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The Wallflowers Album


Rebel, Sweetheart (2005)
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Just One Breath Away (bonus track)
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Nothing To See Here (bonus track)
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Cherry picking through the stars
and falling cannonballs
waiting for the break of dawn
to start its morning crawl
polluted rays of filtered light
tropical and warm
making shadows through
the snow white resin covered skulls

happy birthday to the war

standing by the wall
a rainbow made of stars
under seven difference shades of grey
spreading out across the arc
days of wonder spent
out there killing time
now this may not leave a mark on me
but I sure as hell was there

caravanning on the moonlit
locust covered trail
we came out like a stream of bats
exploding from the well
slipping through the whirlpools
of trees and floating cars
behind winter coated mule
down record breaking falls

into olblivions open jaws

standing by the wall
a rainbow made of stars
under seven difference shades of grey
spreading out across the arc
days of wonder spent
out there killing time
now this may not leave a mark on me
but I sure as hell was there

happy birthday to the war

days of wonder spent
by a rainbow made of stars
under seven different shades of grey
spreading out across the arc
standing by the wall
out there killing time
now this may not leave a mark on me
but I sure as hell was there

educated under God
to walk a neutral line
give me neither poverty
nor riches in my time
take my body and my mind
my heart is far behind
with one dozen poems in my ears

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Permission now to let this thing land
I'm too far gone to know where I am
Conditions are worse than we planned
Permission now to let this thing land

Heading straight into the blackness
Beyond the point of ever turning back
Slipping off the radar through a hole in space
Goes the passenger sitting backwards

Adam took the apple, I was not involved
I'm not responsible for how lost we are
Batten down the hatches, extinction calls
But Adam took the apple, I was not involved

Heading straight into the blackness
Way beyond the point of ever turning back
Slipping off the radar through a hole in space
Goes the passenger sitting backwards

Maybe a rumble
Maybe nothing more
Maybe a thunder
There before she blows
Maybe not a big bang
But just a little white noise

Into the furnace of red twilight
Threading like a needles through searchlights
Fading further and spinning right
Into the furnace of red twilight

Heading straight into the blackness
Too far gone, now there's no turning back
Slipping off the radar through a hole in space

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Tomorrow is gonna make you cry
It's gonna to make you kneel
Before it breaks you from inside
Still pressing on
Arm over arm
Still trying to get both feet back onto the ground
They are harvesting these fields in autumn.
We're different now than when we started

I am ready to wake up
There in the exodus
On the beautiful side of somewhere baby

There on the pavement
Underneath the yellow moon
I think of you
And just how easily we bruise
The folded address in my pocket i have stuffed
Trying to believe for you
That the bottom didn't drop
I am on the platform
Covered with dust
I pray they take the both of us

I am ready to wake up
There in the exodus
On the beautiful side of somewhere baby
I am ready to come down
To see us both somehow

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Here comes your drunken marionette
Dragging his mess of threads
There at the bar pulling smoke to his lungs
He says who will ignore me when you're gone?

Now come on lift me up
I wanna dance by your tin cup
Tower of beauty with a split in your tongue
Who will ignore me when you're gone?
He says who will ignore me when you're gone?

Here he cooooooomes
Here he cooooooomes
Be still the wooden heart
That wouldn't ever part
With the drunken marionette

Been mainlining bad thoughts
Been drinking things I wish I'd not
Intoxicated with sad songs
Who will forgive you when I'm gone?

They sing auld lang syne
I've got mutiny on my mind
A guilty conscience means at least you've got one
Who will forgive you when I'm gone?
He says who will forgive you when I'm gone?

Here he comes
Here he comes
Be still the wooden heart
Who wouldn't ever part
Waiting on a spark
That hasn't happened yet
For the drunken marionette

Carry on
Turn the lights on when you go
In the hours left
I hope you feel the things that i know I won't

What you give is what you get
I get so worried bout your debts
Who carries evil out evil will come
Who will defend you when I'm gone?
He says who will defend you when I'm gone?

Here he comes
Here he comes
Be still the wooden heart
Wouldn't ever part
Waiting on a spark
That hasn't happened yet

Here he comes
Here he comes
Be still the wooden heart
That wouldn't ever part
Waiting on a spark
That hasn't happened yet

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Quarter Moon,
On a city growing thick
With good advice that won't stick.
From the ballrooms to the suburbs,
abandoned mines
Atlantis may be rising but
We're all out of time.

