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She's a warm summer breeze with bleach blonde hair
Like a fine red wine she can take you there
She's a walk in the sand at sunset
She's the top pulled down on the 405
She'll take you higher than Humbolt sky
She's an earthquake
And you're the fault line
So, when you feel the ground, start movin' around
Hold on tight you're in for a ride

[Chorus]
'Cause she's so California
She's a wild fire out of control, headed for ya

So, when you get burned, don't say I didn't warn ya
'Cause she's so California

She's a black Mercedes on Laurel and Vine
She's a low cut dress
She's a Hollywood sign
She's a dead head on a Friday night
Oh, and she's so cool, breaking all the rules
Rising star, she'll break your heart

[Chorus]

She's so California

Blue Ridge Mountains turning green
Wanna go home again to
See my mountain friends
Springtime opens up my heart
Makes me want to share that
Good old mountain air

Life's so young and free for all
For those who answer the
Blue Ridge Mountain call
Blue Ridge Mountains turning green
I wanna go home again to
See my mountain friends

Sun-rise drinks the morning dew
Walking on new plowed ground
Distant cowbells sound
Tall trees reach the misty blue
All their leaves are green the
Shadows on a mountain stream

Dogwood and mountain laurel bloom
A welcome mat for nature's living room
Blue Ridge Mountains turning green
Wanna go home again to
See my mountain friends

Night-time gathers in the crowd
Listen to the children sing
Hear the banjos ring
Blue Ridge Mountain music sound
Comes from lonely hill the
Song of a whippoorwill

Old time fiddles that I hear
Playing the tune that I love so dear
Blue Ridge Mountains calling me
I wanna go home again to
See my mountain friends
Blue Ridge Mountains turning green

Moth's Wings

Passion Pit

Gasoline Rainbows

Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground.
Come lay with me on the ground.

For every seeker on the path beneath the sun, agree
There shines a light so bright, Apollo sees
And though the journey’s long and many songs remain unsung, oh
A melody will rise, Apollo dreams

Apollo's light, Apollo's grace, Apollo's peace, decree
A hymn of wisdom, let it be
Through olive groves and ancient stones, his voice it resonates
With every chord, the arts he owns, the muse he elevates
Oracles may come and go, but truths they never age, so
In our hearts, his fires glow, the lyre sets the stage

Raise your voice, sing with might, embrace Apollo's gaze
In harmony, our souls take flight, on sun-kissed golden days
Seek the muse, the dance of light, along the sapphire seas
The zephyrs whisper songs of night, as leaves rustle in the trees

In Apollo's name, we find our tune, the chorus strong and clear
On strings of lyres plucked beneath the moon, to the god we hold so dear
We feel the sun, its warming touch, a symphony divine
And in its glow, we don't ask much, just for grace to intertwine
As dusk descends (dusk descends)
On marble steps, the poets muse
Inspired tales, as old as time, of love and loss ensue
With every star, a wish is cast, Apollo’s ear to bend
An ode to light, that always lasts, the day it never ends

With every dawn, Apollo's hand, paints the sky anew
Upon this earth (this hallowed ground)
We walk the paths where laurels abound
Lyrics woven with Apollo's sound
In every heart, his music is found

Crescendos rise to the heavens above
In Apollo's honor, we sing of love
The sun chariot rides (he rides)
Cross oceans of time, where history hides
His light in our soul, it eternally abides

Apollo, the archer, with arrows so true
A guide for the seeker in all that we do
Above marble temples, his silhouette stands
And as we gather 'neath the firmament so blue
We lift our hearts and aim for virtues that ring true
His gaze upon us, drawing forth our purest flame
In Apollo's light, we find our way, we claim

Oh radiant one, through you we see
The spark of creativity
In temples of stone (temples of stone)
The orator speaks, with wisdom he shares
Gifts from the throne, in the Pantheon's glare
And we gather 'round (gather 'round)
Feel the majesty spread
With chants and with prayers, our spirits are led

We all sang along to Finnigan's Wake
I loved the Star of County Down in the Laurels Pub in v town

Whiskey in the Jar made the rafters quake. We all sang along to Finnigan's Wake
I loved the Star of County Down in the Laurels Pub in Killarney town

