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A Wild Hunger

by Ben Rosenbush & The Brighton

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1.
The White Stone Mary, by herself, was wanderin’ along, until a lonesome tree she came upon. Far up it’s arm grew something strange; she stared into the glow of a white stone. Mary reached and took it, running back home. At the edge of town she rested, catching her breath. She said, I’ll burry my stone here, hide it from the rest. But in the night, the stone did grow, into a mountain so high its summit cut a wound in the watery skies. The Mayor of the town said the mountain must go, for he was jealous of its height and its long shadows. He shook and swore, and stirred a storm, and ordered all to take this mountain down! They chipped apart each stone, buried them in the ground. Who? Who? Who’s hiding in your heat? Who’s hiding in your heat? Who’s hiding in your heat? When morning came they stood there up in the clouds. As the Mayor left his house there came a terrible shout. For every stone was standing tall, beneath them rose a white mountain range. Wrestling still his heart, Fear blew out his flame. Mary stood in wonder at how the world had changed.
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This Fire 05:26
This Fire This fire is burnin’ down the forest. This fire is burnin’ through the fields. This fire is burnin’ a brand new way. This fire is runnin’ down the highways. This fire is runnin’ to the homes. This fire is spinnin’ a wheel of change. Nobody knows from where the fire comes or where it goes; our house struggles in the smoke. The palest eyes watch as a wild hunger burns and burns, with flames dancing in the dirt. Our tears refuse to leave, try to rinse fire out, but tell me how, tell me how, tell me how can you live in a burning house? This fire is smokin’ on the steeples. This fire is circlin’ city halls. This fire is huntin’ the cornerstones. This fire is flashin’ on the watchtowers. This fire is shoutin’ in the streets. This fire is blowin’ down Jericho. Nobody knows from where the fire comes or where it goes; our house struggles in the smoke. The palest eyes watch as a wild hunger burns and burns, with flames dancing in the dirt. Our tears refuse to leave, try to rinse fire out, but tell me how, tell me how, tell me how can you live in a burning house? This fire…
3.
Running On My Knees I’ve sweat the blood of the one I killed. My hands still shake when I hear those whippoorwills. If you get me across the borderline, Lord, I'll eat your bread and I’ll drink your wine. I'll walk in your light. I hear the hounds chase after me. I hear the hounds chase after me. I hear the hounds chase after me. Oh Lord, you know I'm running on my knees. I can feel my heart pound in my throat. These howlin’ woods call for my crooked soul. If you give me a second chance, Lord, I'll wash my blood in your blood. I'll be your new man. I'll be your new man. I hear the hounds chase after me. I hear the hounds chase after me. I hear the hounds chase after me. Oh Lord, you know I'm running on my knees.
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West 04:08
West West to California, two brothers ride the rails, hunting white foam beaches and the wild summer gale. They’ve seen those men with nothing work for nothing all their lives, and the others dine on diamonds, just to die choking on the shine. West to California on a train from Omaha, two brothers ride watching the hills roll into the dawn. Can you write the story if you take the pen by force? Will the wind follow you if you try to order its course? The dream starts feelin’ thin when the hunger’s kickin’ in. In every joke they tell now there seems another voice laughin’. They’ve heard it said, there’s a way that seems good that ends only in death. But don’t worry now, this one ‘aint so good out West. West to California on a train from Omaha, two brothers ride, looking ‘round the bend for better thoughts. Can anybody realize what’s hidden in a heart? Will you find the inner flow if you strike the stone apart? The younger said I’m going home and jumped right off the train. The older tried to stop him but he was too late to save. He cried and called his name out, but the wheels rolled on ahead. Black rain sprinklin’ down, nothing more to be said. West to California on a train from Omaha, one brother rides lonely to a city where he don’t belong. Can you play with freedom and not lose it in the game? Will your fire still burn in the coming hurricane?
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Duluth 03:51
Duluth Down the pine needle path, we’re running for the beach grass dunes. Climb the hill and there’s the lake; you look back as I’m catching up to you. Twenty years and I’m still running a race for something to come into view. Oh, the places where you spend your time spend some time in you. Built our fires on the beach, watched the city fall asleep, every spark became the sun of a new day. Mother’s tanning under the tangerine sun, she’s thinkin’ of jumpin’ in. Father weaves a trail of footsteps that lead down the beach and deep within. Swimming backstroke I’m baptized in the cold, cold I still feel on my skin. Oh, the places where you spend your time spend some time in you. Built our fires on the beach, watched the city fall asleep, every spark became the sun of a new day. Swam the cold water lake, let the flame dry off my face, every spark became the sun of a new day. Built our fires on the beach, watched the city fall asleep, every spark became the sun of a new day. Swam the cold water lake, let the flame dry off my face, every spark became the sun of a new day
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Arms of Fortune (with special thanks to Jacquilyn Rosenbush) In the blue house beyond the painted hills, stands a man and a wife. He's to leave for a north stream filled with gold, where future stands with arms open wide. And the wind gently sighs through her dress, as she pulls him in close to her chest, whispering, "Can a fortune hold you, and love you with all of its heart? There's loving arms right here."
