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1. |
A Moon Half Full
04:33
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Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I hope.
You doubt.
We work so hard
To accept what we don’t understand.
We work so hard
To approach each other with open hands.
Hold on.
Hold out.
You whisper.
I shout.
We work so hard
To hear the melody.
We work so hard
To bring the harmony.
A glass half empty
And a moon half full.
It moves the waters.
I know you feel the pull.
Give blood.
Take pain.
Dry tears.
Bring rain.
We work so hard
To make this desert bloom.
We work so hard
To fill these empty rooms.
A glass half empty
And a moon half full.
It moves the waters.
I know you feel the pull.
A glass half empty
And a moon half full.
It moves the waters.
I know you feel the pull.
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2. |
The Haze
05:51
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I’ll dance the dance.
I’ll be the fool.
Red light from the setting sun
Reflects on stagnant pools.
The past is present
In every war we fight.
Old statues crumbling
In the crimson light.
I hear a well worn song.
An old melody that frays.
It’s hard to see a future
Looking backward through the haze.
Driven by old stories.
Brittle fallen leaves.
Shape the past for present need.
Never have to grieve.
Memory like thickets
Of ancient moss choked trees.
Branches catch the wind and sigh
Forlorn reveries.
I hear a well worn song.
An old melody that frays.
It’s hard to see a future
Looking backward through the haze.
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3. |
Labyrinth
06:32
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Pools of night surround islands of city lights
A labyrinth hiding just out of sight.
In these stranger times, echoing slanted rhymes,
Survival just another crime.
Concrete lands anchored on shifting sands
Permanence passing from hand to hand.
Live your life fearing the sharpened knife
Of words meant only to bring more strife.
We share the guilt of this terrible thing we’ve built.
A labyrinth, dark utterance.
Walls like stone, built of words alone.
Tear them down. Just tear it down.
Lines on maps creating their own cold facts.
Make some live in the spaces between the cracks.
A river flows fighting the undertow
Fed from the runoff of dirty snow.
Wayward stars leading to strange bazaars
Too late to realize we’ve gone too far.
Find the song that makes the hopeless strong
New words to make a place we all belong.
We share the guilt of this terrible thing we’ve built.
This labyrinth, dark utterance.
Walls like stone, built of words alone.
Tear them down. Just tear it down.
Wayward stars leading to strange bazaars
Too late to realize we’ve gone too far.
Find the song that makes the hopeless strong
New words to make a place we all belong.
We share the guilt of this terrible thing we’ve built.
This labyrinth, dark utterance.
Walls like stone, built of words alone.
Tear them down. Just tear it down.
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4. |
Maybe It's True
05:49
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You’ve always lived inside your head
The outer world a skin you just shed.
As much as I tried, I never really could see you.
City lights, they stand in for stars.
Find a bridge, but it’s crowded with cars.
The air is cold, but you don’t seem to feel it.
Maybe it’s true
Maybe you’ll find me.
Maybe it’s you,
Someone to remind me.
I’ve lost track of all the wrong things.
To realize you never did sing.
As much as I’ve tried, I never have heard you.
Try to sleep, kept awake by my own small fears.
Maybe I’d let you go, but you never were here.
A silhouette, a shadow behind me.
Maybe it’s true
Maybe you’ll find me.
Maybe it’s you,
Someone to remind me.
Maybe it’s true
Maybe you’ll find me.
Maybe it’s you,
Someone to remind me.
I’m here waiting.
I’m still waiting.
I’ll keep waiting
Cause maybe it’s true.
Maybe it’s you.
So I’ll keep waiting.
Cause maybe it’s true.
Maybe it’s you.
So I’ll keep waiting.
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5. |
Let the Fires Burn
06:11
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The winter sun gives pale regard
To leafless trees in my back yard.
Just moments left, a dying year,
They’re stretching out like frozen tears.
I barely see the glow
The fire’s burning low
Shows all the debts I owe
I feel the season turn
So let the fires burn
Until the light returns
I dream the longest night away.
