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Realms (Reprise)
02:14
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Behold the draping cosmic veil
Cloaking which we cannot see
A masterminded archetype
Intricate in its design
To guide the ones who dedicate
The trip to love and honesty
Give the rest another chance
And learn the lessons that they need
Realms
Realities and Realms
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2. |
Pretty Good Guy
04:01
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He's addicted to pinball like cocaine
Dabbled with the latter just the same
He's gone and cheated on a couple of his lovers
He never tells the cops his real name
So they call him Boss, or Hoss, or Handsome
He'll never pass a chance to get high
You can always judge a band by their covers
Bet your ass that he's a Pretty Good Guy
Five months straight of six night shifts through the weekend
Represent a working mans voice
A pseudo-metal, punk-rock loving outlaw
You damn rights a mama's boy by choice
Be it hours or days of a distance
He'll always get you out of a bind
You can always judge a man by his mother
So bet your ass that this one is a Pretty Good Guy
A smooth talking devil of the nightlife
An early morning coffee cup in hand
Well, he'll exercise his freedom of expression
And he won't back down once he takes his stand
He can talk himself out of any situation
But he sure as hell ain't afraid to fight
Never get between a man and his brother
Bet your ass that he's a Pretty Good Guy
All good times should be followed by another
Bet your ass he's a Pretty Good Guy
Good God, he's a good guy
Good God, he's a pretty good guy
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3. |
Moose Mountain
03:00
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Moose Mountains at sundown
Alfalfa and cloverleaf
I wade into a drink hole
Water to the bottom of my hand-cut leather-bound stir-ups
As the sun dips
A melancholy chill of Montgomery Creek
My last dip of Red Man
My first real hurt of the evening
And I twist one tighter than the cinch of my saddle
And I'll take to an evening ride
I gotta thirteen year old palomino mare
With a need for a contact high
And if the marijuana makes me miss them
Then my saddle-horse makes it right
I'll tell her tales 'bout the women of the winter
And the lost loves in my life
I had to learn the hard way
I'm always rushing back into love
By chasing on another
That I kept as a back-up plan just to cover up the trails
Of the last one
Oh but my age has helped me see
That I should take a winter
And spend a little time on me
Moose Mountains at sundown
Alfalfa and cloverleaf
I wade into a drink hole
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4. |
Crooked Old Earth
03:44
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Missing kids and aeroplanes
Anxiety and hurricanes
Locusts swarm across the plaines
Like we said they would
Whales littering the beach
Needles wash up on the streets
And you can make love to a computer screen
For six-ninety-nine a month
It's just a trip straight to the grave from the day of our birth
I wouldn't wish my enemy to this Crooked Old Earth
Alcohol and broken homes
The illusions of what we own
We used up all the dinosaur bones
In cars that we can't fix
At the alter of the TV stand
The puppets live in government
Well country sucks and Buddy Holly's dead
May the Starman cross quick
When we all come back around and it still just spins the same
I'll wait it out in another realm until something has changed
Bank or broke, kind or cruel
Innocent of black and blue
In the end she comes for you
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5. |
Heat Of The Sun
04:01
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The Heat of the Sun quit reminding me of living
I used to bask in its glory and its shade
But with each waking hour leading into its existence
Grows a pit that just develops through the day
Depending on the night that came before it
How I went and chose to make a day
I'll sleep in for as long as I want, woman
Was up here half the night just lying awake
Well, I worry if my thoughts don't change
The ones that I might entertain
Define a man as simply overcome
'Cause I always thought we just turn to dust
Or wander 'round like we were lost
Headed for the Heat of the Sun
Well, the Heat of the Sun gave me an empire that I could stand on
And the stands I had to take to keep it that way
I guess where I saw myself as a provider
I know I missed the mark on how to spend a day
I got two strong boys just trying to catch their father
One's paying an honest dollar for all that I made
And the other just comes and goes like I used to
Try and keep busy every time he's gotta leave
If my old man saw me this way
He'd hop right out from of his grave
And take me to a place to overcome
If return whence we came
He hopped a cosmic bullet train
and headed for the Heat of the Sun
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6. |
Men My Age
05:02
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I remember a better time before what I'd become
Back when a day was half over
And I was planning out the rest with the heat from the rising sun
Now I'm sleeping in 'til noon
So the phonebook took me to a leather couch in the room with another man
Lying on my back and staring at the ceiling
Talking 'bout problems I never even knew I had
A professional opinion on what to do
He said you might find weight gained and suicidal tendencies
And be sure to take with food
Ya find yourself flirting with the line the good Lord drew you years ago
Tearing down the tarmac going just about as fast as one can go
Oh and then the pain starts slowly creeping in on men my age
It's clear that someone's pockets line with each prescription filled
I got red ones and orange ones and yellow and green ones