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Cowboy 03:55
COWBOY I used to ride on the plains, and go roam any place I’d choose. Oh, I could herd from the hills, a hundred head with the skill known to few. But nothing feels quite the same. My trail is been replaced, by a highway so black and tame. I’m a cowboy without a west, lost, looking for what’s left. I’m a cowboy without a west to roam. These days I ride city streets 'round a maze of concrete towered high. Lights tell when to go and to stop and I still have not seen the stars night. There’s not much to my name. a little out of touch these days, like a ruin in a modern age. I’m a cowboy without a west, lost, looking for what’s left, I’m a cowboy without a west to roam, looking for any trace of home. I follow the setting sun. I follow the setting sun. I follow the setting sun. I’m a cowboy without a west, lost, looking for what’s left, I’m a cowboy without a west to roam, looking for any trace of home. Am I still wild even though I’ve got no west to roam?
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Birds of Prey Babe, this world is under change. These birds return to remain. The grass unweaves the cold snow blanket, and the waters start to run. I go down, to watch the frozen river, waking in the sun. But where have you gone, my love? It’s been so long, my love. Just wanna give you my love. You’re across the sea. Is Spring still on your trees? Are you still my love? Babe, this world is under change. There’s blood on the lion’s mane. Divorce unweaves my friends to wishes, and Gabriel died today. I go down, to watch the rising river, forewarning these fates. But where have you gone, my love? It’s been so long, my love. Just wanna give you my love. Your sails took wind, are they still blowin’? Are you still my love? Oh, my Jacquilyn. Where have you gone, my love? It’s been so long, my love. Just wanna give you my love. Just wanna give you my love. These are darker days, your still miles away, are you still my love? Babe, are you tired of change? These birds return to remain. These birds, oh these birds, these birds, they are the birds of prey.
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Young Shepherd Shine, shine, morning light, shine. Shine, shine, morning light. Young shepherd woke one morn, Father’s hand on his shoulder heavy and worn, Go now and keep my fold. Father gave his blade, Mother the sheepskin coat she’d made. His feet started down the road, never to come home. Under the shadowy hill, he sleeps in the valley low, where the whisperin’ river flows. The eyes of the moon look to see, if he is dreaming of home, from the field where he keeps the fold. Young shepherd, there are so many suns still to come. Wolves howl around the caves, his eyes are still, yet he shakes holding the blade. This forest is full of teeth. A cold wind spears his skin, he pulls close the coat now wearin’ thin. He must cut off the arms of night, if they’re hungry to take life. Under the shadowy hill, he sleeps in the valley low, where the whisperin’ river flows. The eyes of the moon look to see, if he is dreaming of home, from the field where he keeps the fold. Young shepherd, there are so many suns still to come. O’er this mountain there will be more, from field to field some will die and some will be born. Will you keep walking on? Arms may guard and a staff may guide, but in the violent night you may give up your life. Just don’t betray the fold, like a wolf dressed in sheep wool. Under the shadowy hill, you sleep in the valley low, where the whisperin’ river flows. The eyes of the moon look to see, if you are dreaming of home, from the field where you keep the fold. Young shepherd, there are so many suns still to come. Shine, shine, morning light, shine. Shine, shine, morning light.
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High Flyer 03:13
High Flyer Mountains wishin’ they could walk, trees wishin’ they could fly with the flock, every hour wants to tick it’s way back in time. Hardly no one’s living fully yet, but the heart’s got a fever in it, it opens the eyes and goes huntin’ for a sign. Oh, Starling sing, you’re the only one with wings. You gotta go where no one else can go. You’re the High Flyer, the Hope Giver, you gotta steal those heights and bring them home. Everyday’s just another day, when the anchors set and the bricks are laid, what I wanted to be haunts me like a hollow ghost. Oh, the sky has lungs that will take you far, being alone will be the hardest part, but you’ll see the smile of a workin’ man down below. Oh, Starling sing, you’re the only one with wings. You gotta go where no one else can go. You’re the High Flyer, the Hope Giver, you gotta steal those heights and bring them home. Steal those heights and bring them home.
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There Is No Ending I’ll hold, I’ll hold you tonight, and drink, drink from your light, and never thirst for the shine of a dying star. Kiss, kiss me again. To our love there is no end, as the forest will rise up from under the fallen. If death, if death take you, please, leave your laughter with me, and it will me lead to where you’re resting. For my love, what found us here, will find us there, there is no ending. All, all I want Babe, is to sit in the same room and stay, so close the boundary between disappears. Oh don’t, don’t hide from me, but stand here naked and free, and the whirling blaze of your body will ignite my own. If death, if death close my eyes, and steal me in the flash of his stride, know of your kiss there’s no forgetting. For my love, what found us here, will find us there, there is no ending. For my love, what found us here, will find us there, there is no ending. If death, if death come this way, and this world has spent its last day, and every field of bones is mending. Oh my love, what found us here, will find us there, there is no ending. there is no ending, there is no ending.

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