Afraid to show the things for which I pray.
The wheel’s now turning toward new light.
To release the hold of winter white.
I barely see the glow
The fire’s burning low
Shows all the debts I owe
I feel the season turn
So let the fires burn
Until the light returns
The amber light of morning,
Brings hope to those who sleep.
Winter watch fires warning,
Protect the flame they keep.
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Lighthouse
05:20
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Come in from the wild seas,
wandering One.
Leave your stormy breakers,
and your uncharted shores.
Return, return, return.
Leave your stormy breakers.
Return, return, return.
No captain of your own ship, are you,
but a galley slave.
Another steers your course on your mad journeys.
An Ahab, pursuing his pale nemesis
Through the storm.
Chorus:
Here is your lighthouse.
Here is your home.
Here’s your safe harbor.
Won’t you come in?
In from the wild seas,
In from the storm.
Here is your lighthouse.
Won’t you come home?
Take the wheel from his hands.
Make the sails obey your will.
You can strike his colors,
Be deaf to his black words,
his red, red rages.
You can strike his colors,
and his blues, his blues, his blues.
Furl his sails,
full of willful wild wind.
Let no capricious breeze disturb your passage.
Oh, here is your harbor, your safe anchorage
From the storm.
Chorus:
Here is your lighthouse.
Here is your home.
Here’s your safe harbor.
Won’t you come in?
In from the wild seas,
In from the storm.
Here is your lighthouse.
Won’t you come home?
Come home.
Won’t you
Come in from the wild seas.
Won’t you
Come in from the storm?
You can
Strike his colors,
Furl his sails.
Come in from the storm.
Please come home
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7. |
Beyond the Bend
04:53
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We’ve lived beside this river.
Safely by the shore.
Feared no rising water.
No war.
Now I think a flood is coming.
The life we’ve known will end.
This river’s going to carry us
Beyond the bend.
Beyond the bend
Security and friends.
Beyond the bend
Cool water carries me.
Secure in my own knowledge.
Thought I could comprehend.
I thought I knew the way of things.
Things end.
Now the weather’s changing.
Got to build a boat.
Got to hope I make it well
It floats.
Beyond the bend
Security and friends.
Beyond the bend
Cool water carries me.
We set out for the sea.
Can we all be free?
We’re headed for the sea,
Together.
I see so many neighbors.
Clinging to old ways.
They can’t see the coming flood.
New days.
But the clouds on the horizon
Are obsidian and gray
The sky is getting dark.
Trees sway.
Beyond the bend
Security and friends.
Beyond the bend
Cool water carries me.
We set out for the sea.
Can we all be free?
We’re headed for the sea,
Together.
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8. |
Refuge
04:58
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No voice.
Given no choice.
So hard to keep some dignity.
So hard to find a place to be.
Last refuge,
Last chance to find a place.
First footsteps,
They never leave a trace.
We’re left to wandering and wondering.
What is home?
Found family.
Amidst calamity.
Hold on to what vision you can find.
When it seems that all the world’s gone blind.
Last refuge,
Last chance to find a place.
First footsteps,
They never leave a trace.
We’re left to wandering and wondering.
What is home?
Your spirit moves.
Footsteps follow on.
No need prove,
Your right to carry on.
Last refuge,
Last chance to find a place.
First footsteps,
They never leave a trace.
We’re left to wandering and wondering.
What is home?
No voice.
Given no choice.
So hard to keep some dignity.
So hard to find a place to be.
Last refuge,
Last chance to find a place.
First footsteps,
They never leave a trace.
We’re left to wandering and wondering.
What is home?
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9. |
Chasing Ghosts
05:24
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Across a concrete sea, this crumbling domain.
A declining empire, exposing networks of steel veins.
Just keep moving, moving, no connection to this place.
So many empty words, more angry ghosts to chase.
We’re chasing ghosts.
Old ghosts.
Chasing ghosts.
Persistent memory
It’s just ghosts.
Old ghosts.
We dream in black and white
But wake to shades of gray.
