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The Albatross Song
03:39
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The bowerbird is quite creative when it comes to decoration
Starlings follow simple rules that dictate their murmurations
But wanton salt marsh sparrows and curious little chickadees
I know there’s only one companion for me — for...
When you’re with an albatross
Don’t you know you can’t get lost
‘Cause you’re never truly lost
When you are at home at
Sea...
Does your restless spirit wander yet get hopelessly attached?
You’re barely bound to this world, yet you dread it’s bound to collapse?
If Noah sent you from his ark to fetch some branches from a tree
Might you not return? Just drift perpetually? Well...
When you’re with an albatross
Don’t you know you can’t get lost
‘Cause you’re never truly lost
When you are at home at
Sea...
High above the antarctic circle on a wing and a prayer
Down below it’s all icy flows but don’t you ever despair
No... No...No...
When you’re with an albatross
Don’t you know you can’t get lost
‘Cause you’re never truly lost
When you are at home at
Sea...
Because...
In the straits of Magellan or rounding the Cape of Good Hope
Death and disillusionment will gamble on a ghost ship for your soul
No!
When you’re with an albatross
Don’t you know you can’t get lost
‘Cause you’re never truly lost
When you are at home at
Sea...
Who would tie their savior to a chain around their neck?
What good are relentless reminders of your failings and regrets?
Don’t pile your sins on livestock that you banish despite their pleas
That’s just not right and that’s no way to be free
When you’re with an albatross
Don’t you know you can’t get lost
‘Cause you’re never truly lost
When you are at home at
Sea...
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I’ll apply to be the keeper
Of the lighthouse at the edge of world
Where the ocean tumbles into the stars
And a foghorn warns ships off the shoals of the void
I can talk with the sea lions
When I’m not busy maintaining the lantern
Or tossing out life preservers
To catch sailors drifting towards Saturn
If all I can do
Is push you away
Then at least I can ensure
You will be safe
If all I can do
Is push you away
Then at least I can ensure
You will be safe
I’ll watch for you on the horizon
While I’m standing out on the gallery
With only the celestial sea spray crash
And the ticking clockworks to keep me company
If all I can do
Is push you away
Then at least I can ensure
You will be safe
If all I can do
Is push you away
Then at least I can ensure
You will be safe
Because you
Can’t come back, no you can’t come back
You can’t come back
From over the edge
You can’t come back, you can never come back
Just… trust me
Trust me on that
I’ll apply to be the keeper
Of the lighthouse at the edge of world
Where the ocean tumbles into the stars
And a foghorn warns ships off the shoals of the void
If all I can do
Is push you away
Then at least I can ensure
You will be safe
If all I can do
Is push you away
Then at least I can ensure
You will be safe
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3. |
Lifetimes Without You
02:35
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I’ve been living Lifetimes Without You
Ever since I saw you last
Each moment feels like a lifetime without you
I’m burn’n through lives so fast
I watched them build the pyramids
I saw them sack Rome
I had to do it without you
Wanted to take you to the new jazz center
Find my name on the wall
Explore the bazaars of Istanbul together
Propose at Iguaçu Falls
I have crossed the Bosporus
I have crossed the Rubicon
I had to do it without you
I watch the water drip in my kitchen sink
Watch each drop dangle from its stem
Watch a drop fall, watch a world shatter
Watch it bead up again
I’m Napoleon in exile
I’m Prometheus in chains
I’ve had to do without you
I’ve been living Lifetimes Without You
Lives in the future and the past
Each moment feels like a lifetime without you
Each one I hope will be the last
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4. |
Ephemera
02:25
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She handed me one of her flyers
Asked me to come see her show
She was kinda cute so I smiled and said yes
Dropped it after a few blocks
Watched it blow away like a leaf
They say it doesn’t hurt to ask
But what the hell do they know?