In the Laurels Pub in Killarney town
In the Laurels Pub in Killarney town

There's nothing else to do
What's done is done
There's no room to turn this cart around
There's no need for getting grumpy
If the road starts getting bumpy
You asked for this when you ripped your feet from the ground
You're a long way from home
You miss your dog
Your bed
Your socks
And your drawers
There doesn't seem to be a soul
That could keep your mind from wondering
Love just feels like resting on your laurels
It's a broken record spinning round the same old tune
Of a life that you could have had with her
Love and happiness family and peace
Ain't just things you pick up along the road like treasure
You're a long way from home
You miss your dog
Your bed
Your socks
And your drawers
There doesn't seem to be a soul
That could keep your mind from wondering
Love just feels like resting on your laurels
You're a long way from home
You miss your dog
Your bed
Your socks
And your drawers
There doesn't seem to be a soul
That could keep your mind from wondering
Love just feels like resting on your laurels

When i look down the river
What do you think i see
Observed a band of angels
They are coming after me
Look down yonder gabriel
And sail the gothic sea
But gabriel do not you blow your trumpet
Until you hear from me

There is no grave
That is going to hold my body down

And when i will hear the trumpet sound
I will rise in laurels
Cosmic paeans will sound
Commemorate my kingdom come
And when will rise out of the ground
Evil stands before you
Free you from your sins forever
Open your arms αnd concede

That day i cursed my maker
A bloodbath in his lair
And if my wings are to fail me
I will get another pair
Do not need you  son and father
Just meet me down the road
Devil  will be there  as well
And he will weight my load

There is no grave
That is going to hold my body down

And when i will hear the trumpet sound
I will rise in laurels
Cosmic paeans will sound
Commemorate my kingdom come
And when will rise out of the ground
Evil stands before you
Free you from your sins forever
Open your arms αnd concede

And when i hear the trumpet sound
I am gonna rise out of the ground
I am gonna sail the gothic sea
Sailing now in the gothic sea

And when I will rise out of the ground
Evil stands before you
Free you from your sins forever
Psalm 58 10  the righteous will rejoice
When he sees the vengeance
He will bathe his feet
In the blood of the wicked

There is no grave

Thou has become the path and the way
That leadeth to destruction
Be thou accursed
Be thou abolished
Be thou annihilated
Eyes, feet, hips start moving
Where the laurels grow
Another sacrifice
Stains the tomb of human despair
As I enflame myself with prayer
"Bring me through midnight to the sun!"

Amongst the legends her own tale is seared
A silent court where ancient tales are read. Laurel crowns her time as serene
Her gaze a spark that soothes all scars unseen. So here I sing her praise
A word to love, for she sees reality beyond the dreamworld's facade

A beauty bathed in light divine

Rested on my laurels can you even imagine
Rested up on Laurel Canyon in a mansion
I woke up from that dream that life isn't what it seems
I woke up in haze smog alerts for days
My head up in clouds in a cockpit with no sound
Better check my wings and aeronautical things
I think I might come down I'll see you on the ground
I just kissed the sky and I don't even know why
Around the time the lemon tree died
I fantasized about limousine rides
Wanting to excel and still have my pride
An artist with magazine eyes
Rolled down Rodeo in the highest fashion
In my car rode day and night looking flashy
They say I drive too fast say I'm going to crash
I say they can't keep up I leave them in my dust
I live for the lights headlights and brights
Red and blue in my rear view
I won't stop until I reach the top
I'm going to get high I'm going to fly
Around the time the lemon tree died
I fantasized about limousine rides
Wanting to excel and still have my pride
An artist with magazine eyes
Around the time the lemon tree died
I fantasized about limousine rides
Wanting to excel and still have my pride
An artist with magazine eyes

In all my revelry
With no authority
I know it's all in my head and out in front of me

It's right in front of me
I can't see anything
I'm going out of my head
I don't feel anything
I know my legacy
Is now my enemy
I'm turning shadow laurels into an elegy

I watched my roof collapse to the ground
In such a beautiful way, I know what you'd say
If you shoot too hight you might go astray
You might go astray
Try and hold me down but I just won't stay

It's too loud now to hear you speak
And I've grown tired of the way I have to stretch my reach
I need translation for all this noise
And I'll keep singing until I've lost my voice

I feel I'm waking
This dream's been shaping
You may think I'm old news
At least I'm not breaking
I know my legacy
Is now my enemy
I'm turning shadow laurels into an elegy

I watched my roof collapse to the ground
In such a beautiful way, I know what you'd say
If you shoot too hight you might go astray
You might go astray
Try and hold me down but I just won't stay

It's too loud now to hear you speak
And I've grown tired of the way I have to stretch my reach
I need translation for all this noise
And I'll keep singing until I've lost my voice

Rattling brush and creaking hinges of the redwood trees

I'm here with you

Burying
Burrowed deep under the ground where there is no sunlight to reach
I am laurel seeds
Waiting for heat to sprout from the ashes the wildfires leave

