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Backwards in Light
01:42
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She’s all you could want in this world
She’s one damn beautiful girl
She could send you to spin
Hit the ground with a blink and a curl.
She answers to “Honey, it’s me”
On Monday and Sunday and all in-between
And she’s waiting on a gentleman
That she ain’t never seen
She won’t say that she’s had enough
She won’t tell you what she’s been thinking of
That there must be no Love, no Dove, no God above
Mama don’t pick up the phone
Baby won’t even come home
And a picture of him is her comfort
When she is brought low
I’ve come here to wash off the mud
& salt from the mixture of iron and blood
And carry you backwards in light
Girl I tell you what
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2. |
You & Me & The Moon
04:01
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Well I left with the speed of a flash my dear
I left with the speed of a flash
If only that flash was as bright as the rest
Maybe I’d see when I could come back
I met for a while with an old friend of mine
I’ll meet for a couple wiles more
But strong is my shield and good strength will it yield
For too weak the hinges that hold up my door
And too weak the bolts that keep it from the floor
But don’t worry darling, I’ll be home soon
In time to see you & me & the moon
And we’ll be caught chasing down traces of June
When next it’ll be you & me & the moon
Well, it feels like a mountain to climb is our task
Like a mountain to climb with no compass or map
But I’ll lead us through and I’ll fight off for you
The dangers and demons that aim for our backs
All the dangers and demons that stand in our path
While I stand on the eve of a question for you
I pray for the strength to forever pull through
If I should fail or should I lose my trail
It doesn't matter how bruised or how beat
I’ll find me the strength to get back on my feet
And the demons might find me and sing me a tune
But they’ll never be you and me and the moon
For battles are won by the humble and true
For those whose worth fighting is someone like you
I’m fighting for you and me and the moon
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3. |
Deadlines
03:34
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Right around the time
My father’s wisdom was brought to question
I learned a lesson
These double-digit years
Don’t do a lot to make things clear
Like who to mess with
This ark was built by amateurs; Titanic by professionals
Give everything you’ve got like giving secrets to confessionals
Water dressed like knives, and bees make homes from hives
I hope one day you wake to see the sun and realize
That dreams are only goals with no deadlines
And goals are only dreams with deadlines
(yep)
Right around the time
My father’s wisdom was imitated
I thought I made it
But these double-digit years don’t mean I’m rid of all my fears
like when to say this, or who to say it to
Hijack another crazy train - they might think you’re insane
Though you’re the one who’s in control
They’ll seek each other’s pain
Throw all your pennies down; misshapen circles to the ground
Make Abe believe with honesty the train is comin’ ‘round
And dreams are only goals with no deadlines
And goals are only dreams with deadlines
This ark was built by amateurs...
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4. |
Uneven Denver
03:05
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Wait, I said. Wait- don’t go into space
And the stars call your name
And the stars stay the same
Stay, I said. Stay an honest one – not fake
And fate calls your name
And it’s all just a game.
I guess that I could let you go
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5. |
Colors That'll Kill You
04:25
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She’s coming with her canvas and you’ve got your brush
Gonna paint her up with color before you cover her in dust
And tell her that the browns and the greys don’t show
And she’s all seven colors of a great rainbow
She’ll think you’re an artist and she’ll set you loose
On a blank page swinging like a hangman’s noose
And you can just tell her that you love her too
When her dust-colored eyes start saying it to you
Love on the rise tastes bitter when fed
You couldn’t stay quiet with her
So you had to kill her instead
Some may say that you’re better off dead
But you don’t want to believe it
So you kill her instead
Two years later when it’s years too late
You’ve got a sea full of evil at the hangman’s gate
She wouldn’t even notice if it pours on through
See, the water that she’s looking for is a lot more blue
When the cup runs dry and it’s heavy as lead
Would you fill it up with water
Just to kill it instead
Or wash away the dust so the color’s not dead?
They can be the seven that’ll kill you instead
She’s the seven colors that’ll kill you instead.
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6. |
Marching On
02:58
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Mama don’t cry when I’m gone.
Not a tear, I’ll be back before long.
