100 Species

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lyrics

Flying all around the corners of the thought plane
People crawling on the underside
Got to find a place to hide
Old women of the city leading me to find the sun

Smiling through the hazy shadows of our leaving
Counting all the times we never knew
The seeds of hope that never grew
We’ll be here to write new stories for a young and fragile world

A hundred species and we’re almost there
Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care?
A hundred species, oh how we ran
Through equal pairings of the Rosary man

Playing broken tunes among the stones of sundown
Speaking, but in the silence of the woodland air
An echoed cry to no-one there
Heading for our old land’s glory, the axemen call but ever fail

The scent is sweeter now as a faded rose
Blending to a point on the fall of the curve
And you used my words for another song
Freeing them forever

I dreamed a tune of melancholy, saw the fighting in the square
And through the arch of honeyed stone walked the dead
Seeing me they turned and wept, when warmth was all around
We carried bowls of strange new fruit and we could hear the sound
Of the sea as a mirror of the sky
Of all the souls that were to be
Of nothing at all

A hundred species and we’re almost there
Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care?
A hundred species, oh how we ran

Remembering the laughter of the mistress of illusion
Being not a part of anything, but containing everything
I can’t help but hold that moment crystallised in shades of gray

Look in the eyes of those who can fly beyond the reason
In between lines and hidden signs
Take me closer to find the maker

All stayed white as I turned off the light
And walked the final mile
I painted the sky with a murmuring high and smiled

Borne on the waves of ten thousand days
What have we given?
A face in the hourglass counting the sands
Lost in the eyes of beauty
All is quiet as we take three steps with one another’s dreams
And sigh to the shore
(We hear small dreams of yesterday, both near and somehow far away Each one alone)

I never thought we’d hear that wind
Never thought we’d see the storm begin
Half a world of innocence within

A hundred species and we’re almost there
Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care?
A hundred species oh how we ran

From the marsh to the belltower, your shoes were on the grass

Think of me then as I think of you now, removed from being
On a white cobbled road I’ll carry your load And make peace

Flying all around the corners of the thought plane
People crawling on the underside
Got to find a place to hide
Old women of the city

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from GRAK, released November 30, 2014

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