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Beatrice and Nathan
03:39
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Beatrice and Nathan sailed the sea
bound for Portland, Maine
coming home again
Captain Nick stood on the prow
The glowing from his pipe
assured them in the night
when the wind started to howl
Nathan was a book dealer by trade
specializing in Thoreau and Tennyson
Beatrice wrote all the time
epics mighty long
of women brave and strong
Captain Nick thought of new work
High up in the nest I see many things
porpoises and whales
other vessels' sails
With cutlass drawn I'm almost
scraping the sky
Harvesting the stars
I put them into jars
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2. |
Night Train to Amsterdam
06:02
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Wiser to live discreet
lay low and cast no shadow
Until your roots grow deep
hold to the straight and narrow
Seven times I've asked you now
absolve your shame and worry
for what they've given you
condemned without a jury
A northern star will guide
and a distant light will beckon
While you are on this ride
the Holy Spirit comfort you
until you find your way
until you find your way
Night train to Amsterdam
a layover at the station
The brilliant colors bleed
into a stained glass window
Forlorn the promises
Forlorn your shoulders shaking
Lost trinket in the sand
on a foreign shore
A northern star will guide
and a distant light will beckon
While you are on this ride
the Holy Spirit comfort you
until you find your way
until you find your way
So dream beneath the family tree
strong branches, leaves a'falling
Some sailed across the sea
back when the world was purer
Some fled from poverty
Some fled from persecution
unto a Promised Land
that you have now abandoned
A northern star will guide
and a distant light will beckon
While you are on this ride
the Holy Spirit comfort you
until you find your way
until you find your way
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3. |
Ash to Ash, Memento Mori
04:24
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I understand a shift in plans
a breaching from tradition
You should know, though I go
we are one in mission
Ash to ash, memento mori
and to God be all the glory
Leave behind the stained glass window pane
of Peter rescued from the sea
Seek the lost at any cost
and as you take attendance
I'll replay the old refrains
in a sweet remembrance
Ash to ash, memento mori
and to God be all the glory
Leave behind the tattered hymnals
and we'll sing verses one through three
You'll hear the songs
arriving on
lamented winds of progress
The weather changes
we the same
though not without some sadness
Ash to ash, memento mori
and to God be all the glory
Leave behind the stained glass window pane
pulled from the Sea of Galilee
pulled from the Sea of Galilee
pulled from the Sea of Galilee
pulled from the Sea of Galilee
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4. |
Exit 12 to Moscow
04:48
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Exit 12 to Moscow
south of Coeur d'Alene
Highway 95
in gentle rain
Sipping from a thermos
simmering my mind
Following the road
Interpreting the signs
Exit 12 to Moscow
the forests disappear
the prairies open up
the mountains flatten out
Exit 12 to Moscow
I drive the stretch alone
It's just another place
I cannot call my home
Exit 12 to Moscow
there's not a lot to do
I'm tired of cafes
and I'm not a man for booze
One day I'd like to marry
and realign my life
If it's hard to find a friend
how can I find a wife?
Exit 12 to Moscow
the forests disappear
the prairies open up
the mountains flatten out
Exit 12 to Moscow
I drive the stretch alone
It's just another place
I cannot call my home
The morning air is hazy
The farmers burn the fields
The pilots spray the crops
to increase the yields
Bound to feed the nation
every hungry soul
Bound to feed this man
who's wandering alone
Exit 12 to Moscow
the forests disappear
the prairies open up
the mountains flatten out
Exit 12 to Moscow
I drive the stretch alone
It's just another place
I cannot call my home
Every generation
is strengthening the ties
The roots are growing deep
and pushing me aside
It's no place for a stranger
without a family
but no matter where I live
I always want to leave
Exit 12 to Moscow
the forests disappear
the prairies open up
the mountains flatten out
Exit 12 to Moscow
I drive the stretch alone
It's just another place
I cannot call my home
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5. |
Phantom Feelings
03:18
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Time of trials
No need to walk so many miles
All the while minding the dark
I gave up trying
on love that I'd denied was dying
No more lying
I'm minding my heart
Years flow, forefathers lie below
forgotten, though their souls are free
Phantom feeling
Felt a pulse when nothing's beating
You all-seeing up in the sky
Constellations
satellites and warring nations
I man my station
with tears in my eyes
Years flow, forefathers lie below
forgotten, though their souls are free
The joy and toil
shuffle off this mortal coil
Tilling soil, planting a tree
Meteor shower
backdrop of a radio tower
A precious flower
lost to the sea
Years flow, forefathers lie below
forgotten, though their souls are free
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6. |
High Above my Station
03:16
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Brothers lost along the way
trading time for silver
What was I about to say
beside this shining river
beside this shining river?
Tell me, is there something wrong?
I will try to listen
I'll walk with you all along
in blessed restoration
blessed restoration
Water vital, current flow
Man adrift and wounded
When it's time for me to go
lead me home
lead me home
Swollen river running high
She's weeping on my shoulder
There, my darling, don't you cry
I will see us over
I will see us over
If I'm rich or if I'm poor
Wealth or desolation
My soul, you must ever soar
high above my station
high above my station
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7. |
Blue Whale
02:58
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I am a blue whale swimming in the trans Atlantic
Drawing a deep breath when I surface
and I cannot help but feel nervous
with my flukes in the air
And though my family is smaller, I still have my daughter
Alas, I lost my only son in the Sea of Japan
when he was overrun
Chasing after krill until he had his fill
I could hear his cry from a hundred miles away
Though I swam as fast as I could
I was far too late
And now he swims among the heavens in that deepest ocean
As I explore the Mariana
and I dive down deep til I can weep no more
I saw a ship go down and bodies strewn about
I tried to save as many as I could
and nudge them towards
the floating bits of wood
of wood
And now it's time to say goodbye
I shall not heed the sonar
At 60 degrees south latitude
there's no need to have a bad attitude
I am a blue whale swimming in the trans Atlantic
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8. |
Puzzle Pieces
03:36
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I won't leave you if you don't want me to
We'll sigh into the whorl of the wind
sharing the umbrella as the rain begins
Filling in the puzzle pieces one by one
Started with the edges, and ain't it fun?
Everything calms down when you're around
I won't leave you if you are feeling blue
Singing from a corner of the house
showing me a little more what you're about
Filling in the puzzle pieces one by one
Autumn in the apple orchard, ain't it fun?
Everything calms down when you're around
Is fire glow the only glow you know?
Tell me, honey, am I getting warm?
I could be a sanctuary in the storm
Filling in the puzzle pieces one by one
Started with the edges, and ain't it fun?
Everything calms down when you're around
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Ben Hoganson Saint Paul, Minnesota
Singer-songwriter based in Saint Paul, Minnesota.
Side acts: Scattered to Broken
Past acts: Duplomacy
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