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		<title>Deep in Manhattan</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 00:32:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Engulfed in too much New York. It breaths heavily under the din and crush. American Indians are about. Their words hold a stone&#8217;s stance in our foundation. If I give them credence, their ghosts will purge this sallow skin of &#8230; <a href="http://hideandshine.com/words/deep-in-manhattan/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Engulfed in too much New York. It breaths heavily under the din and crush. American Indians are about. Their words hold a stone&#8217;s stance in our foundation. If I give them credence, their ghosts will purge this sallow skin of guilt. Wash this perfumed carcass of pomp, clean of lousy ease and perilous welfare. I cannot give up the freedom. It holds me like a greased pup. Savages they are called by hell-bound creators of stoic myths and merciless deities. We are the hungry paparazzi with hairy teeth, halitosis of the memory, grandiose creators of googleplexic reasons to seek fame. But our&#8217;s is reserved for God alone &#8212; on the shelf to secure a place in Heaven&#8217;s grave. A splash of bloody grace will wake us from this holy slumber. A splash to remember the falling eyes &#8212; sunken deep in the lower parts of Manhattan.</p>
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		<title>New Album — Hide and Shine #two</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 03:18:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Or go straight to the Download (59.88MB) HELP ? Album Info Featuring Jeff Lipstein on percussion. Recorded mostly in a nice barn (Nebulous-Kingston Studio), between August 2010 and May 2011. Tracks The Wolf Got By (2:45) HCIHBTLY (5:18) Myth On &#8230; <a href="http://hideandshine.com/music/two-7-songs-2011/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<h2>Album Info</h2>
<p>Featuring Jeff Lipstein on percussion. Recorded mostly in a nice barn (Nebulous-Kingston Studio), between August 2010 and May 2011.</p>
<h3>Tracks</h3>
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<li>The Wolf Got By (2:45)</li>
<li>HCIHBTLY (5:18)</li>
<li>Myth On Wheels (5:07)</li>
<li>Paradise (6:07)</li>
<li>Beautiful Dying Eyes (4:38)</li>
<li>Red River (4:45)</li>
<li>Wishes In The Well (4:21)</li>
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<h2>Lyrics</h2>
<h3>The Wolf Got By</h3>
<p>Oh no, I let the wolf get by<br />
With a wink and a knowing smile<br />
Now it&#8217;s inside</p>
<p>Dressed up in soft clothes<br />
Waiting for our eyes to close<br />
Then it runs wild</p>
<p>Now this town has a torn-down feeling<br />
All the ladies and all the babies are gone<br />
Stripped down we don&#8217;t make a sound<br />
All the preachers and all the speeches are gone<br />
Too late to close the gate<br />
The sickness travels through the air and it was already here<br />
Take it back, I want to take it back<br />
Take back the money, take back the fame<br />
Take back everything</p>
<p>With a wink and a knowing smile<br />
I let the wolf get by<br />
Now it&#8217;s inside</p>
<h3>HCIHBTLY</h3>
<p>Rest in my arms my darling<br />
And you will know that I love you<br />
Stay long enough in my arms and you will see<br />
That is where you belong</p>
<p>We ran for our lives<br />
In parallel lines<br />
Never crossing paths by chance<br />
Then heaven steered us with a steady hand<br />
And joined our shaking hands together</p>
<p><em>How could I help but to love you</em><br />
<em>Could a bird spend its life on the ground</em><br />
<em>Could a wolf greet the moon without a sound</em><br />
<em>I tried to run but my heart was heavy as lead</em><br />
<em>How could I help but to love you</em></p>
<p>Now tell me true is your heart blue<br />
The same color your eyes reflect on mine<br />
The same color the ocean shares with the sky<br />
You and I belong together</p>
<p>I tried to run but my heart was heavy as lead<br />
How could I help but to love you<br />
