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Mark of Cain - Unsettled
07:29
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Dreams of the hawk still haunt the summer sky
This dying land is broken, the river has run dry
We wept for the days and birds and butterflies
Long gone …so long
All the people say beware the mark of Cain
They would not dare to know your cares. They would not share your pain
Branded by a moment destiny ordained
For the sun …must shine on
We will be amazed by a grace that can heal
We will find a way to tell the world just how we feel
We will find some days still unbroken by the wheel …that turns
All our days are numbered, the darkest paths we tread
The monster cannot slumber for his dreams in red
In the dawn Able died, from the ground his blood cried
Long gone …so long
We will be amazed by a grace that can heal
We will find a way to tell the world just how we feel
We will find some days still unbroken by the wheel …that turns
I heard the wind cry the name of Zion
I saw her image in the shifting sand
She wanted a shoulder to cry on
She wanted someone to understand
There aint no saints in Zion
No sinners either as far as I know
There aint no bag of tricks
No quick and easy fix
In Zion it’s just a show.
I swam in the streams of Babylon
I swam in the water of the Rivers of Life
The Priest of the Stars, he knew my name there
He knew the troubles I call my life
There aint no saints in Babylon
No sinners either as far as I can tell
You can get your kicks
On the other side of the River Styx
But in Babylon, life is hell
Why am I talking to you anyway?
You never hear what I have to say
You never dared and you never will
Your life is a dream because you’re asleep
There’s more to love than you can keep
There’s more to life than you can kill
Underneath the cedars of Lebanon
Sleeps the secret of a holy land.
The seventh son of a seventh son
Aint the son of the prodigal man
There aint no saints in Lebanon
No sinners either as far as I can see
I’ve been up and down these roads
All the way to Jericho
On up to Tyre through Galilee
Still unsettled
Still not free
Still unsettled
Still not free
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Walking in from the edge of town
He doesn’t look up but he never looks down
The old trickster’s last grand parade
The crowd does fade ….from view
Finding all the things hidden on the side
Where’s the magic, now?
Mind you what it brings when you take the ride
Feel your soul go down
You may know what’s in the ground
But do you know what makes the sound?
The root of the small tree is the fruit of the tall tree
And that’s how it all works out
Feel the sky
Falling down
I came to town yesterday
Don’t know how long I’m gonna stay
The old trickster waiting here
Watch ’em all
Disappear!
When you really think you’ve got it all worked out
Will you fill me in?
Abel’s apparition was a shadow of doubt
And there he goes again
You may know what’s in the ground
But do you know what makes the sound?
The fruit of the small tree is the root of the tall tree
And that’s how it all works out
Feel the sun
Shining down.
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Marvel
04:11
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What are you afraid you’re going to lose this time?
I know sometimes it’s hard to swallow
Everybody has got to sweat sometime
How the sky glows as the day goes and still the sky glows
Mine is a mood of thirty-one flavors
I’ve got more color than a rainbow could know
I won’t do you any favors
It’s the least I can do, I hope that it will comfort you
It’s the best I can do
The satellites are looking bright tonight
The TV only shows arriving UFOs
As we stood upon the earth
And marveled to the skies
It felt like the first time
I opened up my eyes
Now this world is full of thunder
And a fear has taken hold
Try to find that sense of wonder
That you use to know, wonder made us grow
Re-member that you know
The aeroplanes are flying high tonight
Transmitting to the mind as they criss-cross through the skies
As we stood upon the earth
I felt a tremble from inside
It felt like the first time
I knew I had to try
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Alarm Clock
02:56
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It’s 9:11 in the morning
Time to wake it up
The day came with no warning
There was no time to make it up
As the bell rings
And wakes us from our dreams
The last thing we see
Is the land of the free
It’s 9:11 in the morning
The day has broken loud and clear
And the silence is so alarming
As it echoes in my ear
Angels shake their wings
And try to shake us from our dreams
The last thing that we see
Is the land of the free
When fear is on the lips of everyone we hear
We forget who we are and what we’re doing here …Hey! Hey! Hey!
It’s 9:11 in the morning and we’ve slept too late
The bus has come and gone and now it’s walk or wait
It’s 9:11 in the morning and there’s such a fuss
They’re saying global warming is going to be the death of us
There’s no more room for error and there’s no more room for blame
There’s no more room for terror and there’s no more room for shame …Hey! Hey! Hey!
Who will step forward? Who will speak for us?
Who will risk it all for that seat on the bus?
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The Symphonette
08:45
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Instrumental
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Voodoo Mouth
03:56
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One mere mortal’s broken rhymes
Tell the tale of the life and crimes
In the age of the Voodoo Mouth
Gaze upon a scene of death
Shocked and awed with baited breath
And on the scene live accounts
Hypnotized! Hypnotized!
Frames and plots and lies and lies
We’ll be back with a body count
The story broke and we got it all
From Hiroshima to the Berlin Wall
It’s your world but we’re in charge
Brought to you by your favorite credit card
By my blood I will tell
The levees broke and the towers fell
I swear I saw it all on my TV
From New York to New Orleans
Times were hard and life was mean
In the golden age of misery
Some folks looked for food to eat
While others died out in the streets
Our cameras caught all of the tragedy
The bottle broke and the truth leaked out
Fires out west and floods down south
Mojo risin’ in the east
While Little George rode astride the Beast
What if your life was blown away by a hurricane?
And everyone you knew was washed away?
And no-one came for days and days?
To see if you were ok?
One mere mortal’s broken dream
Feed the fires of worldly things
Oh the schemes of the Voodoo Mouth!
Does not forget, cannot forgive
Suffers not to let live
On the scene live accounts
A million zombies on a chain
Curse each other and share their pain
We’ll be back with the body count
The deal was done and they had their way
Then on to Baghdad and Guantanamo Bay
With Halliburton and hell to pay
Spat from the Voodoo Mouth.
What if your life was blown away by a hurricane?
And everyone you knew was washed away?
And no-one came for days and days?
To see if you were ok?
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Rocker's Requiem
03:03
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I remember the day you told me John Lennon died
I rose up from my bed and I cried
That night as Judas waited by the front gate
And took our love to feed our hate
Christ you know it aint easy
You know how hard it can be
I still miss the big easy
And the way things used to be
I remember the day you told me Jerry had passed
I felt so sad but raised my glass
So may your cup be full and full once again
May your light shine to the end
Christ you know it aint easy
You know how hard it can be
I still miss the big easy
And those nights on Bourbon Street.
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Alamantra Birmingham, Alabama
Alamantra began in Birmingham, Alabama in 2000.
They play a mix of psychedelic rock, blues, groove, folk-
rock & down home jam.
Though the term “indie” has been reduced to being a misnomer, Alamantra truly is an indie band. From the beginning, it has been built on a DIY ethic.
The current lineup features:
Bobby Shiflett: Gtr. Vox
Steve Casteel: Gtr.
Ken Shiflett: Drums
Richmond Culp: Bass, Vox
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