Here's a brand new selection of live tracks from our fall tour and some other choice cuts from random shows throughout 2006. We had a great run and these are just some highlights. As always, there are plenty more where these came from. Stay tuned and thanks for helping to make this a great year for live music.
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Below you will find a video from our new YouTube page, dedicated to bringing you fine footage from "is" live performances. We are looking forward to exploring the possibilities of online video so check in often to see new stuff. Click the link below to find our YouTube page or click the video below to play the video directly.
I've got a riddle just for you
I'm old as life and I'm brand new
I'm older than the rocks and the trees
The one who brings you down to your knees
I've seen the universe and stars
and put you in the crosstown bars
I've been here since the earth and the sky
and I know that I can never die.
This land of yours was always mine.
Take my hand
I've never lived so never fall.
From womb to worm I hear your call.
I've been here since the world began.
I witnessed Cain cut down an Able man.
I can make you lose control
of all you keep within your mind and in your soul.
The love you feel I put it there.
The wrinkles in your face and your thinning hair.
This life of yours a gift of mine.
Take my hand.
Your stiffening limbs and your hair now turning grey.
Will I live to see another day?
I'm gonna have to see just how I feel.
Maybe then we can make a deal.
Your penance served and your life lived well.
All the wicked tales I will tell.
I put you here upon this earth.
I will take you back again. Rebirth.
This death of yours a grain of sand.
Take my hand.
And you find that you’re carryin’ monsters on your back.
And the weight of the load may just give you a heart attack.
to cut through the rope seems to be such a delicate task.
And the fear of the pain of finding freedom holds you back.
Sometimes their hiding, but now their presiding again.
When it’s me that their guiding it angers me ‘til no end.
But my demons are back waiting for my defenses to bend.
I forsee the whole scene though I’m caught in between now and then.
There’s no reason to give those monsters a free ride.
They find it so pleasin’.
Try and bring me down, try and burn me out.
And you find that you’re not letting demons hold you down.
Now you’re weightless in flight with the freedom that you found.
While you fly through the night in the sky there’s a light shining down
And it’s shining so bright it embodies the dream that you found.
There is this guy.
He walks along the avenues.
He says, "My feet are killing me
but all I've got is this one pair of shoes."
I know a woman. She never gets cold.
She refuses to admit that
someday she's got to get old.
This very same woman
I know her by her name.
She says "Someday I'm gonna understand
but nothin's gonna be the same."
We're all livin' our lives one step at a time
some of us walkin' all alone
and some never step out of line.
We're all the same yet we don't know
that the further we all drift apart.
the closer we grow.
I know a little girl.
She loves to skip rope.
But in between the games of hopscotch
on the inner city streets
she searches for hope.
I know a little boy.
He's got his hair down to his knee.
His poor momma's been out all day lookin'
for a job but no one's gonna
cut that hair for free.
We're all little brothers and sisters in the dark.
and our eyes all see a bit different
when someone turns on that light.
We're all the same yet we don't know
that the further we all drift apart.
the closer we grow.
I know a whole lot of people
standin' in a fine old line
saying I don't care about yours
at least I got mine.
I know an old man.
He lives down by the river side.
He likes to think he's led a good life
but he's got all this pain deep down inside.
Then there's a younger man
Starin' at the walls of a penitentiary.
and each day as he stares
through those cold steel bars
dreamin' about bein' free
he thinks about a friend of mine
who found himself a wife
and he got to wanderin' around
up inside of himself
tryin' to understand his new life
Johnny went to plant a tree.
He looked so carefully step by step.
Searched for the best place it could be.
He had a great idea inside his head.
Told me someday it’d be so tall.
And it’d be a thousand years ‘til it’d fall.
His great-grandchildren would someday say
My great-grandaddy planted those back in the day.
Chorus
Pick a place and try to find
an open space to ease your mind.
Watch it grow from seed to plant
and dedicate your-self to chance.
One day Johnny set out with seed.
And he had many reasons for this need.
Like finding lost love he would fill a great void.
The plan was to bring many great joy.
He’d lay his seeds in fertile ground.
Miles from where they could be found.
It was a place so new and picturesque.
Such a respite from his teachers desk.
Chorus
One day when Johnny was old and grey
to his grandchildren the story was told.
“You better go for what you want
before you turn grey and old”.
At first kids I was undersold,
not seeing I was really loaded.
Being broke and getting old
is so much better than mid-age and corroded.
You sit there watchin’ me like the hand of time.
You see me gettin’ faster,
made you’re rhythm one disaster.
Hand of time, hand of time.
And now you walk away and I wonder why.
Maybe I moved just a little too fast you pondered the days that blew right past your eyes
Hand of time.
You got to consolidate my friend.
Don’t you know that too much luggage
will kill you in the end.
So let it go, this life you tow.
This here park is gonna fill your space.
Worry not my friend cause you have
come to the right place
To pass some time, pass some time.
