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Marrow
03:16
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I finally found a song
from deep within the bones it comes.
Shot like an arrow
come from an ageless place unknown.
We’re living slow,
deep rivers flow,
over stones so old,
these faded bones
breath.
What’s this the heart churns?
Beauty the dirt turns below.
Deep in the marrow,
a thousand things that we can’t know.
We’re living slow,
deep rivers flow,
over stones so old,
these faded bones
sing.
With the song in our bones.
We’re never alone.
We dance through the fray.
We see, we know the way.
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2. |
The Road
03:41
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There’s a river somewhere amongst us,
take me to the water let me drink up.
Over unturned stone and hidden tracks,
let’s go down this road and don’t look back.
We can’t see with any certainty
the drifting currents of the formless sea.
Come on now baby, come with me
We’ll go together, together, together.
And with the sunrise the road signs we navigate with
they turn our eyes from the eve to the river again.
Ain’t it funny how the days lay, the hours within,
they find us dancing or dying, we cry or we sing.
We can’t see with any certainty
the drifting currents of the formless sea.
Come on now baby, come with me
We’ll go together, together, together.
Oh how we are.
Oh what is this.
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3. |
Midnight
03:12
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There’s something to be said for what you do
when no one’s watching you, watching you.
Those lonely moments of the soul
where the whole world is holding you
in abundant truth.
Heading down apartment stairs, cool night air,
and the midnight dew, midnight dew.
The city in its sleep as you make your way to the street
where DJs groove, DJs groove.
And it’s so clear
in her eyes here
across the room.
You don’t know her name
and it’s all the same
you will soon.
The rhythm of you breathing; What’s to see? Nowhere to be.
It’s always this, always this.
The movement of her body,
pulsing beat and shuffling feet
It’s always bliss, always bliss.
And you’re thinking that we weren’t always
so severed, so severed.
And don’t you think it’s a damn shame
we’re so severed, so severed.
And it’s so clear
alone here
in your bedroom.
And you trace the lines
of her face entwined
in her legs consumed
with
this
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4. |
The Hunter
03:36
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Born once
cried twice
first five
then nine.
A childlife
the thin line
of what’s right
in time.
Contact
of wet snow
brought forth
in the dull glow
of late winter months
he clutches his gun
in the birch wood
the squirrel hunter.
Crouched on his heels
in the slow cold he feels
it’s just so
in the wood snow.
Leading through to the moonlight in the air
the ice all up in the branches is so clear
His feet don’t mind their sinking in the cold
And if you look out through the birch wood, it’s all snow.
It goes on, it goes on, and on and on.
He moves on, he moves on, he’s all alone.
It goes on, it goes on, and on and on.
We move on, he moves on, we’re all alone.
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5. |
The Skies Glowed
03:53
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Because we say so
Because the days flow
don’t you forget me.
Because the skies glowed
because we stayed low
Don’t you forget this.
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6. |
Embers
03:54
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I can’t see you for the fire
it’s burning ever higher now
oh no
the view.
From where I’m standing on the hillside,
the smoke it fills the whole sky now
oh no
it’s true.
And we get nowhere.
Gone to pieces in the dusk light
the place just doesn’t feel right now
oh where are you?
Digging through the dust and ashes
it’s been a week since we last heard
last heard, from you.
And we get nowhere.
All our illusions could fill this room
we forget the right ways to lose
When all I want is you.
All I want is you.
Oh all the things I said to you, I’m sorry (well I am)
They’re embers in the fading light discarded (down to ash)
All I really want tonight is your smile (well I can’t)
Yeah that old house has been burnt down for a while.
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7. |
Like a Rose
02:31
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There is no form - no way of waiting
I have become a shadow on window grating
Watching seasons come
It’s winter in the Bronx
oh ad naseum
Life is for the young
There is no form – no way of aging gracefully
More people gone; newspapers list them for me
I am not alone
we all make time our home
to dust we all are blown
the ground which we once sowed
There is no place; no place to ask the silence
What faded page, what words would make this crying
heart feel like a rose?
Change the river’s flow.
Stop this growing old.
Nothing I suppose.
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8. |
The Turning Quiet
04:19
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The turning quiet
the morning sun
the corner store
and the rain.
We all get up
and set foot out the door
a heavy fog
across the city’s floor
But what does it mean when we don’t even see?
REPEAT
I sing for the same things I cry for,
and long to see faces in the songs I find.
These melodies are for all of us
we walk and breath in rhythms unknown
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9. |
To Dust
03:50
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Closer
we can see
the crooked lines
old memories.
Red clay.
The taste of you
the weakest link
I still hold true.
Oh…
Reverent
open eyes
lost in time
seasons wide.
Red clay,
the coursing through,
the evening light
feet wet with dew.
Oh.
Easy, don’t you fall away from me
We’ve grown old, in the shade of all the old growth trees.
Pavement
satellites
power lines
stretched beyond sight.
Red clay
the setting sun
the world lives on
as we’re undone.
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10. |
The Line
04:29
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There's a reason why,
it's the unfathomed skies,
the wind in the pine,
the night train cries.
We so tenderly
raise our sweet hands and
hope for the best in
all circumstances.
We walk the cloudy night,
we see by moonlight.
We're slow, we take our time,
paced like the sun rise.
We follow the line,
we see through the lies,
and though we're gone in time,
everything is all right.
We so tenderly
raise our sweet hands and
hope for the best of
all circumstances.
There is no right way.
There is no wrong way.
No ears, no eyes,
no body, no mind.
BLCTXT VERSE:
2 halves make a whole, perfection be the goal.
Rarely do we see it we settle for what we know.
Really afraid to grow, really afraid to show,
the light that shines on the inside, let it glow down the road less traveled unravel your doubt and fear,
reap what you sow when you plant faith in the field of dreams crops cream comes from time you invested,
are you on your own path? Do you have any direction?
If you ain't honest with self, ain't no honest results,
don't be scared, break the cycle, watch the pieces melt.
Your future's in your hands, mold it to your liking,
get a grip, firm stance, build your legacy the highest.
The sky is no limit when you got your own vision,
if you think it, you can do it but you gotta be committed, and see it through,
stay true to you and yourn.
Cross the line that defies everything you're standing for.
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Joshua Worden Atlanta, Georgia
Joshua Worden is a solo artist and producer based in Atlanta, GA whose music is an original blend of indie R&B and alternative singer/songwriter, hip-hop beats and electronic production.
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