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Treefingers
05:56
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Far away we're so close
that we can barely recognize
from a little spot that we call home
we dance a tango by the sun
play the horns some minor scale
like a waiting music stomp
a constant wear and tear of breath
until the river comes to death.
Well if you want to leave
forget it all, they lied
For everything you feel
you've got to wear a blame, and lock your heart
oh what is love what is love
oh how you laugh while I leave, how we laugh
oh what is this what is this
oh it is cold it is cold.
Save your mind apart from the gate
light a fire, burn it to the grace
our tear stained eye shines on milky way.
I hope your news says this is not going to last,
I'm not the one to escape!
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Logan
04:52
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Change your faith
But don't change your mind
it's hard to find
a better crime
Bleach your eyes
Feed apathy to see
you share a snap like a whore
until you don't think to cause a bigger change
do you want the change?
We like old craps
the way they stay still
and blow a breath
a little windmill,
It’s hard to get who wanted all this shit to happen
And so easy come, easy go
We need you to feel the change to never change
Please never the change
who needs to change, right?
Lights in your faces they'll show you no good
That lights in the basement you know
All of your ifs, all of your whys, they really don't mean a thing
All of your choices, all of your voices sigh!
So here what you've got
A mole in your thoughts
Will you get to hold them tight?
Well this world has got a break
Since humanity got first breath, yeah
No one've scaled the whole universe
To be on the brighter side
Still alive and safe tonight.
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Bad Bones
05:47
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There's a brand new ghost
on a golden stream
entwined in my hair
hidden like a strenght
I can feel it now
deep in my bones
may it always be there.
I thought they would have bloomed
the fields beyond this town
and their lovely football rumbles.
Higher than the top
or caught into the ground
the solitary man is blessed.
Kids are screaming very loud
It's just another point of view
Sat through days of thin bad bones
The salesmen come back home.
While I drop a part of me
And let the fever rise again
I set myself to bring the worst
From my old pale memories
And kids are screaming very loud
it's just another point of view
I set myself to bring the worst and healing my bones.
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4. |
After the Flood
09:38
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After the flood
alone in the crowd
slowed to hear all aloud
the hunter was still and
inquiring at me, he said:
could this be the victims' song?
Lenient the word
as long as he spoke
trying to find a glimmering
but apologies meet in
answers' suspect
to the death of a nation's tongue.
I love my mother
I love my father
now I can see their face
I see my brother
all the others
on the breeze they flow.
Love is where it is
the shelter's broken
stay around, beyond the tide
We're falling
youth wasted
desperately in need of wealth
Free falling
night calls me
farewell, that ain't me babe.
We are tired to be alone.
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Solitaire
02:05
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Faith
06:17
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Faith, caress my name
myself amongst waves
Faith, the evening falls
it took many of fools
to find our brotherhood, again.
I look to the other land
where we'll hoard our sacred hearts
there are flower-bearing pilgrims beyond the wall.
They fuck you up when you're a child
They fill you up until you smile
they've put a treasure in a goddess in the sky.
And now we've got famine, when we eat
we've got troubles, when we need
We've got cemetery streets
We don't believe you, no more fear
our people choose to see
we are the eyes of the cosmos,
the vulnerable beat of our bliss.
We are the resistance!
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7. |
The Resistance
02:56
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The shapes of our hearts
flame over the ground
as if we deserve to be loved
we do still believe
to not lose a inch... of ourselves
'cause we choose to be here and not to be... there
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Seasons
09:25
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Many stories grow
from a summer that is gone
and when they'll reach the shore
the ocean rose is torn.
Inside the coastal bend
the winter child will drown,
for how long will he hold
the seasons of his war?
On the promenade there's a line of young waiting men
who carry the weight of blame over their face,
and when they see rain grope like mud lanes down the wall.
Sleepless eyes:
do they wait in vain?
Days build the sky of western fields,
light fires in black night as lonely satellites.
Is maybe that they rise from little wonders?
They do.
While there's still time
we should call these old fields home.
Standing on the shoreline tonight
yet another distance declines,
on this silver railroad we're bound
waiting for the ocean to rise.
Now we’re back home
Satellites thru these fields of love.
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