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The High Highs EP (High Highs) · High Highs (High Highs) · Greatest Highs (Kottonmouth Kings) · Highs of the Sixties (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Highs of the 70's, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · My Bombers, My Dexys, My Highs: The Sixties Studio Sessions (Geno Washington) · My Bombers, My Dexys, My Highs - The Sixties Studio Sessions (Geno Washington) · Highs in the Mid Sixties, Vol. 2: L.A. '66 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Greatest Highs (Kottonmouth Kings) · All Kinds of Highs: A Mainstream Pop-Psych Compendium 1966-70 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


the open shore
Waiting for something
Shoot high break low
Aim high shoot low

Break high let go
Shoot high aim low
This was to be our last ride
With
the open shore
Waiting for something

Shoot high break low
Aim high shoot low
Break high let go
Shoot high aim low

This was to be our last ride
your religion
Deep inside, when you try
For the kingdom on high
By His grace, by His grace

Open your mind to the wisdom
When you try for
and a day 
Season changes love to hate 
And just too little and much too late 
It lasts forever and a day, today! 

Mouths are open fed by tears and pain
Hollow boned and feathered
She fell to him,
Wriggling perdition she plucked
From deep within.
Feasted high on flowering branches
The fruit
'Til the season comes 'round again

One night, holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire let's life our hands high
And be thankful
the season comes 'round again.

One night holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire
Let's left our heads high
And be thankful
The Season Comes 'Round Again

One night, holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire, lets lift our hands high
And be thankful we're
'Til the season comes 'round again

One night holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire
Let's left our heads high
And be thankful
been through change, by the season of the storms
It's irony, the cleansing
Except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit high
Among the elect
Than asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine

You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
Open season on the open seas and 
Captain says no prisoners please 
Skull and crossbones on a background of black 
We ain't stealin' we're just
Than asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine

You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
with you
'Til the season comes 'round again

One night, holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire let's lift our hands high
asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine

You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While
Than asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine

You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
It's the start of the season 
Creep out of the arc 
Leave your sticky asylum behind and step out of the dark 
There's an open horizon before us
and she's wearing me thin 
And I think she's the reason 
That it's open brokenhearted season 
There's a girl 
There's a girl 
I know you know you are
Words and music by roddy frame

When the rainy season comes
I hang my head
For all the things I've seen
And done and said
And then I wonder why
I
abide
An afternoon high

Daylight hits the corners of your mouth
Steals the words that filled you up with doubt
Open up and let them all fall out
the season comes 'round again

[Chorus:]
One night holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire,
Let's lift our heads high
And be
On high! 
Impassioned like svelte sylphes we fly. 
Carried by perpetual circles of seasons. 
Aside to wind and breath - the archetype symbols. 
Now
Before the winter chill has gone
The springtime rivers rise
Before the setting sun has disappeared
The moon is rising high

And time waits for
Laughing gold carried on silver
Open robe waving by the trailer
This is paradise
Ivory whales high on corn bread
Wind-filled sails, fly
guesses at the actual date and time
Oh my, justifying reasons why
Is an absolutely insane resolution to live by

Live high, live mighty
Live