I’ve built so many barriers to hide my wounded heart.
Tune out the noise and words that just keep us apart.
What difference does this all make, if everything’s a game?
Reclaim the road in from of me, try to learn its name.
We’re chasing ghosts.
Old ghosts.
Chasing ghosts.
Trapped in memory
It’s just ghosts.
Old ghosts.
We dream in black and white
But wake to shades of gray.
I take a step, move forward,
Step into new light.
Though my old ghosts haunt me.
I turn away from night.
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10. |
In the Deep Luna Sea
04:32
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Endless revolutions
Ephemeral solutions.
Everything is different
But we haven’t changed.
Drifting on the currents
Of everyday occurrence.
Looking for the heart
Of tranquility.
I’ve been courting disaster.
Refining the recipe.
Over my head
In the deep Luna Sea
It’s just another crisis.
Just vapors and cold ices.
An insulated island,
Covered in clouds.
We’ve all heard the rumors,
A source of fertile humors.
Dying of thirst
When the storms bring no rain.
I’ve been courting disaster.
Refining the recipe.
Over my head
In the deep Luna Sea
Serenity
Tranquility
A dry sea bed
Of infinite gray.
Deflecting future sorrow
Reflecting on tomorrow’s
Promise of rain.
I’ve been courting disaster.
Refining the recipe.
Over my head
In the deep Luna Sea
We’ve all heard the rumors,
A source of fertile humors.
Dying of thirst
When the storms bring no rain.
Drifting on the currents
Of everyday occurrence.
Looking for the heart
Of tranquility.
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11. |
Don't Look Away
05:05
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The sun is cloaked
With distant smoke.
It’s been a dry season.
We hold the rope,
Of slender hope.
We find a reason.
A chance of rain,
Of love regained,
It’s all here.
Don’t look away.
Don’t be afraid.
We’re all here.
The ground is cracked,
A faded map
Of where we went wrong.
You felt alone
Right through your bones.
That time is gone.
A chance of rain,
Of love regained,
It’s all here.
Don’t look away.
Don’t be afraid.
We’re all here.
The threat of war
At your front door
How can you heal it?
The hope of peace,
Of sweet release,
Now can you feel it?
A chance of rain,
Of love regained,
It’s all here.
Don’t look away.
Don’t be afraid.
We’re all here.
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12. |
Vanishing Point
05:53
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Silver sun glints on the horizon.
Everything seems so far away.
I so want to be there.
Oh, I still want to stay.
Sometimes I feel unneeded.
It’s so hard just to be.
A part of something greater,
A drop from an endless sea.
I feel the distance
Don’t you feel it too?
Some day I’ll meet you.
At the vanishing point.
Did I lose myself in you?
Or did I just get lost?
As we move toward the horizon.
Will these roads ever cross?
I feel the distance
Don’t you feel it too?
Some day I’ll meet you.
At the vanishing point.
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13. |
It's Quiet Here
05:09
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It’s been a while
It’s been a few miles
Since we’ve had a moment just to breathe.
When everything is still
And the morning sunlight spills
It’s quiet here.
Catastrophe and joy
We built and then destroyed
Now let’s take a moment just to wait.
The days that wore us down
It was all just light and sound
It’s quiet here.
You know it’s not too late
To open every gate
Accept your beauty, let the silence in.
Moonlight and regret
Learning to forget
It’s quiet here.
There is no act of will
There is no bitter pill
To just let go, let go to take the silence in.
There’s nothing to explain
We’re here and we’ll remain
It’s quiet now
It’s quiet now
It’s quiet here
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Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff San Jose, California
Jeff and Maya have an identity crisis. Their music is sometimes uproariously funny parody (like their spot-on "Bohemian Rhapsody" parody "Midichlorian Rhapsody", or hauntingly beautiful, like "Road to Jerusalem" or "Manhattan Sleeps". One way or another, their music will create strong emotions. Jeff and Maya have been creating music together since 1979, and plan to continue for some time to come. ... more
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