How could I help but to love you</p>
<h3>Myth On Wheels</h3>
<p>The first time she sat behind that wheel she knew<br />
This car would take her far into the center of it all<br />
The first time she hit a hundred on that highway she knew<br />
Those wheels were turning like four burning eyes staring at the sun</p>
<p>Everything inside her head was clay<br />
The dogs of change will drag her heart away</p>
<p>Streets rolled back and in her tracks dreams were laid in black<br />
Each time that trouble knocked upon her head she stuffed it in the trunk and fled<br />
Everything she left behind is grey<br />
The pictures in that rear-view mirror fade away</p>
<p>The windows on that Oldsmobile are fogging fast<br />
Her tribe is headed west at last<br />
A road sign in the distance tells a story of the past<br />
A myth on wheels in a maze<br />
In a candy store blown open by a friend<br />
The headlights guide her way like crystal eyes</p>
<p>The last time she passed through this town her wheels never touched the ground<br />
This time she saw a ghost by the side of the road, her heart and engine froze<br />
The ghost was a man she laid to rest back in Pinecrest, he was flagging her down<br />
She said I must be drunk, ‘cause in the trunk are all the men and memories I left behind</p>
<p>Everything she left behind is grey<br />
The pictures in that rear-view mirror fade away</p>
<p>She stepped from the car but the ground never seemed so far away<br />
She and that ghost took flight into the desert night, and the road will never be the same</p>
<p>Everything inside her head was clay<br />
The dogs of change will drag her heart away</p>
<h3>Paradise</h3>
<p>Fire inside but not inspired<br />
Nothing to say as the day burns away<br />
Sit, wait, listen<br />
You&#8217;ll hear a secret, one little word<br />
It sneaks its way into the room<br />
And it&#8217;s heard, through the discord<br />
Clear as a tear on the floor of a white room<br />
An loud, it&#8217;s LOUD<br />
Fills up the void</p>
<p><em>Oh dear mother why?</em><br />
<em>Did it take so long to fly</em><br />
<em>To Paradise</em><br />
<em>Why did it take so long to make it through that night</em></p>
<p>Child inside, she wants to hide<br />
Feathers and gold, she&#8217;ll never grow old<br />
All eyes are paralyzed, when she enters the room<br />
The impending doom is a coat that we all wear<br />
Fits right tonight, by morning the threads will be frayed<br />
And worn, cut loose from their form</p>
<p>We tried all night to say it right<br />
First bells and chimes, everything rhymed<br />
Alas, the poor child, she had to fly<br />
Out to the deck, then a delicate neck<br />
Was broken by the weight<br />
Of a heart filled tight with wine and candle light<br />
Too much to bear, life seemed better down there</p>
<h3>Beautiful Dying Eyes</h3>
<p>I fell into the light with nothing to guide me<br />
And I was lost&#8230; lost in your blindness<br />
Fell into a coma just getting to know you<br />
It took a long&#8230; a long time to see</p>
<p><em>I was willing to die, willing to die</em><br />
<em>For a chance to find the true love behind those eyes</em><br />
<em>I was willing to die, this hell is on fire</em><br />
<em>With the lights that shine, from beautiful dying eyes</em><br />
<em>They were love in disguise</em></p>
<p>Dakota tornadoes twist hearts together into one<br />
Lonesome times two<br />
The sirens of summer calling me back home<br />
It took a long time to get home</p>
<p>Held up to the morning light<br />
I was thin and you could see right through behind me<br />
Two thousand miles in between<br />
One heart a desert, one heart a sea</p>
<h3>Red River</h3>
<p>Does the Red River run wild on Mars<br />
Or is it deep in this flesh of ours<br />
While others search the oceans blue<br />
I have found the true color in you</p>
<p>Will she let her long hair down<br />
Sweep me in her current<br />
Bathe me in her healing clay<br />
Red River take me away</p>
<p>I hear voices in the gentle wind<br />
They long for the days when we were young<br />