The colored lights
On the fire escape,
And bodies move behind drapes,
And the light isn't even
And we're safer in pairs.
We're no match, for what is waiting
For each of us out there.

Whistle baby, while we walk.
Don't say anything, do not talk.
The journey is over, it is time to exhale.
Wherever we were going, we're already there.

So over the turnstyles,
Through the guard rails
And into Washington Square.
'Cause no amount of nightmares,
Will ever compare
To the thought of only silence
In this ghost-filled air.

Whistle baby, while we walk.
Don't say anything, do not talk.
The journey is over, it's too late to prepare.
Why can't you see that baby, we're already there.

Here comes your silhouette,
More pillow talk.
Here comes the ticking of these clocks.
They say the quickest way to end
A war is just to lose.
Another chamber locks
And I already withdrew.

Here comes the booming,
In the hunger of each night.
Here comes the burden of might.
Now this day was not divinely
Made to leave you impressed.
We may become someone someday
But we haven't yet.

Whistle baby, while we walk.
Don't say anything, do not talk.
The journey is over, it is time to repair.
Whatever we were building..... baby
We're Already There.

We're Already There.
We're Already There.

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Seems like the world's gone underground
No gods or heroes
Dare to go down
Tear drops from a hole in heaven come
Overhead like ravens
Dropping down like bombs
Through the mornings silver frosted glow
God says nothing back
But I told you so
I told you so

God bless the void
Of my daydreams
Back in the snow
Making angel wings
Slow motion dancing lights have gone
Sail beneath the burning yellow sun
I'm calling out to the deep ends of my bones
Time says nothing back
But I told you so
I told you so

Still waters rising in my mind
Black and deep
Smoke behind my eyes
Last night I could not sleep at all
I hallucinated that you were in my arms
To be in your heart
I filled my own
Love says nothing back
But I told you so
I told you so

I'm still here
And climbing every rung
If someone saw something
Now Someone speak up
Back over the rotted bridge I cross
Open up these graves
Let these bodies talk
I'm Burried under leaves blood red and gold
Death says nothing back
But I told you so

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Feels like a ghost here in this room
Not the kind that rides a saddle in a costume
All around me, all around you
In from the window for a drag of your perfume

Let's move back to California
Let's make a promise, baby
Let's both be there
Put our feet deep in the sand
This garden's only got four corners
Back to your trenches, back to California

The days keep coming and the years overlap
Been crawling all over each other like wet cats
I hear the rebels yelling out in the dunes
And I don't think it's half as funny as I used to

Let's move back to California
Let's make a promise, baby
Let's both be there
Put our feet deep in the sand
Let's leave behind these maps and handguns
We're on our way back to California

We've got California in our eyes
Come on and catch us if you can
With California in our eyes

Passing down through a valley full of lost sheep
Straight is the gate, narrow is the walkway
Mercury rising and poppies in bloom
This is the kind of thing that I can get used to

Let's move back to California
Let's make a promise, baby
Let's both be there
Put our feet deep in the sand
There's still no shortage in creating bad blood
We're on our way back to California

We've got California in our eyes
Come on and catch us if you can
With California in our eyes
Fast as we can
Back to California
Come on and catch us if you can
Back to California
Fast as we can

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I'm here by my window
I am waiting for your parade
I will salute you
From above the crowd
As you make your way
You won the battle
You've won the war
I admit it now
I could not give any more
My condition is your reward
I am a building
Here without doors

The altitude is now
Getting to me
As they applaud you
On the boulevard
The whole valley looks like
Someone's body
All the people look like
Little scars
This day is taking
Forever
I will never say
Never say never again
The flesh around me
Is only pretend
Return to sender
Every letter
That is yours
I am sure
That I am a building
Here without doors

Fire blazing
On the overpass
Cattle grazing
In fields of dead grass
Last summer was earthquake weather
By November
This too should have passed
I am not moving
I am landlocked
I am looking through
A thousand windows spread across
A thousand floors
There in a landfill
Where Eden was before
But not anymore
I am a building
Here without doors

Did you see me waving to you from above
Things are looking clear now
My eyes are wide enough to see the way a sniper does
Behind the barrel of a good gun

For worse or better
I surrender
It may not matter
But I'm sadder than you'll ever know
I am your inferno
Here all in yellow
With embers blowing north
No sense in returning
I'm not worried anymore
I am a building
That is here without doors

