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Bodies soaking in the soil
Underneath my new mansion
Bust the soda to boil
Leak em up like straight to dancing


Dog food by the bag serve
Em right out

Loose Leaves

Bright Eyes

There Is No Beginning to the Story

2002

The story's in the soil
Loose leaves cover the ground
There are volumes in the forest no one reads out loud
If I could take them down, off of that

Through rock, and compact earth we toil
Sore, bloody, fingers dig through soil
Like ghosts, shying from the day
Inch by inch we make our way into

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted
And even though your

this is what we know
This is what me mean by, home and safe
And do we not learn this first
Do we not learn this first?
That home is the hand into which

Beautiful as ever been

The soil is cleaned by fire
It's the perfect rebirth
As the earth mourns 
And pillars of smoke 
Rise to the sky
Bloom will follow

the soil of the land
Blessed by death
This is the land of no return
The waste of attempt
We are condemned to exile
Under a decayed nation

again
They thought
We would accept our place
A people
Conquered by them

Their vanity is their weakness
Too sure of themselves to see
Assembling my

Begin the Beguine

The Ames Brothers

The Ames Brothers Sing the Best of the Bands

2011

green.
I'm with you once more under the stars,
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin

unexpected
Unexpected wake up
Rotten by roots
Consumed by soil
Wake up unexpected
Unexpected wake up
Corrupted man dies again
In nature's name
Devoured

I have been on so many long roads
Friends come along but must leave you alone
If I could go back, I don't think I would
Time goes by so fast when

Begin the Beguine

Art Tatum

From Swing to Bebop

2000

green

I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin

American Hymn
Italy, Germany,
Africa we come

Vietnam by sea and land
into your arms we run

Refugees filled with dreams
laying our burdens down

Swing real low from the edge of the stars
Burning in your sleep in the back of a car
Stood up to leave from a curb by the bar
There you go, there you are

Endless nights of desire
Blindly driving up a wall
With smoking wheels of fire
Wasted, wanting it all

Chasing lines
Overdrive
Every time
I,

see you again

Everyone was there for us
When we were down and furious
And I wonder who they're there for now
All the wasted years gone by
Without

Begin the Beguine

Lenny Dee

In Dee-Mand

green

I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music

Isle of mist
Shrouded in death and decay
Wilted trees
Bodies hanging by their limbs
Wash ashore
Sand soaked with red blood flowing from the hills

From the steppes by the Black Sea, to the north he arrived
With hundreds of kinsmen who where his noble tribe
Settled down among the mountains by

tumbled down into the grave, I was flooded by emotion
Sadness, anger, hatred, despair is what filled me, flowed into my tears
I want to love, but I’m afraid

black rays, wasted
I don't wanna talk about it

I won't let you in
No, I won't let you in

I will rise to walk again
I won't keep on listening

are brought to dust
By the corporations we (don't) trust
The seeds are sown into poisoned soil
By kings among pawns
Funds to fuel ten thousand lifetimes

full, purple miles

Dozens of cherubs awake with the sun
Watching the galaxy's sparkling dust-cloud

Traveling artisans, biding their time
Out by