The fact is they say a lot of stupid things
Someone ought to call them out
For all their crazy beliefs
I liked you as soon as I met you
But I met you as you were about to go
The only thing I was able to do for you
Was get you a glass of water
When no one else saw you were thirsty
There’s nothing understand — there’s so much to overlook
I heard a few things secondhand — made some choices on the hoof
But doing something bad don’t mean you’re no good
I caught up with her flyer
As I was headed into the metro
Almost bent down to pick it back up
But the wind grabbed it again
And soon it was out of reach
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I’m driving through the languid twilight
Of a Finnish mid-summer midnight
There’s absolutely no one in sight
And I intend to keep it that way
As I careen along the undulating country roads
Flecks of willow herb flicker in the headlights
And the lacy yellow bedstraw and meadowsweet glow
Transforming into a latticework of pure moonlight
I’m driving through the languid twilight
Of a Finnish mid-summer midnight
There’s absolutely no one in sight
And I intend to keep it that way
The cat-scratched birch bark interleaves
Through the naked amber trunks of the spindly pines
Their flying buttress limbs support the inkblot canopy
Their tapered tips define that jagged skyline
Now I’m so far from the festival and its crowds
All those people that make feel so lost and alone
The only time I don’t feel lonely
Is when I’m truly on my own
Pale buttercup farmhouses, brick red barns
Some fog nestles in the fields dappled yellow with rapeseed
I glimpse a pair of twin pursuers my rear view mirror
To elude them in the twists of the road, I increase my speed
I’m driving through the languid twilight
Of a Finnish mid-summer midnight
There’s absolutely no one in sight
And I intend to keep it that way
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All the signs I can read
Say the entrance ramp is closed
There’s no way onto the expressway
From here
It looks like I’ll have to take
The long way around
I’ll have to find An Alternate Route
To Your Heart
Now I’m parked on the shoulder
I’m all stalled out
Trying to fix a flat in the dark
As other cars speed past
Even if I get back on the road
I’m not sure I can switch gears
So I can take that Alternate Route
To Your Heart
Maybe I’ll get good and lost
And lose my way
Maybe it’s a destination
I’ll never quite reach
Maybe it’s as elusive as
Brigadoon or Shangri-La
Maybe it’s as guarded as
The gates of paradise
But I’m sure it’s a place that exists
In one form or another
And I believe to my bones
It’s where I’m meant to be
Oh, how do you reach into my being
So effortlessly?
And yet we’re so distant
No matter how near we are?
Once I finally get moving again
I’ll keep plugging away
I don’t care about the mileage
Or going off map
I’ll follow the stars in the heavens
Hoping they’ll guide me
Through the Odyssey of an Alternate Route
To Your Heart
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7. |
Til I Wash You Away
02:34
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See you at a party, gee you’re looking fine
Hold you only briefly — oh it feels divine
You continue to cling to me throughout the night
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
Toss’n and turn’n, my sheets twist like taffy
Try to calm my nerves with a whiff of blue tansy
Still your scent will linger — the perfume and the brandy
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
A miasma of memory floating through the air
Lost possibilities resilient as a water bear
But only in my mind
It’s only in my mind
Debris on the beach is swept out with the tide
Garbage trucks are loading, the sea levels rise
The cosmic ash may whither but together here we lie
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
Scrubbing underneath the soothing shower head
Your last vestiges, the dirt, and my sweat
All swirling down the drain
All swirling down the drain
A preheated oven, a warmed up slice of pie
Essential oils burning, a freshly laundered sky
Every breath an elixir which elicits a sigh
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
‘Til I wash you away in the morning
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Under the custard-colored crescent of an Andean moon
A jazz quartet performs a Harold Arlen tune
In the sculpture garden
On the other side
Of the constant flow
Of the Rio Mapocho
I carry you wherever I go
In my salt encrusted shoes
But in the end the truth is
All I can share is photos
Visit Laguna Chaxa, don’t disturb the flamingos
Ride funiculars in Valpo, order a pastel de choclo
I keep being awoken
In the dead of night
By barking stray dogs
Out chasing cars
I carry you wherever I go
In my salt encrusted shoes
But in the end the truth is
All I can share is photos
It’s a disorienting feeling to be suddenly back home
Was it just a dream already scattered to places unknown?
