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The Dragon
05:37
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I heard a tale
Of a dragon who saved a town
He fought off every danger
And asked for nothing in return
He stood at one hundred feet tall
With wings that could blow down a castle
And the people looked upon him
And more than ever
They saw a god
And they sang,
“O, Holy Monster, what are you?”
And they danced all around for a fortnight or two
“But it's time for bed
So rest your head, sweet dragon
May we ever be your friends.”
Now this dragon had a home
It was far away in the mountains
And sometimes he felt lonely
Being the only one of his kind
He called the town his friends
But they believed that he was
So much more
And he sang,
“I am your savior, not your God!
I've done nothing to deserve the praise you throw around your lots”
“But it's time for bed
So rest your head, sweet dragon”
“I am ever only your friend.”
And they sang,
“O, Holy Monster, what are you?”
And they danced all around for a fortnight or two
“But it's time for bed
So rest your head, sweet dragon
May we ever be your friends.”
“I am ever always your friend.”
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2. |
Sunday Morning, 2 A.M.
03:12
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I've been so uncomfortable now
These dreams are getting harder to bear
I've been so uncomfortable now
Someday I'll just fall off this chair
Maybe it's intangible, my troubled mind
Maybe I just don't quite understand
Maybe it's untraceable to naked eyes
Maybe I should go back to bed
I've been reading longer books now
Stories of a life I wish I had
Though I haven't picked it up since four Sundays ago
It's the story that matters most
Maybe it's intangible, my troubled mind
Maybe I just don't quite understand
Maybe it's untraceable to naked eyes
Maybe I should go back to bed
I once wrote a story of a monster
Living in a canyon painted brown
I never could quite think of an ending
Maybe that's because he's still around
Maybe it's intangible, my troubled mind
Maybe I just don't quite understand
Maybe it's untraceable to naked eyes
Maybe I should go back
Maybe it's intangible, my troubled mind
Maybe I just don't quite understand
Maybe it's untraceable to naked eyes
Maybe I should go back to bed.
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3. |
Kings On The Pier
07:05
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We are but living
On a slice of bread and coffee beans
We are but treading
The water by the pier
We have but twenty-one
Lonely years between us
It seems that it's easier
To your pocket from this height
We don't know the cost of living here
All we care about is whether our hands will grow
Warm was the summer sun
That brought our worlds together
Colder was the winter grey
Where we honed our shifty craft
We are but wanting
To stay this tall forever
Brother, we'll be alright
As long as we're together
We don't know the cost of living here
All we care about is whether our hands will grow
The copper is coming
So we'll hide in our corner
And waste away the hours
But what happens when
We're bigger than now
We'll leave the streets behind
I don't wanna leave the streets behind
I don't wanna leave
Long, these eleven years
That tore our worlds away
Cold the golden badge
You wear across your chest
Though we are older now
We'll always be the legends
Of sticky hands, and faster legs
Oh, how we ruled the pier
We don't know the cost of living here
All we care about is whether our hands will grow
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Good morning
I'm warning you
Stop planting
Your flowers by the road
Or my superiors
Will have me take you in
You cannot pretend
That I'm an outlaw
For bringing some color
To where there was none before
Mister Soldier, put down your gun
My friend
Don't make me put you down
Did you know
I once killed a man
It was long ago
But I do not regret it
Who are you to say
Who'll let live, and who dies?
This world is not so cold
That anyone should die lying down
Mister Soldier, put down your gun
Dear God,
What I have I done?
If only I could take it back
I would
Maybe I do not belong
In this world...
Who are you to say
Who'll let live, and who dies?
You can be the color this world needs
It's not too late
Mister Soldier, put down your gun.
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5. |
The Dragon, Part II
06:34
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Grey skies overhead
I feel everything, and yet nothing
Maybe I'm growing lonely
Being the only one all around
It's been so many years
Since I've seen her face on this mountain
Maybe I should go
And search all the skies till I find her
And he sang,
“O, mighty creature, where are you?
I am only so strong as the one I hold on to
But it's time for bed
So I'll rest my head on this mountain
Will you ever come home?”
The townspeople gathered then
And wondered how they could help him
“Maybe we should repay him
For guarding our town all these years”
“It seems that he's growing lonely
Being the only one in this valley
Let's take all our treasure
We'll scatter the land till we find her”
And they sang
“O, Holy Monster, where are you?
We must dry the tears of our friend, that he'd be happy too
But it's time for bed
So rest your head, sweet dragon
We are ever always your friends.”
And they sang,
“O, Holy Monster, what are you?”
And they danced all around for a fortnight or two
“But it's time for bed
So rest your head, sweet dragon
May we ever be your friends.”
“I am ever always your friend.”
