{"id":64,"date":"2015-08-28T23:32:12","date_gmt":"2015-08-28T23:32:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/glennmmusic.com\/?page_id=64"},"modified":"2015-09-23T21:39:04","modified_gmt":"2015-09-23T21:39:04","slug":"lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/glennmmusic.com\/index.php\/lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lyrics from the album Pool of Bliss<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Original Fire<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Warm winds blow
\nThrough the reeds along the river
\nIt\u2019s the same here
\nNothing changes here
\nWarm your hands over the fire
\nWarm your hands over my fire
\nThe original fire<\/p>\n

I think I know you
\nBut we\u2019ve never met before
\nYou came in the room
\nMy senses bloomed<\/p>\n

It was you
\nIt\u2019s always been you
\nWarm my hands over your fire
\nThe original fire<\/p>\n

Someone once saw lightning start a fire in the woods
\nAnd it gave her an idea
\nSomeone once brought a flame into a cave
\nIt kept the cold at bay<\/p>\n

Warm winds blow
\nThrough the reeds along the river
\nIt\u2019s the same here
\nNothing changes here<\/p>\n

Warm your hands over the fire
\nWarm your hands over my fire
\nWe warm our hands over the fire
\nCome warm your hands over the fire
\nThe original fire<\/p>\n

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To Work In Your Garden<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh to work in your garden
\nWater, water, water and the seeds will grow<\/p>\n

Oh to feel your body
\nTurning, twisting, moving, catching fire<\/p>\n

Oh to see your face
\nChanging, changing, changing to look like mine<\/p>\n

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Luminous<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The stars shine down on her
\nShe reflects their light
\nShe is luminous in her own right<\/p>\n

She leads when she dances
\nShe dances on air
\nCuts the ribbon at the county fair<\/p>\n

But she cries when no one sees
\nShe\u2019s tall but weak in her knees
\nStill she stands up
\nAnd gives them what they need<\/p>\n

They need her
\nThey need someone
\nTo walk out on the ledge
\nThey need her
\nThey need someone
\nTo embrace the edge<\/p>\n

The stars shine down on her
\nShe reflects their light
\nShe is luminous in her own right
\nShe is luminous (x4)<\/p>\n

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The Echo of You<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Late at night I feel your breath on my shoulder
\nIt\u2019s like the echo of your touch<\/p>\n

Late at night I feel your warmth surrounding me
\nIt\u2019s like the echo of your flame<\/p>\n

In the dim light of the waning night
\nThe echo of you washes over me
\nIt\u2019s like music
\nLike the sea<\/p>\n

Late at night I feel your energy waiting to turn on
\nIt\u2019s like the echo of the dawn<\/p>\n

Late at night I\u2019m lost in a dream of a perfect place
\nIt\u2019s like the echo of you
\nThe echo of you
\nThe echo of you<\/p>\n

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Spin<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Spin like a bullet in slow motion
\nThrough the spiral grooves
\nAn explosion in perpetual motion
\nGyroscopic moves<\/p>\n

You\u2019re by yourself in a crowded room
\nYou are in a zone
\nVibrations whispering
\nTo you all alone<\/p>\n

Dive through neon lighted ocean
\nGlowing painted fish
\nThe energy has become a devotion
\nElectric riff<\/p>\n

Snap your fingers rattle your bells
\nYou\u2019re a tambourine
\nLay your head back, float away
\nOn an energy stream<\/p>\n

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Isabel<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Six foot waves, the bank\u2019s two feet high
\nLeaves you sitting on your roof watching your life float by
\nGrab your coat and your box of letters
\nAnd that painting of the sky
\nStrap your mandolin onto your back
\nIt\u2019s time to say goodbye<\/p>\n

The washomat\u2019s open twenty-four seven
\nThat\u2019s a good thing \u2018cause your clothes are reeking to heaven
\nLook here\u2019s some shells all the way up from the bay
\nThat\u2019s alright I never liked those shoes much anyway<\/p>\n

Isabel, Isabel, Isabel, Isabel
\nSuch a beautiful name
\nAnd when she came to town she spun my head around<\/p>\n

There are canoes up on King Street
\nTrees at my feet
\nYou can\u2019t take the parkway
\nYou can\u2019t even see it
\nBut you can use our fridge
\nWe\u2019re on the hospital grid
\nThat buzz and hum sounds so sweet<\/p>\n

Hope the power\u2019s still on at the High\u2019s
\nIt\u2019s coming up on five and it\u2019s time for more coffee
\nI can see that look in your far-off eyes
\nIt\u2019s way beyond tired
\nIt\u2019ll make you wise
\nBut that won\u2019t help this time<\/p>\n

