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Soul to Take
04:21
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Fog on the river
Dims the harbor lights
Hear your bones
Shake and roll
Moon rose up in red
The night I stole your breath
The flames crept and swallowed
You like coal
Laid your bones beneath the willow
Left no marker on the grave
I'll come back again tomorrow
Pray the Lord my soul to take
From your ashes
A ghost will rise again
Take hold of my dreams
Haunt my nights
As my seasons
Race by and by
An end has come
To this life
You'll still be right here beside me
Likely laughing in my face
Knowing full well it was justice
But now I have no soul to take
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Colorado
04:23
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Gold
03:45
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If you tell me all that you can't seem to live with
I'll show you something that seldom grows old
All these feelings of trouble and worry
Condense in my chest till I’m fit to implode
Alone with a candle that's too low to burn
And two empty bottles of dime store gin
The times that I spent loving you in the valley
Have found me alone on the mountain again
All that we work for, all that we hold
Would it be enough to satisfy you?
Misery is easy and I'm just too tired
And the world looks just like a late night cartoon
Alone here again in my room
I lie on the floor and watch it spin 'round
Stirred up by the sunrise
Might get to moving when I come back down
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City-O
05:27
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City oh city, what have you done to me
Caught up in a sunbeam with the dust-motes
The day has gone by into an orange sunset
You’ve just now opened up your bloodshot eyes.
Home comes to us just like a false memory
A soft guitar, a voice from the past.
Sick for a time that never was
This living has been hard, there’s nothing to gain.
So release me to glory whatever that means
If it please your gods, or satisfies your dreams.
Play a piece of an old fiddle tune,
And there'll be nothing left to remind me of you.
What kind of grace would this life allow?
We've been left out to dry on the tracks.
Staring down at the holes in our shoes,
And a slow death by bourbon and cigarettes.
So release me to glory whatever that means
If it please your gods, or satisfies your dreams.
Play a piece of an old fiddle tune,
And there'll be nothing left to remind me of you.
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5. |
Moving
02:53
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Did you ever come home and find yourself here at my door,
Bet you weren't surprised that I don't live there anymore.
I'll bet you just sat on the stairs and drank yourself to sleep,
Can't be the first time you spent the night with the police.
Woken up too many times in hotel rooms called homes,
Seen the rise on these crooked streets and traffic cones.
This filthy neighborhood has been the worst part of the town,
But the last bar's closed and now I think it's time we burned it down.
Move me out
Lay me down and lie through your teeth
Tell me it's over and there's nothing to do but sleep
July 4th six years ago in an alleyway uptown
Fell of the second floor fire escape after five too many rounds.
Over-served and uninspired, deep into arrears
Spent all my money getting high for who knows how many years.
Lost my mind to troubled times like I never had before
It’s easy not to care at all when no-one's keeping score.
Walked down to the old house where I always lost my head
Could reminisce but I think I’d like to light it up instead
Move me out
Lay me down and lie through your teeth
Tell me it's over and there's nothing to do but sleep it off
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6. |
Waiting for Cheyenne
05:47
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Shadows on the wall, cold sweats in the bed
Empty bottles blur out last nights regrets
Half a gram of cocaine left, pills all ‘cross the floor
Must have bought that whole damn liquor store
The lies that we told ourselves seemed real at the time
Got us high, but couldn’t last the night
Did only what I felt was right at the time
Got halfway to New York on your very last dime
Got myself locked up for three months just to dry out
Once in a while when I’m all alone
I still catch myself hopefully eyeing the phone
It’s been so long, for all know you’re dead
Followed in your footsteps till the trail went cold,
Always felt about three steps behind
Woke up one morning outside Cheyenne
Couldn’t breathe for how hard I was crying
Packed my things and hitched a ride up to the Great White North
Faith shattered, my body old and worn
Left you abandoned with hardly a word
And the guilt that weighed down has turned into a curse
As I cross back and forth over borders and never look back.
I don’t regret we both left us behind
And what we might’ve been never crosses my mind
It’s been so long and you might as well have died
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In Between Thoughts
05:30
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There is a way, if you choose to take the time
To discover an inner network of enlacing, intersecting lines
That lead you across the sands to the center of a consciousness.
Perhaps yours, more likely another’s but there’s no way to be sure
The only way to be sure is to explore the place you’ve come to
And in doing so you’ll realize the great joke you’ve played on yourself.
Take a moment, soak it in
Have a laugh, you’ve earned it
And as you emerge from that place, looking across the Great White Sands
You’ll notice a voice in the distance, calling you to something great
Or so it seems, but that voice grows increasingly grisly and contemptible
And as you come closer the figure in the distance becomes larger, sharper, surreal
From the crest of the next Great Dune, it sounds like an old friend being met for the first time
You should just run, far away
It’s a god damned trick
There’s no real way to tell where you are, as night turns the sands black
This place must be huge, and there aren’t any constellations you can see
This could be Earth, and the clouds moved in while you were lost in thought.
Or is it elsewhere, and if so how the hell did you get there?
Here, you remind yourself, because being there would imply a place you aren’t
While arguing with yourself it’s easy to forget the fact that you are, in fact
Completely, hopelessly lost
At some point you’ll wonder if this is metaphor for something important
Maybe something that needs to be brought to the forefront of your waking thoughts
But this is just nonsense, blown off of rocks until it becomes finite and lands on top of another dune
Just one more dune to summit and you can reach the station, maybe beg a ticket home
But home is just a state of mind
May you always find your way back
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Dylan Kishner Band Denver, Colorado
Based in Denver, Dylan Kishner-Lopez blends the singer-songwriter style with a bit of blues, rock and weird to create a unique and expansive sound that embodies the Colorado spirit.
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