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Now Playing: Season’s Trees feat. Norah Jones

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The Rose With a Broken Neck

Lonely I see
Lonely I need
Lonely I feel
Lonely I bleed
Lonely I trust
And lonely I must
Be the rose with the broken neck

The plow on the farm
The train on the track
The tracks on my arm
The train in the wreck

That’s when they all sing this song
About when you are all alone
In your home with the broken neck

Help myself to a drink
Help myself to the sink
The dogs start to moan
And the crows start to beg
At my eyes and down at the ground
Oh and it shows
On the rose with the broken neck

Lonely I see
Lonely I need
Lonely I feel
And lonely I bleed
Lonely I trust
And lonely I must
Be the rose with the broken neck

Season’s Trees

Every girl gets her dreams
Cast into reality
Never seemed to bother me
Only just recently

‘Cause you seem to believe
That we’ll never be free
Always gonna be needing

Can’t we be like the season’s trees
Changeably just not so easily

All in all we’re the same
Jumping through hoops of flames
Sounds fun, what a dangerous game
Pretty picture trapped in frame

But you seem to behave
Like we’ll always be slaves
Never running away

Can’t we be like the season’s trees
Changeably just not too easily

‘Cause you seem to believe
That we’ll never be free
Always gonna be needing

Can’t we be like the season’s trees
Changeably just not so easily

Two Against One

Make no mistake I don’t do anything for free
I keep my enemies closer than my mirror ever gets to me
And if you think that there is shelter in this attitude
Wait til you feel the warmth of my gratitude.

One, I get the feeling that it’s two against one.
One, I’m already fighting me, so what’s another one?
One, The mirror is a trigger and your mouth’s a gun.
One, Lucky for me, I’m not the only one.

And if it looks to me like you in your reflection
Plan to add your own fight to this dimension.
Then tell it that this ain’t no free-for-all to see, there’s only three
It’s just you and me against me.

One, I get the feeling that it’s two against one.
One, I’m already fighting me, so what’s another one?
One, The mirror is a trigger and your mouth’s a gun.
One, lucky for me, I’m not the only one.

Lucky for me, I’m not the only one.

And if your foot’s on to sick a thousand “yes men”
Brand or brake into the middle of this little plan…
Then there’s your plan to hear me say,
That I won’t play around the way, anyway I plan to plan around them.

One, I get the feeling that it’s two against one.
One, I’m already fighting me, so what’s another one?
One, the mirror is a trigger and your mouth’s a gun.
One, lucky for me, I’m not the only one.
Lucky for me, I’m not the only one.

Black

We touched the walls of the city streets and
Dead ends plain, sadly showed us our ways of never asking why

Cast down it was heaven sent and
To the church, no intent to repent on my knees just to cry

Until you travel to that place you can’t come back
Where the last painting’s gone and all that’s left is black

Grey nights he’s coming to me and
Some day they’ll punish my deeds and they’ll find all the crimes

But then they ask when they gonna see them
Then they gonna ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams well I’ve got mine

At last those coming came and they never looked back
With blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was black

Fooled them hoping to seem
Like a slave of evil but the product of greed and
It’s not a mass so be honest with me
We can’t afford to ignore that I’m the disease

Practical since we had to be and
When they were old they came back to me and they tried, oh they tried

And when you follow through and wind up on your back
Looking up at those stars in the sky, those white clouds have turned it black

Problem Queen

Help me through this déjà vu
This crazy state of shock (of shock)
Have you seen the problem queen
She’s never far away, away from me

And it seems all a dream
Some sad luxury of when I escaped, it’s just I…

Can’t see through this hazy view
And all the doors are locked
We’re only alive when we can be
Defectors from the clock
The clock of all time

She comes and she goes
But where no one knows
And when Her Highness grows
She shakes me

La la la la la la la la

I wake up and you’re gone from me

This lonely share of shock (of shock)
Helps me to imagine you
But more often than not I’m all alone

The World

The world is a running brook
Take a look, cold and always moving
Blind but never soothing

It moves like you and I in the moonlight
Perfect like a circle and powerful with energy

The world is an open book, take a look
Welcome to your own abuse
Your greed is your own hangman’s noose

She takes whatever you can give to her
No sooner, never judging
No matter how much you seem not to care

The world is a bull whose horns you cannot pull
Silently rewarding
Relentlessly commanding

The world’s own heart seems to be left behind
Your heart was left behind you
And I am behind you, too

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