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Æon Spoke
Æon Spoke




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Æon Spoke Album


Æon Spoke (2007)
2007
1.
Cavalry of Woe
2.
3.
Sand and Foam
4.
5.
The Fisher Tale
6.
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10.
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Cavalry of Woe

[No lyrics]

. . .


Up and away your words
And see an empty page in my book
But how much have I lost
When I've got nothing saved in my book

I think about how as a child
I used to sit beneath the tree
Avoiding the sun and look at the ground
As if I had no needs

I'll fake it
I'll find my way
Into another sun
I'm dreaming
Of someone else
That's found a way to love

I've hidden behind a wall
And yet I stand right beside you
The universe will make you fall
If you state your claims

I don't want anything
I don't need anything more
I don't need anything more

I'll fake it
I'll find my way
Into another sun
I'm dreaming
Of someone else
That's found a way to love

But I have no answers
There are no answers now

I have no answers
And it feels all right

And it feels all right

. . .

Sand and Foam

[No lyrics]

. . .


If it was between us
Then I'm still amused

So let me go
I've got more damage to do on myself
I'll just go
There's nothing left to lose
Nothing

If it was the pressure
Then I'm blowing up

So let me go
I've got more damage to do on myself
I'll just go
There's nothing left to lose
Nothing

Let me go

Let me go
I've got more dying to do
In myself
I'll just go
There's nothing left for you
Nothing

. . .

The Fisher Tale

[No lyrics]

. . .


When your road deserts you
And your feet disappear
You'll find some old shoes
Wasted ones, without appeal
Where will you go from here?

You've got to run from here
You're sitting still inside the fear
Must be someway out of here

Crows flying somewhere
Doves leaving doves
Time as the ocean
Changing tides alone it does

You've got to run from here
Where will you go from here
You're sitting still inside the fear
There must be someway out of here

Emmanuel you got away
Emmanuel you got away
Emmanuel

. . .


Give me faith in the world, faith in the world, pull it away
Give me faith in the world, faith in the world, pull it away

But I don't know how to love
I don't know how to trust myself
But I'll do my best to suffer with some grace

Give me faith in the world, faith in the world, with our pain
Give me faith in the world, faith in the world, with our pain, our...

But I don't know how to love
I don't know how to trust myself
But I'll do my best to suffer with some grace

I don't know how to love
I don't know how to trust myself
But I'll do my best, yeah I'll do my best, yeah I'll do my best to suffer with some grace

. . .


Fading in the afterglow
I wrinkle in my mind another fear
With ears beside the bedroom door
I close my eyes to keep inside the tears
The question of its worth won't iron out
It's tearing at the very thing I feel

I'm still Pablo at the park
Where's my Gloria when it's hard
How my mind has changed so much
But my heart's the same

He loves and then he hurts some more
It takes a generous man to lose something
Will I know what it means to see the pain through different eyes?
But nothing seems to work this time
I'll live inside the burden till I've healed

I'm still Pablo at the park
I'll find Gloria when it's hard
How my mind has changed so much
But my heart's the same

But nothing seems to work this time
I'm still Pablo at the park
And I've got Gloria when it's hard
How my mind has changed so much
But I'm still Pablo
I'm still Pablo

. . .


His eyes are closed, his face pale asleep
On the ground a newspaper reads
The blood has spilled again
And you just dream, my yellowman
Yellowman
The angels burn
A torch to keep us warm

His lungs are wide awake but he won't breathe
He spits out the ocean and we dream
Like goldfish in a bowl
They think we're free
Yellowman
You're tying rocks to clouds
To stay above the crowds
The angels burn
A torch to keep us warm

The blood has spilled again

And you just dream
Yellowman
You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield
The angels burn
A torch to keep us warm

. . .


Draw me a picture of the sun
so i can hang it in my room
i can make believe that i am getting warm
find courage to pursue

Well we only hurt to afford the sun
we stare at the stars that tear us apart
and we laugh, the mirror speaks out

silence, silence

So tell me beauty won't decrease
is to fail to? attain
my instincts like a life i left
still linger

Well we only hurt to afford the sun
to stare at the darkness and pray for some stars
then we cry
we found a new ark

Silence, silence

Im still wishing you love
we stare at the dark
im still wishing you love
silence

. . .


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