1. |
Garden Wall Prelude
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2. |
Man of the Future
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When the sun is only halfway high
And the record in my head is breaking
I run a little late
What's the emergency from one to ten
Said eleven yeah, I’ll add it to the end
‘Cause right now I’m running late
The oceans boil
The mountains shake
But I’m so tired
Of running late
Here the atlantic is a day away
(Here the atlantic is a day away)
It’s been a decade since I stood out in the waves
(It’s been a decade since I stood out in the waves)
But I hear they’re on their way
Our parents told us all what patience was
(Our parents told us all what patience was)
Then they showed us how the race was really run
(Then they showed us how the race was really run)
They’re still running
The satellites
Collide in space
But I’m so tired of running late
The cameras roll
(The cameras roll)
The old gods wake
(The old gods wake)
But I’m so tired of running late
And all, I ever wanted for
A day without a name
A day without a name
And all, I ever wanted for
A day without a name
A day without a name
And all, I ever wanted for
A day without a name
A day without a name
A day
Finally the storm subsides
Time is dripping but the river’s running dry
And we’re all running late
I drop my head into my aching hands
The shifting sands
The end-time plans they’re all running late
The markets tank
The freeways vacate
but I’m so tired of running late
I’m so tired (I’m so tired)
And it's so late (and it’s so late)
I’m so tired of running late
And all I ever wanted for
A day without a name
A day without a name
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4. |
Daydream Interlude
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5. |
The Neighborhood
03:24
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We all cry on
The neighborhood is all but gone
No it won’t be long
The seas are rising
Cry, Cry on
It’s up to you
Once upon a time a garden bloomed and there was room
Inside for lovers and thieves and the strange
And the cynical
But one time was all that it took to see
That there could be
A life free of toil and tears
At least for a few
We all cry on
The neighborhood is all but gone
No it won’t be long
The seas are rising
Cry, Cry on
It’s up to you
One spark was all that the engine took
We turned to look
They say that the same fire it burns today
We couldn’t help but stare
At the flames rising everywhere
They’re downtown shaking hands
With champagne and marching bands
Their pants rolled to their knees
In case of encroaching seas while we
While we
We all cry on
The neighborhood is all but gone
No it won’t be long
The seas are rising
Cry, Cry on
It’s up to you
We all cry on
The neighborhood is all but gone
No it won’t be long
The seas are rising
Cry, Cry on
It’s up to you
(Once upon a time a garden bloomed)
(Once upon a time a garden bloomed)
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6. |
The Hangman
02:14
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Give my time, give my body, give my mind but is it enough
No it’s never enough
Take this bread, take this bullet to the head said is it enough
No it’s never enough
Be my wife be the beginning of my life but is it enough
No it’s never enough
Be my friend, whether close by or distant but is it enough
No it’s never enough, never enough
For me to call the hangman to my side and tell him I have no last words
Other than these
For me to look my children in the eye and tell them that this world is their
Problem now
Sold my car, left my wallet at the bar but is it enough
No it’s never enough
Left my job, left my clothes at the bus stop but is it enough
No it’s never enough
For me to sing the hangman through my hood and tell her I don’t want to see
What happens next
For me to show my children around the world and when they ask me tell them
Good luck with all that
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7. |
Homemade Love
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8. |
Beyond the Garden Wall Part II
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9. |
We Found Our Place in the Sun
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10. |
Mr Longtime Friend
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11. |
A Simpler Time
03:27
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Everyday now that I’ve been awake
Life just becomes too complicated to make
Any sense of what was left here for us
Left in the dust of a simpler time
Living here in my grandmother’s house
Thumbing the bible my mom hollowed out
Her parents must have thought they'd all gone to hell
Broken the spell of a simpler time
We belong
Where the wind blows and the grass grows strong
And the days are long
We’ll survive
By the stripped end of the last live wire
In a simpler time
Now I know the future ‘cause I’ve read ahead
Their flying cars lie along the river bed
Their priestess warns of the ego of man
And sings to the clan of a simpler time
We belong
Where the wind blows and the grass grows strong
And the days are long
We’ll survive
By the stripped end of the last live wire
In a simpler time
By and by
When the cloud bursts and the grid lights day
And we step outside
We’ll survive
By the good grace of our own two eyes
In a simpler time, ohh
In a simper time
Everyday now that I’ve been awake
Life just becomes too complicated to make
Any sense of what was left here for us
Left in the dust of a simpler time
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12. |
Beyond the Garden Wall
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13. |
What a Life
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Alex Stanton, folk-pop artisan of townsppl, melds imaginative storytelling and eclectic instruments to create songs that resonate with warmth and ingenuity.
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