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Burn
04:31
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Watch it rolling in like thunder
It’s an omen on the way
Heaven knows the way
When there’s nothing left to say
Reached the point of no return
I can’t see through all the smoke
Feel the anger in the air
What we have to say
What we feel today
Watch those cities burn
They’re gonna burn
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Burn
I can’t see through all the smoke / Smokescreens hiding crooked kings
Feel the anger in the air / Revolution in the air
What we have to say / Enough enough of this
What we feel today / We’re going to resist
Watch those cities burn / It’s all gonna burn
Your silence / This reign of terror
Your violence / It’s your deadly error
Your lies and / You’ll pay for your crimes and
My thunder / This rage in my bones
Your wonder / Visions of
Will we ever / A world we can change
Your silence / This reign of terror
Your violence / It’s your deadly error
Your lies and / You’ll pay for your crimes and
My thunder / This rage in my bones
Your wonder / Visions of
A world we can
Burn
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Burn
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Stars
04:26
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Ever since I was old enough to understand
I’ve taken notice, noticing how I stand
Measuring up, while they’re looking down at me
Wondering who is the actual enemy
Basta bastante, enough I have had enough
Trusting in nothing, believing I’m not enough
As dreams are made on, we are such stuff
Enough. More than enough
I’ve thrown out the map
There’s no piece of paper that guides me to you
There’s no turning back
Misguided metaphors never steer true
Navigating life by love and aliveness
Touchstones of gratitude and loving kindness
Never before had I let myself buy this
I’m looking to the stars
Cynic-Girl, I’m convinced I’m the impostor
Oh, Mama was there until somehow I crossed her
I learned to solo, I learned to overthink
I kept too busy, the choice was to swim or sink
Basta bastante, I know at times it’s tough
Trust is a must though, alone the road’s far too rough
As dreams are made on, we are such stuff
Enough. Always enough
So throw out the map
There’s no piece of paper that shows the way through
There’s no turning back
The stars tell a story, so I’ll tell mine too
If we navigate by love and aliveness
Gratitude will magnify all human kindness
A leap of faith
Hell yeah
It’s high time we try
‘Cause I’m reaching for my star
Falling, falling
From out of the skies
What a surprise
I wouldn’t have called this
What would you call this
Falling, falling, falling, falling from out of the skies
What a surprise
I wouldn’t have called this
What would you call this
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The First Time
04:44
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The first time is like a rhyme you’re not expecting
Reflecting your ignorance confined
You won’t know what hit you, ‘til it hit you
And stole your innocent mind
And it follows, faces that are smiling and laughing
Staring deep inside
And your thinking, your drinking and your sinking, like you found
Some place to hide
And you’re searching for the moment that you feel
And you’re searching for the first time
Oh, you’d die to feel so high
Yeah, you’d die looking for the first time
Seventeen and you’re not so clean, and you’re
Twenty four and you’re not much more, and you’re
Thirty one and you’re feeling done, and you’re
Thirty three and life’s come undone
And you’re searching for the moment that you feel
And you’re searching for the first time
Oh, you’d die to feel so high
Yeah, you’d die looking for the first time
Oh, follow that memory, just one more time
Oh, just one more time
And you’re sinking and you’re feeling low
And that memory’s so long ago
Yeah, that memory’s so long ago
Yeah, that memory’s so long ago
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
And you’re searching for the moment
That you feel
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I wanted you then, as the moment was passing
Love on a friend and forget what you’re asking
So tell me, was I a good test of your will
When you sit here tomorrow
Will you think of me still
Colored by passion, if only by chance
Queen of the nighttime has asked me to dance
And only a fool could reject such a thrill
When this fool’s gone tomorrow
Will you think of me still
And when you take your leave
Then will you think of me
When we pass in the hallway and you turn your head
The whole of my pride is a notch in your bed
When you look at me and think that you had your fill
When I sit here tomorrow
Will you think of me still
And when you take your leave
Will you still think of me
When your eyes’ fury reaches out again
Locks in embrace with your newest friend
An unyielding fire with an inevitable end
When you’re surrounded by his love
Would you think of me then
Think of me then
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
When you’re surrounded by his love
Would you think of me
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Unruly Allies Burlington, Vermont
Vermont-based Unruly Allies is six seasoned, passionate performers bringing excellent music to farmer’s markets, festivals, brewpubs, and many other spots. Playing a mix of originals and full band covers ranging in scope from Emmylou Harris to INXS, Unruly Allies’ sound can be hushed fingerstyle guitar one moment and explosive multipart harmony the next. ... more
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