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I'm a rock, I'm an island
But it's lonely out here
A little box, a little entrance
With only room for one
Holding out for springtime
For leaves to grow on my branches
The thing about trees is they all seem
To grow outwards
But they never touch
Not really
Won't you say the words
You've never heard spoke to you
Maybe you're not alone
But you've never known the difference
I remember your smile
I remember your smile
I remember your smile
I remember your smile
Won't you say the words
You've never heard spoke to you
Maybe you're not alone
But you've never known the difference
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She ages not so well
With no one left to tell her secrets
The time, it passes slowly outside
But ever faster in her mind
Virginia, going home
Without leaving her pillow
She's flying at the speed of sound
To places she knows no one else has found
A dragon guards her rock
And the sea defends her island
But there's no one left there to protect her heart
Maybe now it's time to wake up
Virginia, going home
She's climbing off her pillow
She's climbing at the speed of light
And maybe she'll meet someone new tonight
She remembers your smile
She remembers your smile
She remembers your smile
And I remember your smile
Virginia, going home
Without leaving her pillow
She's flying at the speed of sound
To places she knows no one else has found
To places she knows she will not be found.
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7. |
Light Pollution
04:50
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Desert sand can make it hard to sleep
But I am finding my own way
Tumbleweeds to form my pillow
This driest earth my mattress
But I forgot to douse the fire
I'll gather water from the brook
'Cause all these stars will help me dream of warmer places
And warmer times, and all these years gone by
The wind gets colder when the moon is up
And all my clothes are painted brown
But there's no light pollution here to block my vision
Of a lonely star I remember
But I forgot to douse the fire
I'll gather water from the brook
'Cause all these stars will help me dream of warmer places
And warmer times, and all these years gone by
Gone by
But I forgot to douse the fire
I'll gather water from the brook
'Cause all these stars will help me dream of warmer places
And warmer times, and all these years gone by
Gone by
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Grasping my gun
As the world turns the other way
My Julia
On the shoreline of another place
Those endless nights
You're wasting till break of day
I'll gather my heart
Only for you I go to war
I cannot change what they've done
It seems insane, but you can't wake up
“My body lies along the cobblestones
Please help me find the ones who bring the cold”
These four long years
I've tracked your captors to Washington
I see my hands
Wrapped around their necks as they bite the sand
I cannot change what they've done
It seems insane, but you can't wake up
“My body lies along the cobblestones
Please don't come north along the open road”
I can almost feel the way that you grasp my heart
So, the reaper comes to lay the veil upon your eyes.
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9. |
January
04:14
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Sweet December, I go
Far away to cleanse the water
January, I come
To face the changes I am willing
Bought a ticket at the station
A train to go somewhere unknown
Maybe I will see you waiting
But who are you, I don't know
Holding on is sometimes good
But to the winter, we are frozen
Summertime is just a mile's ride away
So all aboard
All aboard
Holding on is sometimes good
But to the winter, we are frozen
Summertime is just a mile's ride away
So all aboard
All aboard
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10. |
The Dragon, Part III
06:05
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Gold covers the ground
But I'm so far from home
Maybe it could be
A mighty creature, my old friend
And she sang,
“O, mighty creature, where are you?
I am only so strong as the one I hold on to
But it's time for bed
So rest your head, my lover
I am on my way back home”
The wind blows against my way
But I'm still far from home
These trees have grown so tall
But I'll burn them all down to see you again
And she sang,
“O, mighty creature, where are you?
I am only so strong as the one I hold on to
But it's time for bed
So rest your head, my lover
I am on my way back home”
The fog begins to clear
I'm growing closer now
And I can hear that roar
I know it so well, my old friend
And they sang,
“O, mighty creature, here are you!”
And they danced all around for a fortnight or two
“But it's time for bed
So we'll rest our heads together
I am so glad you're back home
I am so glad you're back home.”
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11. |
Fresh Air
03:48
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Maybe you knew some way better
To keep away your greatest fears
Maybe you knew all the reasons
That you could love me the way you did
Maybe you knew some way better
To find your way back through the snow
Maybe I can find a shovel
And you could shovel your way home
Cause it's hard to take the windows down
Yea it's hard to take the windows down
And it's hard to take the windows down
Yea it's hard to take the windows down now
You were made of a different kind of light
The kind the darkness couldn't touch
I wish that I could learn to breathe the same fresh air
For now, I'll have to settle
Cause it's hard to take the windows down
Yea it's hard to take the windows down
And it's hard to break without making sound
Yea it's hard to take the windows down now.
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Sam Plotkin Los Angeles, California
Sam Plotkin is a composer from Poughkeepsie, NY.
Now based in Los Angeles, he has
contributed music to many independent films and TV shows. His most recent feature film as composer, Here On Out, can be found on Amazon Prime. Sam's work can be heard on around the world, on PBS, NBC, Fox, Netflix, and Comedy Central.
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Sam Plotkin recommends:
To Have Our Hearts Emptied, To Be Left As We Came
by Good Weather for Airstrikes
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While Giants Sleep EP
by While Giants Sleep
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Are Here to Help You
by The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid To Die
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Kobzareva Duma, 1976
by Shapoval Sextet
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Ghosts of the Dust Bowl
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WITCH HOTEL O.S.T
by ACQUISITIONS
As you might guess from the title, this is strange and eerie synth music meant to conjure a mystical film where all is not what it seems.
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