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The Garden
03:30
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We found comfort in the uncertain
We don’t need to know
There is comfort in the uncertain!
We don’t need to know
All my sorrow flew away
All this sorrow full of shame
When I wrote this song
Of roots and flowers
No, we don’t know what is next
But oh! We know we’ll do our best
When we play these songs
Of trees and madness
It’s wood, it’s fire
It’s light and it’s darkness
Oh, my sweet Garden Band tell me where we’re gonna go now
Oh, my sweet Garden Band tell me where we’re gonna go now
We know that being honest we’ll face all
And walk through this long and foggy road
Even now that we can’t see
What’s below our feet
It’s wood, it’s fire
It’s light and it’s darkness
It’s sound and it’s silence
It’s our seeds growing in the garden
We found comfort in the uncertain and now
Now we don’t need to know
Oh, my Garden Band band tell me where we’re gonna go now
Oh, my Garden Band band tell me where we’re gonna go now
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Waiting
04:10
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All the hours I’ve been waiting
All the days that I’ve been thinking
What will happen tomorrow
All the times my ears and eyes
Were not open and my mind
Flew away from this red room, where I write
Flew away from this red room, where I write
Now that time is going faster
Ears and eyes are open wider
My mind is sitting on a plane
And I know that we’ve been places
And I know I’ll miss your faces
And I know it will be hard
But I know…
That I have to go
And I know that we’ve been places
And I know I’ll miss your faces
And I know it will be hard
But I know…
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That I have to go
That I have to go
All the hours I was waiting
All the days that I was thinking
What would happen tomorrow
Waiting for today to pass
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3. |
I'm not saying
02:35
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All these words
That I’ve got stuck in my throat
Won’t let me breathe
Let’s take them out, I’m gonna sink
And all these problems
That I made up in my mind
They are all gone
They were all gone, as you said hi! to me
All the pain we haven’t felt
And all the lies we haven’t said
Keep us alive
And the time is going by
And I don’t care how many miles
I feel you’re here, sitting by me
I’m not saying, I’m not saying
I don’t miss you every night
Every day, every time
I take a breath
What I’m saying, what I’m saying
Is the time is going by
And I don’t care how many miles
I feel you’re here, sitting by me
Hey, my lover
Here I am, writing a song
Will be done soon
The day is sung by me and you
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La vieja
04:21
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She was walking very slowly
She was walking down the Street
One day, she was pretty
One day, she was the queen
And she felt beautiful that morning
Although she forgot to comb her hair
She was wearing her purple coat
Buttoned up, buttoned up to her neck
And the streets were full of people
But no one noticed she was there
No one asked how she felt that day
‘Cause no one really seemed to care
And people thought she was crazy
And the kids were scared of her
She used to go to church on Sunday,
she really enjoyed Chopin
And she had read one thousand books
And at history she was the best
But her stories were getting lost
She forgot all at the end
And the streets were full of people
But no one noticed she was there
No one asked how she felt that day
‘Cause no one really seemed to care
And the streets were full of people
But no person was found there
She was trying to buy some medicines
Two weeks later, the doctor said
Now it’s too late
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Soon
03:13
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Soon I’ll be gone my lover
Soon I’ll be done with all of this
Soon all of this will be stories
Stories of us of you and me
Soon I’ll be gone my lover
Soon I’ll be done with all of this
Soon I will meet you by the river
And this song will be sung by you and me
When the banjos are all gone
and there’s no guitar no more
If you have been left alone
and you want to awake your soul
Tiririri tiritirititi
Well I’ll tell you,
you just have to sing this song
Soon we’ll be back my lover
Soon we’ll get back to all of this
Soon we will meet up by the river
And this song will be sung by you and me
And I find myself in trouble
Every time I try to write a song
But oh, you see
Still there are so many words unwritten
And so many melodies
We still have to sing
Soon we’ll be back my lover
Soon we’ll get back to all of this
Soon we will meet up by the river
And this song will be sung by you and me
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6. |
Andando
04:39
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Andando caminos desconocidos
Tu música retumba en mis oídos
Tocando acordes que no son míos
En melodías que un día compartimos
Limpiando las heridas de las manos
Que escriben las canciones y son testigos
De una batalla entre hermanos
Que ha empezao aquí
Andando voy abriéndome camino
Y me alejo de la casa en la que un día
Esta misma boca dijo
Me quiero morir aquí
Andando caminos desconocidos
Tu música retumba en mis oídos
Tocando acordes que no son míos
En melodías que un día compartimos
Luchando con fantasmas conocidos
Se aparecen y me joden y les gano
Y con la música a otra parte
Y me siento a la orilla de este río
Esperando a que las horas o el camino
Me dejen pasar
Me dejen pasar
Andando caminos desconocidos
Esta música retumba en mis oídos
Tocando acordes que ya son míos
En esta melodía sin sentido
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