They just signed that paper in the hall
I’m answering the call and I’m marching on
Practicing death for the battle ahead
Brothers now with a fury unfed
We sacrifice morals to boost morale
Gunpowder in our blood and we’re marching on
I can hear the beat of a drum
The fire and the smoke from the barrel of a gun
Its lone companion in my side
I join in the battle cry for my mother at home
And I’m marching on
In the forest I lie until I’m dead and gone
And the battle goes on
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7. |
Grandfather Clock
04:25
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8. |
Shoulders
05:22
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The soldier said '"I haven't walked
But seven miles since I came"
Don't tell me you appreciate me
Try at least to learn my name
The simple fact that I'm employed
The complex act of facing shame
When all the love has been deployed
What fighting heart can I avoid?
I missed love but love was patient
I was cruel but it was kind
I had gone and lost my way
But love won't let me lose my mind
I hurt you once, I hurt you twice
A third and fourth will come again
As long as I can tell it to
A man who can erase my sin
Or maybe to a man who knows
My mission and how it began
I would put you on my shoulders
Just to get you into heaven
Even if I never made it
Well, that's all I ever wanted
One judgement day, it has been set
In place by human faces here
They brandish self-diluted truths
As weapons to my heavy boots
All this watered down destruction
Labeled least of all corruption
Any bullet fired that I recall
Was sent from those in corporate suits
Any bullet fired that I recall
was sent to those in combat boots
I would put you on my shoulders...
If I could, I would go back
And lay in place of those who bled
But I was told to hold my own
Against the drones that want me dead
I must say, I disobeyed
When I jumped in to take your place
I'd lay on seventeen grenades
Guess that'd get me ample grace
I would put you on my shoulders...
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9. |
Mary's Song
03:14
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Mother Mary, fill me in
I don't know where to begin
You see my face run wet with tears
After all these broken years
Mary, will you keep me calm
When there's always something wrong?
Wait, there's always something wrong
Has it been this way all along?
I saw your Son just yesterday
He and Tom went out to play
I doubt that I would fit right in
I doubt I'll see your Son again
Mary, freeze this frame I'm in
Because there's a smile above my chin
I'm searching for that something wrong
Somewhere, wrong is going on
Mary, I apologize
Because I'm a sinner in disguise
Hey wait, you knew this whole damn time
And you stuck with me?
Why?
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10. |
89
03:43
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I'm not gonna lie - wanna lie with you
Though I know it's not something that I can do
You can call me a sinner; that's probably true
Circle my ashes to keep me away
'Cause my soul wouldn't take back my body someday
It's left in the background under my shoes
Just breathe in the future and breathe out the past
What good is it wishing for history to last?
No I understand about moving so slow
Jumping from one stable rock to the next
To get river to river without getting wet
Is like begging to hear, "You ain't seen nothin' yet"
All of your gain
And all of your battles washed out in the rain
Can you stay?
I met a man once - about 89
His face had been carved by the chisels of time
He gave me the key with the years in his eyes
Memories had left his voice broken in parts
And he held out his hands at the ends of his arms
And said, "May you never forget what these are"
All of your days
Spent about talking; taking your place
Circle my ashes to keep me away
'Cause my soul wouldn't take back my body someday
It's left in the background under my shoes
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11. |
My Feet
08:27
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Well she came to me and stepped on my feet
With every ounce she had
The effort was cute - the black leather boot
I shouldn't laugh when she's mad
But I can't help myself
Oh honey, I've got a little bit less time
Oh honey, there's a dance that I want to learn
And it's mine
We went to the field and sat between rows
Of ripening apple trees
We stole two or three; I got to my feet
The whole place was just spinning around
Girl, you best save yourself
'Cause bad winds will blow at 20 below
And I'll give you my coat
And there might be rain again and again and again
And I will build an overhang, girl
'Cause I can't help myself
Now even when I see
Your hair is blowing backward in the breeze
Even eternity feels like it's over by now
No infantry...
No suffering, death, or disease
Could keep my feet from moving in-between
Or better yet, dead on into the rows
Of all the foes and all the fist-fights
All the hardships and bad memories
Where I can prove myself
I'll act like a fool and you'll laugh like one too
And we might be getting old
But so were the years and so are the tears
There's no sense in acting under-grown, girl
But we can't help ourselves!
I can't help myself
My feet walk themselves
My hands work themselves
My eyes look themselves
My mouth runs itself
My heart leads itself
I can’t help myself...
I can’t help myself...
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The Brothers Kaschak New York
We are:
Sean Kaschak
Mark Kaschak
We are an indie / acoustic duo from Upstate NY. We are indeed brothers... and we love you.
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