I burn bright blue
I'm here with you

Weathering
Eroding away the mistakes that we carved in mahogany
Endanger me
Save me from destroying the beauty from inside this desert dream

I split in two
I burn bright blue
I'm here with you

In this arid sun
I am an empty well
But underneath the ground
I am chaparral

Circling, circling, circling, circling
Yea I am in bloom, I split in two
Now I burn bright blue, I'm here with you

(Right right look ay)
I fell within a haze of familiarity
Tearing me piece by piece inenarrable
All I see is a sea far and stygian
Whipping winds battlements and debris from ships
Leading went me through groves where meandering
A pair of lanes seemed to share both the shadowing
Which had overhung most of the colonnade
Turning everything sable with its solemn shade
The beckoning buttresses up and underwent
West left by a pile of grey fragments immense
Fenced round with towering battlements overhead
Beds of sediment and rock winding lowly led
To plains of waving grain slow diminishing
From my sight where I write of the scenery
Peonies spot the lea and the amaranth
Dangling from off the ground kindly make a wreathe
Hopefully over my brow
But make sure it's from off the laurel bough
Next time cause if I die it'll be allowed
That I may walk the grounds of poetry where at hallowed
Where at hallowed
(Right right)
Where at hallowed
Where at hallowed
(Right right)
Where at hallowed
I know there must be something (Something)
Far beyond this plain here
Strange shapes appear (Yea)
The psyche
Strange shapes appear
Unto the psyche

Human candles
A million gold teeth
Where do we place
The laurel wreath?

Take it all back
We gotta take it all back
Because the bubble is bursting
And the future is burning
To the ground

Native lands
Culture and lives
Stolen and butchered
Yet something survives

In a world of untruth
And polarised debate
Only the ground gives way
As you love so shall you hate

Countless times
Countless times
Countless times
Countless times

Power concedes nothing
Without a demand
It never did
And it never will

Take it all back
If there is no struggle
There is no progress
Take it all back
We gotta take it all back
Because we are victims no longer
And the story is crumbling
Into dust

Say a prayer for the mentally ill
Sorority girls up on Spruce Hill
The only one that ever made my heart rush
A whiskey bloom in the Laurel brush

A worn out patch that's marking the ground where we lay
Spring-heeled Jack in a jacket that's made of suede
I told you that no one is safe in space
A flamethrower, you're taking my breath away.

Come forth form your vestibule halls
Into the last rays of the setting Sun
Breathe Thy honor and favor in me 
Through blooming pillars of Laurel leaves

To the night! I call thee, embrace my dying prayer
Unto your arms of moss and bones
Through The Devil's Garden a spine of thorns

I've longed for your blackened kiss...

The Cumberland runs through my veins
It's the river that delivers 
Me home again, me home again
Oh I know, I know, I know
The Cumberland calls me home

Don't want to move to New York City
Too many people milling round
But it's a great place to vacation
And paint the town, paint the town
Oh you know, I know, I know
The Cumberland calls me home

Why would I move to California
With all that traffic on the ground
There's no freedom on a freeway
In a cloud, in a cloud
Oh you know, I know, I know
The Cumberland calls me home

I like to watch the sun a setting
From a vista way up high
Where I can smell the mountain laurel
And the honeysuckle vine
Oh you know, I know, I know
The Cumberland calls me home

Oh you know, I know, I know
The Cumberland calls me home

Mechanical as a windmill
Turning alone in a field
I can hear the beckoning whir
Low as a sound in the ground
Peppered in valleys at mountainsides
Small towns lest be forgotten
But for their produce
Sleeping bellies are full of oil
And nights aflame with propane
Rest on your laurels
Grant yourself forgiveness
Tonight's aflame with propane
How many passes on mountainsides
Twisting and wretched into the dark
But when I'm lonesome
I'll take that drive alone
Tonight's aflame with propane
I'll wait for the shine
And won't pass by your time
I've been waiting growing ever more impatient
How many lives ruined have you got on your belt
Give me strength to pull away from this inferno
Good god here I go again
It's not helping if you're just lifting yourself now
Give me reason not to give the fuck up on this
Good god here we go again

Nothing learned.
Semper Fi. Never swayed.
Resting on my Laurels today.

Sinner man walked down to the place he called the byway,
And a path, that lead him through the laurel,
And he worked his way, to the ledge that met the water,
And he hung his head in sorrow.

Say a prayer for the sinner man,
He knows not what he has done.