I am a building

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Fire on the porch on a summer's night
All of my things are there inside
Black smoke rise up, burn on burn higher
I smell leaves and burning tires
Dogs in the meadows barking wild
Blackbird rise up, tell me what have you done

I'm not drunk and I'm not sad
There's nothing inside that I want back
Let me touch your lips, let me see where you're at
Do you wonder how I am tonight
Then don't lose time looking in my eyes
Not every tear means you're gonna cry

From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
There is nothing but dust
In the layers I'm peeling

From the bottom of my heart
Beats a rattling drum
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun

Under crushing skies of grays
Paralyzed with phantom pains
Before this room became just a place
Where I just sleep through endless days
Spinning webs and carving names
Where thoughts break up, exploding in space

But I once crossed a quarter mile
Through black pools of razor wire
And cut through the steel
with the edge of a file
While singing rhaphsodies in stride
Hellbent and dignified
Now my time has come
Who you fooling and why?

From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
There is eminent death
to the promise I'm keeping

From the bottom of my heart
Comes an army of one
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun

Pale-faces and hollowed eyes
Buried under ruptured skies
Not every smile
means I'm laughing inside
Two-face and compromised
I've enraptured you with lies
Everything means nothings
and tonight everything is mine

From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
I have buried so much
In the layers I'm peeling

From the bottom of my heart
A battle will come
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun

From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
Wrapped around tight
With no sign of leaving

From the bottom of my heart
A ballad is sung
Through a whisper she comes

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Last night I dreamt one thousand lies
I could see the dawn through a different set of eyes
There in my slumber passing time
Long live the world resting on its side

I walked the orchard with you
Your hand in mine
In the evergreens drinking wine
I saw the snow fall in black and white
Fram the auburn sky
Last night I lived more than one thousand lives
Not one of them survived

Up through the earth and at dawn I came
I crossed the kingdom through venom pouring rain
In the vacuum of my own brigade
Resurrected to make you mine

Orpheus looked back once
She sailed the underworld
No second chances will be earned
I have returned as a phantom now
To walk the bow and stern
Last night I lived more than one thousand lives
Not one of them survived

If we could do better I know that we would
Maybe admit it now, we're not that good
We keep the needle between zero and one
You play your fiddle, baby, I'll play dumb

Into the pastures of our minds
Goes my nearly beloved and I
Blazing two parallel white lines
Through this broken heart spilt open wide

Time may be on my side
But it's mostly far behind
I was the apple of your eye
Now I'm the boy spinning on a wheel there
Stuck with knives
Last night I lived more than one thousand lives

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You'd have a wonderful day
If you could see how lucky you are
Now don't get carried away with your heart
You're better where you are

You're not the only one
Who's failed to hang on to a moving star
Now don't be sorry, what's done now is done
And this is who you are

These days feel numbered and long
There's no one to speak of
There's no one at all
But you're not the reason that everyone's gone
That's not how they are

There's no system to change
No conditions are made
No permissions to start
Now don't go drawing lines in the sand
That's not who you are

Sometimes a high wall, is just a wall
Sometimes it's only there to make sure you feel small
Or may be there to save you from the depths of a much deeper fall

The truth will not set you free
It's ok to believe that you're not good enough
God is not angry, not blind, deaf or dumb

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New heaven over a brand new sky
New breed of wonder on the vine
Among the living
There is new promise in this night

New arms to hold back the revolution
New eyes to recognize what you've become
New blood to recover
A new will to honor all God's creations

All things are new again
Within and without
All things are new again

New shepherd roaming through the tall grass
A new temple rising through the falling ash
That buries the tracks
Of millions of boots marching in packs

Clearwater rolling through the dam's collapse
Out to the harbor where they're sailing back
New flag on the mast
Without any secrets, without any past

All things are new again
Within and without
Sooner or later the ending begins
Just then it can be said that all things are new again

New ghost returning to the earth beneath the haze
New poets burning through the lines of every page
I'm an unpainted portrait
I am staring at a new sunset
Without any memories yet

All things are new again
Within and without
Sooner or later the ending begins
Just then it can be said that all things are new again
Within and without
Sooner or later every season ends

. . .

Just One Breath Away

[No lyrics]

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Nothing To See Here

[No lyrics]

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