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Seven Swords
03:56
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Orange blossom boys, they joined the regiment
Six-ton heavy and their fate was set
Rolled the crooked dice for the lives they bet
Wild cards stolen from a loaded deck
You can work the mine or you can fire the gun
Stone-set choices for the chosen ones
But men will break when all the medals are won
Seven samurai, midday sun
We will mark our face above the suns of home
Pulling seven swords out of seven stones
Seven swords will bear our name again
Seven swords will dance in flame again
In the wasteland deep down in the heart of hell
Sand soaked scarlet where the seven fell
And the crooked dice, they never rolled so well
Seven samurai, toll their bell
From the wretched skies comes a glowing rain
Soil burned barren til we meet again
Seven swords will bear our name again
Seven swords will dance in flame again
And cut through the darkness
Seven swords will bear our name again
Seven swords will dance in flame again
And cut through the darkness
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2. |
The River Stays the Same
04:54
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Spoken words on lonely hills
Where swallows fly and souls to mend
A man is not a man till loneliness subsides
The river stays the same, but we’re just sailing through the night
I’m waiting for the sun, the voices tell me it’s alright
Franklin came from hilltop
Nineteen years of age
Signed up for the army
Just to get a wage
Stationed on an island
Far away from home
His liberty was stolen
Silenced with a gun
The river stays the same
But we’re sailing through
The river stays the same
What more can we do?
With heavy heart and heavy loss, my boots were filled with sand
Like easing in the deadly spring, it's man versus man
The river stays the same, but we’re just sailing through the night
I’m waiting for the sun, the voices tell me that it’s time
Johnny joined the navy
Just to get away
Boyhood dreams of glory
Over in a day
“Mother can you help me?”
The fallen hero cries
The corpsman tends his body
Looking to the skies
The river stays the same
But we’re sailing through
The river stays the same
What more can we do?
Ira was a loner
Saw demons in the sand
Came from Arizona
In the open land
Heroes don’t come easy
Ira walked the mile
Now the angels tend his body
High above the sky
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3. |
Rose Red Sunset
04:46
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All alone, I waited for the stars to fall
The earth to swallow me up whole
Left my spirit far behind among your tears
That no false promise could console
In a sea of mud, I drowned my dreams
And cursed the power of their lies
And I walk the barren path of yesterdays
With memories of contented sighs
When all I needed was a rose red sunset
(All I carried was the look in your eyes)
All I needed was a rose red sunset
(All I carried was the look in your eyes)
When the day is fading like a smothered flame
And night is gently raining down
I will find sweet comfort in my hard-won pain
And wear my failure like a crown
From my throne of ash, I'll make a new decree
And wrestle angels in the air
And upon the barren path of yesterdays
I'll sleep and dream of summers fair
When all I needed was a rose red sunset
Is somebody out there?
Is somebody out there?
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Bruce and Jamie Watson Dunfermline, UK
Bruce Watson: Vocals, guitars, E-bow
Jamie Watson: Vocals, guitars
Thomas Kercheval: Vocals, guitars, bass, drum programming
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