Dancing freely as the Dixie band plays<br />
A tune called Red River Take Me Away</p>
<p>Red river take me away<br />
To when the phonograph played<br />
A haunting melody on her ancient shore<br />
The bittersweet sound that I long for</p>
<p>There&#8217;s a riverboat captain with a Southern drawl<br />
White-laced ladies spinning parasols<br />
Hoping in some old-fashioned way<br />
For a Red River man to whisk them away</p>
<p>Banjo Jim skips happily by<br />
All the passengers wave and choke down a sigh<br />
For memories of days gone by<br />
And the sway of the river makes them cry</p>
<h3>Wishes in the Well</h3>
<p>There are wishes down in the well<br />
That we promised not to tell<br />
Til we&#8217;re old<br />
And our stories can be told</p>
<p>There are pieces of this life<br />
That we&#8217;re cut out with a knife<br />
For a picture or a painting<br />
But the eyes have all been waiting<br />
For the tears that never come<br />
For all the work undone</p>
<p>The poets will cry<br />
While their precious children die<br />
Because the shallow words of man can not describe</p>
<p>There are flowers on the ground<br />
But their roots will not be found<br />
For ten feet or a mile<br />
We&#8217;ve been digging for a while</p>
<p>There is nothing on the wall<br />
But a push to help us fall<br />
In the right way, on the right side<br />
With a face that can not hide<br />
All the tears that never fall<br />
From the old clouds in us all</p>
<p>As the song fades away<br />
We&#8217;ll beg it to stay<br />
But the sweet melody has nothing to say</p>
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		<title>#0ne (5-song EP, 2010)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 00:32:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Or go straight to the Download (32.46MB) HELP ? Album Info Featuring Jeff Lipstein on drums. Recorded at Leopard Studio (Stone Ridge, NY) and Nebulous-Kingston, between August 2009 and March 2010. Tracks One Is The Magic Hour (5:07) Mercy (3:35) &#8230; <a href="http://hideandshine.com/music/0ne/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<h2>Album Info</h2>
<p>Featuring Jeff Lipstein on drums. Recorded at Leopard Studio (Stone Ridge, NY) and Nebulous-Kingston, between August 2009 and March 2010.</p>
<h3>Tracks</h3>
<ul>
<li>One Is The Magic Hour (5:07)</li>
<li>Mercy (3:35)</li>
<li>Backyard To The Stars (3:15)</li>
<li>Circle Of Gold (6:00)</li>
<li>An Angel&#8217;s Gold (5:26)</li>
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<h2>Lyrics</h2>
<h3>One Is the Magic Hour</h3>
<p>Four fathoms beneath the surface<br />
Four years behind in school<br />
Three strikes before you know<br />
The loneliest things come in twos</p>
<p>Went through eight hours of astral travel<br />
Through eight million miles to find<br />
The one point of structural weakness<br />
In the grand design</p>
<p>All together now<br />
And we’re all in pieces now<br />
We’re all inside our shell<br />
And we’ll all be breaking out again</p>
<p>I’ve got two eyes to let me know<br />
The four sides to every story<br />
And one… it’s the magic hour<br />
When all these wishes come true</p>
<h3>Mercy</h3>
<p>-by Tim McNeely</p>
<p>The day that they brought her home was the happiest,<br />
The happiest they’d ever known<br />
And all the while she shuddered<br />
For the world was in her<br />
Man, wife and a little house, and now a daughter,<br />
A child they could make their own<br />
And all the while she shuddered,<br />
For the world was in her<br />
They said let’s call her Mercy,<br />
Our hopes and dreams have always been the same<br />
They said let’s call her Mercy<br />
So Mercy was her name</p>
<p>They bought her all the perfect things<br />
Unlocked the doors and sent her out to play<br />
But one wrong look from Mercy,<br />
And the other kids stayed away<br />
Parents cried “something’s wrong, something’s wrong”,<br />
Our little girl shouldn’t grow up to be so strong</p>
<p>Something’s wrong with Mercy</p>
<p>I don’t want to be here but I am,<br />
Because you asked me to<br />
