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13 Angels Standing Guard 'Round the Side of Your Bed
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  • He Has Left Us Alone, But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
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13 Angels Standing Guard ‘Round the Side of Your Bed
A Silver Mt. Zion
He Has Left Us Alone, But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms (2000)

Horses In The Sky
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  • Horses In The Sky
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And our heroes all died crazy
Broken, poor or shot
Let’s celebrate their tragedy
And sanctify the loss

And manifest the daydream
Like those who failed before
And glorify our small attempts
And hate ourselves no more

Blow words between this sucker’s teeth
And bind these panicked hands
Lose your heart like a clumsy bell

Please be well

God bless our dead marines (second movement)
  • God bless our dead marines (second movement)
  • Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra
  • Horses In The Sky
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Lost a friend to cocaine, couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts, and they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans, lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide, lost a friend to pills
Lost a friend to monsters, lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage, lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry, and lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then I lost myself

I love my dog and she loves me
The world’s a mess and so are we
She tumbles long green muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gently

  • The Triumph Of Our Tired Eyes
  • A Silver Mt. Zion
  • Born Into Trouble As The Sparks Fly Upward
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Sisters and brothers,
We have surely lost our way.
In strip malls full of cancer,
And a pathetic rain.
And lover, sweet lover
Please don’t discipline your hands.
Just kiss me in the morning,
In your dirtiest pants.

We will find our way.

We will find our way.

There is beauty in this land,
But i don’t often see it.
There is beauty in this land,
But i don’t often feel it.

Pimples are flowers,
Musicians are cowards!
Let’s argue in the kitchen,
For hours and hours.
Tomorrow is a travesty,
Tomorrow should be ours.
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!

The soldiers with their specialists
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lost ones and the desparate ones and the driven ones.

The soldiers with their cigarettes
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lonesome ones and the desparate ones and the smart ones.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

We will find our way,
We will find our way.

“When we finally cross the barricades
With the angels on our side
When we finally deny all the populary loss
When we finally let doubt and worry die
How will it feel?”

Stumble then rise on some awkward morning
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Silver Mt. Zion- Stumble Then Rise On Some Awkward Morning

In the story of my life, directed by Darren Aronofsky, this is what plays every morning. Especially tomorrow morning.