Bridges, Squares
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โฑ๏ธ 4:47 duration
๐ ID: 712849
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As I walked on to Kendall square
And crossed the river basin there
The Charles was black, the sky was blue
The view was old, the bridge was new
And past the flow's constricted mouth
Commercial lines flowed mostly south
Or east across a boundless sea
Where rising soon, the star would be
The tides are moved by sun and moon
The spring will last from March to June
The red line train will pass behind
As long as bridge joins stream and sky
And from that point where I did stand
I wondered at the works of man
I wondered how this walk began
'Til red line train came 'round again
But it's not the time to ossify
Not the end of wondering why
Not in your faith or your apostasy
Not the end of history
As I can take, so I could give
If I could shop where I could live
As I can read, so I'd write books
If I could eat where I could cook
Where talkers have a place to meet
Where walkers walk along the street
And subways travel paths well hid
And ferries take you off the grid
But it's not the time to ossify
Not the end of wondering why
Not in your faith or your apostasy
Not the end of
Predictable waves of historicity
Or nostalgia for gaslit times I'll never ever see
Futurians manifest
Internationalists
Connected are the promenades and waterways
The living waves of harbor nights and city days
And where is the builder, was there something missed?
Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this
But it's not the time to ossify
Not the end of wondering why
Not in your faith or your apostasy
Not the end of history
As I walked on to Founders' Square
And crossed the river basin there
The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue
The bridge was old, the view was new
And from that point where I did stand
I wondered at the builders' plan
I wondered how this walk would end
'Til path train came around again
But it's not the time to ossify
Not the end of wondering why
Not in your faith or your apostasy
Not the end of history
And crossed the river basin there
The Charles was black, the sky was blue
The view was old, the bridge was new
And past the flow's constricted mouth
Commercial lines flowed mostly south
Or east across a boundless sea
Where rising soon, the star would be
The tides are moved by sun and moon
The spring will last from March to June
The red line train will pass behind
As long as bridge joins stream and sky
And from that point where I did stand
I wondered at the works of man
I wondered how this walk began
'Til red line train came 'round again
But it's not the time to ossify
Not the end of wondering why
Not in your faith or your apostasy
Not the end of history
As I can take, so I could give
If I could shop where I could live
As I can read, so I'd write books
If I could eat where I could cook
Where talkers have a place to meet
Where walkers walk along the street
And subways travel paths well hid
And ferries take you off the grid
But it's not the time to ossify
Not the end of wondering why
Not in your faith or your apostasy
Not the end of
Predictable waves of historicity
Or nostalgia for gaslit times I'll never ever see
Futurians manifest
Internationalists
Connected are the promenades and waterways
The living waves of harbor nights and city days
And where is the builder, was there something missed?
Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this
But it's not the time to ossify
Not the end of wondering why
Not in your faith or your apostasy
Not the end of history
As I walked on to Founders' Square
And crossed the river basin there
The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue
The bridge was old, the view was new
And from that point where I did stand
I wondered at the builders' plan
I wondered how this walk would end
'Til path train came around again
But it's not the time to ossify
Not the end of wondering why
Not in your faith or your apostasy
Not the end of history
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.66] As I walked on to Kendall square
[00:06.72] And crossed the river basin there
[00:09.45] The Charles was black, the sky was blue
[00:12.45] The view was old, the bridge was new
[00:15.58] And past the flow's constricted mouth
[00:18.57] Commercial lines flowed mostly south
[00:21.86] Or east across a boundless sea
[00:25.07] Where rising soon, the star would be
[00:28.16] The tides are moved by sun and moon
[00:31.02] The spring will last from March to June
[00:34.31] The red line train will pass behind
[00:37.36] As long as bridge joins stream and sky
[00:40.44] And from that point where I did stand
[00:43.58] I wondered at the works of man
[00:46.85] I wondered how this walk began
[00:49.89] 'Til red line train came 'round again
[00:52.72] But it's not the time to ossify
[00:55.98] Not the end of wondering why
[00:58.83] Not in your faith or your apostasy
[01:02.28] Not the end of history
[01:09.07]
[01:16.15] As I can take, so I could give
[01:19.93] If I could shop where I could live
[01:22.47] As I can read, so I'd write books
[01:25.37] If I could eat where I could cook
[01:28.35] Where talkers have a place to meet
[01:31.46] Where walkers walk along the street
[01:34.56] And subways travel paths well hid
[01:37.75] And ferries take you off the grid
[01:40.76] But it's not the time to ossify
[01:43.72] Not the end of wondering why
[01:46.79] Not in your faith or your apostasy
[01:50.13] Not the end of
[01:52.15] Predictable waves of historicity
[01:56.74] Or nostalgia for gaslit times I'll never ever see
[02:03.88] Futurians manifest
[02:06.83] Internationalists
[02:09.92] Connected are the promenades and waterways
[02:16.04] The living waves of harbor nights and city days
[02:22.60] And where is the builder, was there something missed?