Was it even worth
Coming back?
I see you from afar
And blow you a kiss…
I carry you wherever I go
In my salt encrusted shoes
But in the end the truth is
All I can share is photos
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You were rooting through trash on the edge of downtown
Scouring estate and yard sales
Scavenging parts from cars abandoned in a meadow
In a heavenly flash she flew in earthbound
And became your holy grail
It’s so easy to forget she can only be viewed through a telescope
Like a dispatch from the Oort cloud
Into your orbit she’d sail
Disrupting your world in such a spectacular show
You’re seized by the need to touch her somehow
You want to grab her by the tail
Expend all your strength and refuse to ever let go
Don’t aim for shooting stars
Don’t pine for the wandering moon
Never set your sites on a comet
Don’t aim for shooting stars
Don’t pine for the wandering moon
Never set your sites on a comet
You’re aware her path is an elliptical route
You can predict without fail
Yet you’re so entranced by her ethereal glow
You cannot catch her — that’s not allowed
The physics won’t let you prevail
You might as well snatch at flakes from of a flurry of snow
Don’t aim for shooting stars
Don’t pine for the wandering moon
Never set your sites on a comet
Don’t aim for shooting stars
Don’t pine for the wandering moon
Never set your sites on a comet
Yes, there’s a cosmic spark to her embrace
Yes, her impact’s made a mark you cannot erase
But once she departs you must not give chase
For you’ll always be kept apart by silent and empty space
Your meteoric rise was eclipsed by your doubt
You feared like mad you’d fail
It was imperative that you crash and burn, you know
Feel the earth drag under your plough
Thresh your wheat with a flail
Steady yourself and resist the pull of tomorrow
Don’t aim for shooting stars
Don’t pine for the wandering moon
Never set your sites on a comet
Don’t aim for shooting stars
Don’t pine for the wandering moon
Never set your sites on a comet
Don’t aim for shooting stars
Don’t pine for the wandering moon
Never set your sites on a comet
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10. |
You Will Sail With Me
04:30
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I will build a sailboat
You will sail with me
We will sail together
You will sail with me
My feet feel the sand rush
As I slowly sink
The waves tug my ankles
As I slowly sink
I know it’s just a dream but
I like it anyway
I know it’s just a dream but
I just can’t
Give it up
Today
Dear
Run up shore then retreat
And crisscross the sea
We could sail forever
And crisscross the sea
I know it’s just a dream but
I like it anyway
I know it’s just a dream but
I just can’t
Give it up
Today
Dear
I will build a sailboat
You will sail with me
We will sail together
You will sail with me
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11. |
Your Inexorable Pull
02:06
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I feel your inexorable pull
As we travel in the same circles
I feel your inexorable pull
As we travel in the same circles
Maybe one day these concentric rings
Will meet in an intersection
Can we achieve visual contact?
I’m hoping there’ll be a connection…
I feel your inexorable pull
As we travel in the same circles
I feel your inexorable pull
As we travel in the same circles
I can’t explain all the forces
Behind this strange attraction
I am flotsam, a derelict vessel
Fueled only by my imagination…
I don’t really know that much about you
All I know is that I know about you
And that seems to be about enough for
me…
I could launch a miniature spacecraft
On a mission to your doorway
And you could send up a weather balloon
To meet my argonauts half way
I feel your inexorable pull
As we travel in the same circles
I feel your inexorable pull
As we travel in the same circles
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E.G. Phillips San Francisco, California
E.G. Phillips is a San Francisco based songwriter who creates lyric driven songs with his own special blend of whimsy and cinematic imagery which he uses to give a wry take on dealing with the longings of the heart and the madness of existence.
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