If you set your pace and you stay on task,
maybe you’ll see that you can go back.
I can only imagine what you have been through,
and what this unfair world has done to you.
Breakin’ habits always gets you down.
It’s easy to get used to somethin’
when it’s always hangin’ around.
So use your mind, leave this behind.
The hand of time’s a war that can’t be won.
If you keep on fightin’,
you may set before the sun.
Hand of time, hand of time. Hand of time, hand of time. Hand of time, hand of time.
There’s places I have seen
with people trapped in walls.
Some spend their lives building fences,
setting nets to stop their falls.
And who am I to say unless I’ve lived my life that way.
I’ve set my shields to keep me safe from time to time.
If building walls is what you need for now,
just know that someday,
you may put those walls aside.
Some walls may stand for life.
Some walls, you’ve gotta knock ‘em down.
When they keep you locked inside,
you can’t those walls stick around.
If you’re livin’ in a haze and you just
wander through a maze of walls
you build so high that they surround
your arms you need to reach right out.
If building walls is what you need for now,
don’t build those walls too high.
Now the worst kind of walls seem invisible,
walls that we refuse to see.
You can’t just take down walls
you won’t except as reality.
Yet, you know they’re standin’ there
and you insist you’re not aware.
You don’t have time and
you don’t care to make it right.
If building walls is what you need for now,
then I can’t help to wonder how you’ll sleep tonight.
Sometimes we build our walls
to protect the people that we love.
If forgiveness was easier and understanding clearer
we would rise above.
If it’s less challenging to hide
a repressed feeling deep inside
we might realize that someday
that if we build our walls
so thick and tall they silence all,
we may not hear answers coming our way.
The Train whistle's out of tune with the music in my head.
It's not too late to change.
Seein' double vision through the XOX.
It's not too late to change.
Ridin' that slide with two broken strings.
It's not too late to change.
Climbin' up to heaven on two broken wings.
It's not too late.
If the change is worth a dollar
you can scream and you can holler.
If the change is for the better
you best go run and get her.
I've been known to chase flies in my hotel 209.
It's not too late to change.
Nude Madonna hitchin' off my cigarette tin.
It's not too late.
The pool reflects the sun and paints waves on the wall.
It's not too late.
If I don't say or do nothin' nothin's gonna change at all.
It's not too late.
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New York to California Just to try a different wine.
It's not too late to change.
Another lonely passage. Another barstool ride.
It's not too late. It's not too late.
It's not too late.
It's not too late.
I can always find a job, I just don't want to is all.
It's not too late to change.
I got real money in my pocket, still I sleep out in the cold.
It's not too late.
I hear a man-child beggin'. She laughs in his face.
It's not too late.
I wanna be by her side. I want to wreck down this place.
It's not too late.
My girl gave me a spring break surprise.
It was so damn special it brought tears to my eyes.
She said for eight days you won’t see my prize,
‘cause dear ol’ mom is droppin’ by.
First day in and she climbs a fence.
Steals lemons from a yard, that don’t make no sense.
Second night in and I’m feelin’ tense
As I’m watchin’ her talk to herself again.
Eight freakin’ days, what a sweet surprise.
Can’t you see the sentiment in my eyes.
I get crazier the longer she stays.
Thank god it’s only for eight days.
Three days in and she wants down.
I was sorry to tell her that there was none around.
She wants the windows open, yet she thinks it’s cold.
Three days in and this is getting old.
Three nights in and she wants to get high.
Five days ‘til it’s time for her to fly.
I thought now don’t be selfish round our lovely guest
So I had to bite my lip and hold my breath.
Eight freakin’ days what a sweet surprise.
Can’t you see the sentiment in my eyes.
I get crazier the longer she stays.
Thank god it’s only for eight days.
Five days in and her bo’s not well.
She says he’ll be alright , but you can never tell.
She’s lookin’ for flights home and I think that’s swell.
And for sayin’ this, maybe I’ll go to hell.
With a day or two left, I guess she ain’t so bad.
When my girlfriend hears this song, I know that she’ll be mad.
She will get more and more pissed each time that it plays.
Thank god it was only for eight days.
Lookin' out my window just the other day
I saw an eagle flyin'. Will he fly my way?
I think he can see me with his eagle eyes.
I wish I could be with him on high.
I wish I could feel so alive.
It must be beautiful to fly.
From his vantage point up in the clouds
all the noise and all the shufflin' never seems so loud.
I can hear him singin'. His cry; it reaches me.
"If only you could see what I see."
"If only you could fly away with me."
How I wish I could be free.
solo
Now as I wake up from this tempting dream
my life down here on earth ain't as bad
as it sometimes may seem.
My eagle flies away as my spirits begin to rise.
As I wipe these tears from my eyes
I'm feelin' better, much to my surprise
but, you know, I'll still think about it from time to time.
I feel like I could fly.