[02:27.88] Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this
[02:34.82]
[03:12.77] But it's not the time to ossify
[03:15.72] Not the end of wondering why
[03:18.63] Not in your faith or your apostasy
[03:21.72] Not the end of history
[03:28.35]
[03:35.51] As I walked on to Founders' Square
[03:38.59] And crossed the river basin there
[03:41.31] The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue
[03:45.03] The bridge was old, the view was new
[03:47.67] And from that point where I did stand
[03:51.15] I wondered at the builders' plan
[03:53.52] I wondered how this walk would end
[03:57.22] 'Til path train came around again
[04:00.28] But it's not the time to ossify
[04:02.79] Not the end of wondering why
[04:05.40] Not in your faith or your apostasy
[04:08.73] Not the end of history
[04:15.56]
[00:06.72] And crossed the river basin there
[00:09.45] The Charles was black, the sky was blue
[00:12.45] The view was old, the bridge was new
[00:15.58] And past the flow's constricted mouth
[00:18.57] Commercial lines flowed mostly south
[00:21.86] Or east across a boundless sea
[00:25.07] Where rising soon, the star would be
[00:28.16] The tides are moved by sun and moon
[00:31.02] The spring will last from March to June
[00:34.31] The red line train will pass behind
[00:37.36] As long as bridge joins stream and sky
[00:40.44] And from that point where I did stand
[00:43.58] I wondered at the works of man
[00:46.85] I wondered how this walk began
[00:49.89] 'Til red line train came 'round again
[00:52.72] But it's not the time to ossify
[00:55.98] Not the end of wondering why
[00:58.83] Not in your faith or your apostasy
[01:02.28] Not the end of history
[01:09.07]
[01:16.15] As I can take, so I could give
[01:19.93] If I could shop where I could live
[01:22.47] As I can read, so I'd write books
[01:25.37] If I could eat where I could cook
[01:28.35] Where talkers have a place to meet
[01:31.46] Where walkers walk along the street
[01:34.56] And subways travel paths well hid
[01:37.75] And ferries take you off the grid
[01:40.76] But it's not the time to ossify
[01:43.72] Not the end of wondering why
[01:46.79] Not in your faith or your apostasy
[01:50.13] Not the end of
[01:52.15] Predictable waves of historicity
[01:56.74] Or nostalgia for gaslit times I'll never ever see
[02:03.88] Futurians manifest
[02:06.83] Internationalists
[02:09.92] Connected are the promenades and waterways
[02:16.04] The living waves of harbor nights and city days
[02:22.60] And where is the builder, was there something missed?
[02:27.88] Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this
[02:34.82]
[03:12.77] But it's not the time to ossify
[03:15.72] Not the end of wondering why
[03:18.63] Not in your faith or your apostasy
[03:21.72] Not the end of history
[03:28.35]
[03:35.51] As I walked on to Founders' Square
[03:38.59] And crossed the river basin there
[03:41.31] The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue
[03:45.03] The bridge was old, the view was new
[03:47.67] And from that point where I did stand
[03:51.15] I wondered at the builders' plan
[03:53.52] I wondered how this walk would end
[03:57.22] 'Til path train came around again
[04:00.28] But it's not the time to ossify
[04:02.79] Not the end of wondering why
[04:05.40] Not in your faith or your apostasy
[04:08.73] Not the end of history
[04:15.56]