The washomat\u2019s open twenty-four seven
\nThat\u2019s a good thing \u2018cause your clothes are stinking like the devil
\nLook here\u2019s some shells all the way up from the bay
\nThat\u2019s alright I never liked those shoes much anyway<\/p>\n

Isabel, Isabel, Isabel, Isabel
\nSuch a beautiful name
\nAnd when she came to town she spun my life around<\/p>\n

But there\u2019s nowhere else we\u2019d rather be than here with you
\nPicking out weeds
\nDrinking cold coffee
\nAnd laughing about how the sky can be so mean<\/p>\n

Isabel, Isabel, Isabel, Isabel
\nSuch a beautiful name
\nAnd when she came to town she spun my life around
\nIsabel, Isabel, Isabel, Isabel<\/p>\n

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Pool of Bliss<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Steam rises through the thermal vents
\nFog drifts in among the greenery
\nAnd we\u2019re laying in a pool of bliss
\nMerging with the scenery<\/p>\n

The mountain moves at its own pace
\nBreathing it in and spitting it out
\nDream birds sing
\nThey are floating in and flying out<\/p>\n

It\u2019s early in the morning
\nIt\u2019s early in the morning
\nIt\u2019s early in the morning and our eyes are wide open<\/p>\n

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Ghost On The Porch<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the kind of place where you can meet a ghost on the porch
\nLong transparent hair shimmering in the moonlight
\nNancy I thank you for your understanding arms
\nBut there\u2019s a party going on, so let\u2019s get back to it<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the kind of place where you stare out of the window
\nAnd the world stares back at you
\nThank you Nancy for bringing me here
\nBut where we are is not clear
\nWe drove so far but it feels so near<\/p>\n

You turn right at the red rocks
\nPast the civil war ruins out to where the road stops
\nIf you get to the river you missed the turn
\nAnd you know we all missed it at some point<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the kind of place where time just floats away
\nBut the clocks don\u2019t work here anyway
\nThank you Nancy for your virtue and your sins
\nFor standing up and not giving in<\/p>\n

And the dark star crashes
\nAnd the songs from the wood
\nIt\u2019s all good, it\u2019s all good, it\u2019s all good, it\u2019s all good<\/p>\n

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House of Whispers<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

A whirlwind of motion
\nA fount of emotion
\nThe fragile joy of a childhood notion<\/p>\n

Climbing on the rocks
\nMaking plans, taking stock
\nYour private house of whispers
\nYou got your world in a box<\/p>\n

Start at the beginning
\nIt doesn\u2019t hurt that much
\nDon\u2019t think about it
\nDon\u2019t rush<\/p>\n

You\u2019re building the world in your house of whispers
\nYou\u2019re watching the world from your house of whispers
\nYou\u2019re sharing the world of your house of whispers
\nYou\u2019re ruling the world of your house of whispers<\/p>\n

A running leap
\nLanding on your feet
\nThe fleeting freedom of the air between<\/p>\n

A diamond in your hand
\nA dragon made of sand
\nThe swirling beat of an imaginary band<\/p>\n

Start at the beginning
\nIt doesn\u2019t hurt that much
\nDon\u2019t think about it
\nDon\u2019t rush<\/p>\n

You\u2019re building the world in your house of whispers
\nYou\u2019re watching the world from your house of whispers
\nYou\u2019re sharing the world of your house of whispers
\nYou\u2019re ruling the world of your house of whispers<\/p>\n

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Strange Blue Bird<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The plaster is crumbling all along the garden wall
\nThe stones on the path are worn away
\nThey feel smooth and cool beneath my feet
\nEven in the heat of the day<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a feeling I get in my bones
\nThat in some life this was my home<\/p>\n

A strange blue bird perches on the fountain
\nStaring down at where the water flowed
\nRed flowers grow wild through the cracks in the courtyard
\nMy heart is ready to explode<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a feeling I get in my bones
\nThat in some life this was my home<\/p>\n

A simple thing a bird staring down at you
\nOr a half remembered line
\nIs all, all that\u2019s required sometimes<\/p>\n

Strange blue bird staring down at me
\nStrange blue bird staring down at me
\nStrange blue bird, strange blue bird<\/p>\n

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Words That Have Wings<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t understand it<\/p>\n

How she can be inside my dream
\nThe sky is a shade of blue
\nThat it should never be<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t understand it
\nHow the smoke fills up the space
\nMy sound is feeding back
\nBut I can focus on her face
\nOn her face<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t understand words that had wings
\nWords that flew away and yet you remain
\nI don\u2019t understand words that had wings
\nWords that flew away and yet you remain<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t understand it
\nHow she can be what I can\u2019t see
\nThat complicated smile
\nShouldn\u2019t still get to me
\nGet to me<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t understand words that had wings
\nWords that flew away and yet you remain
\nI don\u2019t understand words that had wings
\nWords that flew away and yet you remain . . .<\/p>\n

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