one can see that far
through the haze of love and the fog of war
watching like a cat on a windowsill
just another day rolling down the hill
break a wine glass in the kitchen sink
glued to the sofa while the telephone rings
once you know you can't unknow
business is business its nothing personal
no one can be that close
and understand how it all came loose
the lights flash while the world is still
just another day rolling down the hill
chains break
chains break
chains break
words running like a ticker on the edge of the screen
spraypaint on the side of the train
running wild off the rails diving into the earth
towards lost cities under the kingdoms we've built
our lives, our homes, where we're always and never alone
our lives, our homes, where we're always and never alone
our lives, our homes, where we're always and never alone
our lives, our homes, where we're always and never alone
just another day rolling down the hill
just another day rolling down the hill
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11. |
Early Days
03:40
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we swore on a rock garden grave
to the ones we love who've already changed
far too soon when, early still, were the days of our lives
that we'd give back more than we take
sometimes I feel like an old buccaneer
sailing where no one else goes
I'd trade in a heartbeat all of my gold
for one minute more with my love
we lifted from the fog-laden river
baptized with a steely resolve to keep on
outrunning the darkness and loneliness spreading like fire
leaving the hollowed and ashen in our wake
sometimes I feel like an old pioneer
one misstep away from my end
I'd trade in a heartbeat all that I've seen
for one minute more with my love
the morning is bright, bells swing through the streets
ascended by birdsong which has always been
like the bonds we make, steadfast from loose thread
love is a way of living not the means to an end
well, I'm just a dreamer - an old balladeer
searching for new words to say:
I'd trade my own heartbeat and a well-traveled world
for one minute more with my love
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12. |
Red Sky Dawn
03:52
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sure as the sun rises
shadows skipping west to east
through the winding canyons
and fizzy mountain streams
that's the sound of the dead dancing
that's the song of life
sure as shepherd's warning
goes unheeded time again
do the crossroads whisper
to what might have been
soon the days remembered
will outnumber those to come
for love now and lasting
let the fire rage on
that's the sound of the dead dancing
that's the sound of days gone by
that's the sound of the forest bending
that's the song of life
as the miles stretch further
and time gets hard to catch
the fireflies of Summer
yield to Winter's breadth
sure as spirits wander
through the fields and riverside
keep the porch light on
and a friend will always be nearby
that's the sound of a baby crying
that's the sound of days to come
that's the sound of the surface cracking
that's the sound of the dead dancing
that's the sound of days gone by
that's the sound of the forest bending
that's the song of life
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13. |
The Forest Bending
02:19
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14. |
Veiled Wings
03:14
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flying free, veiled wings
blossoming under midnight sun
soaring o'er
the river
at the firey edge of Summer
I hear your song
from the country, you now roam
further into the unknown
love is pale, love is cold
the letting go of all you know
where the way will disappear
the north star in the night unclear
soaring o'er the river
drifting out forever
at the firey edge of Summer
I hear your song
from the country, you now roam
further into -
the firey edge of Summer
I hear your song
from the country, you now roam
further into the unknown
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15. |
Fabric
03:14
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threads of us
fine and coarse unreeling
lines recast
knotted branches reaching
silhouette by the streetlamps
pavement wet
velvet soft
sequins dance
our lives are forever
stitched together with
the threads of us
passing lanes of patchwork
imperfect squares of texture
fastened with
the threads of us
there's a tear in the fabric
I don't know we can fix it
on the other side, there's a world unlike this one
and so many more we've never imagined before
our lives are forever
stitched together with
the threads of us
passing lanes of patchwork
imperfect squares of texture
fastened with
the threads of us
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22:22
03:44
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crashing into one another
watching the ocean
fading into one
twisting like we're underwater
catching the breakers
riding them under
how long can we hold our breath
escaping the noise
when there's always more to break
to create, to suffer, and celebrate
to love
to wash away
tripping on a buried wire
rigging decaying
reef overgrowing
dreaming of a superpower
reversing the magnets
tipping the balance
how long can we clear our minds
alone in the dark
when there's always more to break
to create, to suffer, and celebrate
to love
to wash away
to wash away
to wash away
to wash away
to wash away
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17. |
Telephone Booth
04:08
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rose up from a deep sleep
was it ten minutes or a thousand weeks?
was it always right there in front of me
refracted in your eyes, while time had crystalized
pass through the waterfalls in disbelief
cracked hourglass sands raise a beach
was it always right there in front of me
hidden in plain sight, a world on the other side
lost cities where the dead dance
there's sunlight through the storm
where love is an avalanche
to be buried is to be reborn
the bridge vanishes underneath your feet
as you rush across its fading planks
an empty telephone booth rings from across the street
is the ghost who's on the line or who's answering?
lost cities where the dead dance
there's sunlight through the storm
where love is an avalanche
to be buried is to be reborn
to be buried is to be reborn
at the firey edge along the river of dreams
is the ghost who's on the trail or who's trailing
was it always right there in front of me
was it always right there?
was it always?
was it always?
was it always?
was it all?
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18. |
Avalanche
03:59
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all will fall in place
a collection of objects cast
shattering far beyond the glass
all will fall in place
a monument of ages gone
the past for sale on a neighbor's lawn
a mirror that knows you well
better than you know yourself
if we can imagine it
we can build anything
dreams to reality
imagine what we could be
all will fall in place
love will change your mind
turning backwards the hands of time
making sense of a senseless wild
reaching out across the dilating cosmos
where the body dies
if we can imagine it
we can build anything
dreams to reality
imagine what we could be
all will fall in place
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19. |
Slowing Time
01:40
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20. |
Shell Game
04:52
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chipping away
gravel on paint
the buckshot of promise
grazes everything
a crack on the windshield
spiders crawl across the glass
a future
in fragments
if it could break in reverse
reload what's waiting for us
you don't have to say anything
training your sights
shells on a mat
clear eyes detained
by a clever sleight-of-hand
shills on the sidewalk
a game within a game within
and on and on
to no end
if you could follow the ruse
see more than one side of the truth
you don't have to say anything
you don't have to say anything
you don't have to say anything
our lives, our homes, where we're always and never alone
our lives, our homes, where we're always and never alone
our lives, our homes, where we're always and never alone
our lives, our homes, where we're always and never alone
you don't have to say anything
you don't have to say anything
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Rogue Valley Minneapolis
Rogue Valley is an Americana-Rock band from Minneapolis, Minnesota. In one years time, they wrote, recorded, and released four full length albums, one with each season. The albums and songs therein come together to tell a story of love and loss; of wanderlust and consequence and of how relationships change over time and distance. Live, Rogue Valley performs with 4-6 pieces. ... more
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