I can’t take the pain of life but I will,<br />
Because you asked me to<br />
I’d be gone if it wasn’t for you</p>
<p>When they put her in the ground it read Mercy,<br />
And Mercy was her name<br />
And all the while she laid still</p>
<h3>Backyard to the Stars</h3>
<p>Born in the breath of a storm<br />
Running hard from the backyard to the stars<br />
With calm in her eye, but hell on both sides<br />
Tear me from my roots, and cradle me in tender arms<br />
Will she think of me, when she’s out at sea<br />
Boarding up my windows and waiting</p>
<p>Mother Nature’s child, spinning around on the inside<br />
She’ll thrash you to pieces, and wash you with warm tears of rain</p>
<p><em>What can I do<br />
When skies of blue turn to grey<br />
And thunder is the only sound<br />
That makes her feel safe</em></p>
<p>Paint the sky with colors of a black eye<br />
Shatter the ground, leave behind only flowers<br />
Will she think of me, when she’s out at sea<br />
Boarding up my windows and waiting</p>
<p>I’m waiting…</p>
<p>Waiting for the heart of summer<br />
When southern skies will turn their eyes to me<br />
Waiting for the breath of her first wind<br />
She whispers with thunder, and flashes her name across the sky for me</p>
<h3>Circle of Gold</h3>
<p>I’m gonna sell all of my things and buy a cheap ring<br />
Worth more than anything we’ve ever seen before<br />
Second finger from your left, that’s where it fits best<br />
And time will tell if this circle of gold will hold</p>
<p>There are things in this life that can’t have a name<br />
But you and I can see them just the same<br />
This love is lighter than air but it hits like a hammer</p>
<p>I’m gonna work until I drop, and build us a little house<br />
With sweat and blood built right in that walls<br />
Fill the well up with good times, dig a little deeper<br />
Every year ‘til we come out the other side</p>
<p>With this rising cost of living low<br />
We’ll take each day and we’ll take it slow<br />
With the circle of gold on one hand and nothing in the other</p>
<p><em>I promise I will let myself love you this time<br />
I will let myself love you this time, and in time<br />
You will let yourself love me so fine<br />
I will let myself love you ‘til the end of our time</em></p>
<p>Deep inside this circle of gold<br />
There are promises and stories untold<br />
But for now… hold on to me now, hold on to me now<br />
I’m here right now</p>
<p>But I’m gonna wait until next spring to pop my question<br />
When love is rising right up from the ground<br />
Then I’ll take you in my arms and kiss you hard<br />
Because ‘yes I will’ will be the only sound that I heard</p>
<p>When the Autumn leaves roll into our view<br />
I will say those words and know that they are true<br />
With the circle of gold to hold everything in<br />
I can say ‘I do’</p>
<h3>An Angel’s Gold</h3>
<p>Once in a lifetime you will find peace and happiness<br />
For a moment then it’s gone, like the last hours of the sun<br />
The taste of a peach, the smell of a rose, they’re soft on your fingertips<br />
Hold on tightly as they slip through, like all good things do</p>
<p>In your dreams you can have everything, but not what you want<br />
Deep in those nights we hide our faces, in lonesome places<br />
Stronger than steel but thin as a shadow<br />
Our will to live, and our love not forgotten, stand waiting to fall</p>
<p><em>Once in a lifetime you take a chance, and it burns you into ash<br />
As the master plan dissolves into a flash of light<br />
Once in a while it turns around, like the weather vane in a thunder cloud<br />
And you know that an angel’s saving up her gold<br />
To get you a chance to do all the things<br />
There’s only once in a lifetime to do</em></p>
<p>Once in a lifetime there will be one who shares all your secrets<br />
Without sharing a word, nothing between you<br />
Once in a lifetime you will know the sorrow,<br />
As it soaks through your skin and hollows you out<br />
Leaves you a shadow with a doubt</p>
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