Springtime in the hills of Pennsylvania
When life awakens to a rising sun
Springtime in the hills of Pennsylvania
Where the cold clear spring water runs

There's peace to be found in the Laurel mountains
Where a logging road may lead to paradise
Tall oak trees as far as the eye can see
I've called it home for most of my life

Summertime in the hills of Pennsylvania
There's a cool breeze even with the sun
Summertime in the hills of Pennsylvania
Where the cold clear spring water runs

Tradition takes us home to a potter County
When the boys and I all head up to hunt deer
We stay there in an old rustic cabin
Then we hit the woods and hope that it's our year

Harvest time again in Pennsylvania
When the leaves all turn to golden brown
It's harvest time again in Pennsylvania
Soon there'll be snow on the ground

Wintertime in the hills of Pennsylvania
A blanket of snow the kids are having fun
Wintertime in the hills of Pennsylvania
Where the cold clear spring water runs
Where the cold clear spring water runs
Where the cold clear spring water runs

When in youth we ran through town gilded heels on black dirt ground
Race thee well and champions be no race was won but to concede
With laurel leaves about our heads make no mistake of what was pledged
Only youth and fools should wear this crown and linger long in this black dirt town

Oh Oh rest my soul somewhere lost in the stories told, gather me gather me away

There are no favors only doubt of lads that wore their honors out
For the soul that dies before the man finds little comfort in the also ran
So set before its echoes fade the fleet foot on the hill in shade
And I shall hear your foot steps pound, from where I lie 'neath black dirt ground

Clipped wings, I don't know what to think
My mind stings, So numb & I'm just on the brink
Of self destructive behavior
Be my number two player
Your rich cherry pie flavor
Tell me you'll be my savior
Clipped wings, I don't know what to think
My mind stings, So numb & I'm just on the brink
Of self destructive behavior
Be my number two player
Your rich cherry pie flavor
Tell me you'll be my savior
I'm lost in a maze
& I can't find my way out
Everything is so hazy
This isn't how I thought it'd play out
Come & be my map to get out of here
Acid's flooding my eyes but I miss the tears
What's the point of raising hell if you just disappear
I adore you but you're my greatest fear
Vertigo
My vertices preserved but misremembered
When the shadow started running
Iron ran throughout the river
Scything ground once meant as skybox
Pound of flesh to seek the fever
Grand achievement
My beloved is "I'm now too sick to differ"
I get by with what my lack of integrity warrants
I've been touched by God with schizoaffective importance
Desperation - every out; arrogance and distortion
Praying barely keeps at bay my decaying in laurels
My decaying in laurels
Every sound is a mistake
Every town you had to leave
Hopping trains with shattered teeth
I won't make it, I don't need
How much deeper does this lead
I won't make it, I don't need
How much deeper does this lead
Clipped wings, I don't know what to think
My mind stings, So numb & I'm just on the brink
Of self destructive behavior
Be my number two player
Your rich cherry pie flavor
Tell me you'll be my savior
Clipped wings, I don't know what to think
My mind stings, So numb & I'm just on the brink
Of self destructive behavior
Be my number two player
Your rich cherry pie flavor
Tell me you'll be my savior

Monuments atop the summit of the mind
But stone pillars turn to dust when attention shines
That granite chips when the point of observation pries
Them cornerstones are prone to crumble right before our eyes
Now that's the truth in lies
Grave deceptions are but servants of the wise
Deluded in our grandeur like a fool that's in disguise
But strip away the surface and reveal the great divide
Between the ornaments of culture and the meaning of our lives

Before we lay in ash
I feel ascension giving way at last
Into the valley once more now we go
Into the gray, into the ground down below

You can search the afterlife for pearly gates
But only manner of the earth can serve to wipe the slate
Reject what's given or accept it, that's the choice you make
But destinations are determined by the steps we take
So make that great escape
That fixed belief it will fracture before it changes shape
That chain holds firm up until it shatters amidst the ties you break
Don't root your feet or you'll never manage to slide and shift your weight
Turn about face and imagine what can happen, see that's the twist of fate
They found the treasure but their pockets are full of toys
And their victors of status but of true spoils they can't enjoy
Although no man's an island within many of them exists a void
And they will forever forfeit passage across the bridge that they've destroyed

In the hollow of our hands we survive
Drifting through the meadow next to mountains in the sky
No method to the madness but in madness they will climb
Why settle in the heavens when the river's in decline
To arrive is to wither and erode
To rest upon your laurels is to shrivel to the bone
To catch the unexpected ditch the devil that you know
And if you get to where you're going then there's nowhere left to go

Before we lay in ash
I feel ascension giving way at last
Into the valley once more now we go
Into the gray, into the ground down below