That are all supposed to help
Violet, indigo and blue
They seem to makes things better as long as I can fight the urge to
Wash'em down with booze
(Nightmare Rambling)
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7. |
The Grip
04:02
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You don't know The Grip until you need to pull away
It comes like a nail up from under your ribs
And settles in a resting place
Moves around just to feel the barbs and spreads into an ache
Long and dull until you let it get its way
You don't know The Grip until you're desperate for a change
Comes with the power to manifest
Give itself a shape
It'll walk into the ones you love, 'til they start to break
Let them go like it's some kind of fucking game
It'll tease, taunt, chase you 'til you're caught
It'll come, settle in and stay
It'll poke, prod, 'til it gets what it wants
Knowing that you'll never be the same
You don't know The Grip until you look it in the eye
Deem its handle powerless and strip it of its lie
You may have to watch your back for the remainder of your life
You won't know it 'til you look it in the eye
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8. |
Jesus in a Backbeat
03:32
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I sought a pathway riddled with destruction
I came addicted to ungodly sights and a momentary rush
And regardless of my best of intensions
My attempts were never quite enough
I heard pieces of a greater type of wisdom
I heard the teachings of an unconditional love
I held glimpses of life's greater meanings
How we share a consciousness of one
The Lord showed me in lights the seven chakras of my soul
I found Jesus in a backbeat, the phase on my guitar
Let the Holy Spirit tear through a Telecaster lick
The low end set my energy within
(Mother Mary drive the hell clean out of it )
There's a fire burning wicked in the mind's eye
To one releases that which does not serve
Surrender in an effort of forgiveness
To truly show a chance at the rebirth
I found myself in dire desperation
Begging for a saviour and the power of his blood
It was instant in the pit of my stomach
A burning that spread throughout my lungs
I was answered when I cried for protection
I'll never turn my back on the Holy Son
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9. |
Interloper
04:45
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In waves static hums, vision bends beyond the rocks
An interweaving rider comes on a passing comet's tail
With a palomino spirit steed he finds himself in desperate need
Of riding through the desolate
Space between the stars
He's get to stop and wait for time to take him
Back to worlds whence he came
Man upon a horse named Dream
Very few cross these planes
And discover what they seek
As the timelines bleed
One must awaken to recognize it isn't as it seems
Well, cosmic cycles come around as history repeats itself
He's bounced between a bigger band and far beyond the brink
Through glitches gets to parallels of different versions of himself
Challenge tricks and ancient trades
Of travel, it's the golden age
A time, two times and half a time
He saved him from a den of lions
Just point his nose towards the west
With a whistle and a kick they'll catch the second setting sun
In a glimpse of golden mane [gold lamé]
Only to return again, and again, and again, and again
Stillness in the evening air allows for open passages
The contours of a mounted mare wander in and out
One must awaken to see themselves existing
As an intricate extension to a greater loving presence
Where intension honours no mistake
The synchronistic coming days
Of signs on signs confirm belief
That one must ask, one then shall receive
Gardens hang in Babylon
The reigning king constructs the works
Soon to quickly call upon the one who reads the dreams
Ten times better than the wise
Welcomed all within the court
Explain my worries of the night or death be what I deem
A body built on feet of clay
Mixed with iron to the legs
Thighs of bronze, silver arms and breasts to head of gold
Statue crushed by a rock
That grew into a mountain range
Filling up the entire earth, oh, tell me what's this mean
Of the kingdoms yet to be
Three to follow yours My Highness
Shall fall to supremacy of my loving God's
Oh my king the tree is you
Commanded by the heavenly
To fall by being cut in two, acknowledge Heaven rules
Visions of the beasts at sea
Visions of the ram and goat
Visions of the seventy weeks, kings of north and south
Multitudes who sleep in dust
Of the earth will awake
Some to everlasting life and the rest to shame
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10. |
Realms
03:40
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They say that there's a silver chord
Connects us to a higher place
A lifeline of nourishment
Protected in a sheet of light
And in the crossing hour
As the illusion starts to fade
Release of earthly selfishness
And let connection dissipate
May the place created by
Your conscious thought be welcoming
Guided recollection through
Benevolence and The Divine
Self evaluate to recognize an honest sense of being
Ascending to a higher state
Reconnect with purity
I myself might stick around for a couple of days
Realms
Realities and Realms
Realms
Realities and Realms
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Blake Berglund regina, Saskatchewan
The timing of the coronavirus pandemic aligned with the ending of an album cycle and Blake Berglund accepted it was more
interesting to disappear.
Berglund emerges in a new environment as a truther with a job to do. His songwriting is influenced by a rapidly changing society and the glaring difficulties of the human condition. A thoughtful twang packaged with a fearless and satirical wit.
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