About "Four Winds" album:
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"Four Winds" by Bright Eyes, which was released in 2007 and consists of 6 songs.
I listened to a lecture of nonsense til dawn
By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on
He said, "how did you ever dream up that song, the one where the baby dies?"
I said "i'll tell you the secret, which one's your good ear?
Yeah people are made up of water and fear
If there weren't women present we wouldn't be here
So let's make like we're friends."
And the pot turned to powder and soured the mood
And the people i'd come with were gone from the room
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
Reinvent The Wheel
My friend you were the model
A priceless work of art
Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of your heart
And I heard you wrote that record for a girl you loved that died
I'm here sewing mine together just hoping your alive
And i know you'll never come back now to the world where people are
Because you never understood what they loved you for
Now ghosts they have their secrets
And they'll tell them to a few
Smoke Without Fire
Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless.
These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night.
If all your life, you've done what's right, don't say you felt obliged.
Come along use your timid tongue, too shy to tell your story.
This pain in you so far removed from anything you've known.
So I won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine.
So in a drought learn to dance.
And pray the dead will return.
And dream of smoke without fire.
Just come see me again when it burns.
Stray Dog Freedom
There's a skinny dog
In a dirty parking lot
And he doesn't bite
But he begs
Snd he knows what's true
So if you are he'll follow you
If you're headed home
All the way
So we let him finish
Every dinner plate
It's not the road we used to know
They tore some buildings down
The traffic's like a pack of dogs
There's fewer trees, windows, fleas
Concrete on the lawn
There's people here but you are gone
And I find still swimming through time
Afraid some days I've reached the shore
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