1. |
Virtual sunshine
03:48
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2. |
Post-
02:35
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Post to the man upstairs
He cries in his coffin
He drowns in his beers
He crawls through a can,
and carresing this man
The thunder of frolic and free
Post to the girl in the dorm
Sorority sisters no longer the norm
She’s longing to taste
A brick in this place
She wants to get closer
But tripping her over are you
Post to the man inside
Apparently someone has taken his life
Apparently lives have been taken this night
He once ruled you over-
He once ruled you over but taking him over
is someone who knows what they’re doing
He once ruled you over but taking him over
is someone who knows what they want
They once ruled you over but taking them over
is someone who knows what they’re doing
They once ruled you over but taking them over
is someone who knows what they want
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3. |
Dour peel
02:39
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4. |
Brick wall in the blue
00:32
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Cruel nitpicky parties
don't care how
you never parted [sic!]
with your brick wall in the blue
So, let's get this started
Ain't this fine?
Our fermentation process
overloading with rot
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5. |
Crossing a narrow stile
02:42
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Your fear of him fading away
Is fuelling a desire to stay at home and in one place
And though it won’t be happening for a while
He’s crossing a narrow stile
Your fear of him turning to dust
Is masking out the part of your picture feigning interest and lust
And though he won’t be dying in your head
Your memories fade instead
His bridges once thought to be burned
You don’t know if you’ll ever forgive the one who never returned
But since he’s been forgiven by the man
You’re trying the best you can
You last saw him picking the growth
Red cherries at the hill of joy being careful not to spill and though
You’re walking past his house once in a while
You can never cross his stile
But you’re hoping to cross his stile
You may never cross his stile
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6. |
Krilma & Dedris
01:54
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Tonight you observe the clouds that cloud the sky
But I want peace at my heart
May I untangle your insecure purities?
Today you perplexed me by looking into my eyes
and indeed, emotions can feed
Stuck to your brain and your heart and hair follicles
Timing can make or can break the most precious minds
And your looks like in the books you never find time to read
or you’d do nothing else
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7. |
Bitter relief
02:38
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I emerge in a jump
Counting foxes in the street
And in a bitter relief
No one sees them but me
And in a leap from the leash
I defy but don't act
I present all the facts
I just wanted her back
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8. |
Hardly Dangerous
03:15
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I see you’re going backwards,
you’re turning around
Away from me
You’re trying hard to look just
like everyone did
And now you’re free
A silly aberration
A turn of the clock
A rising tide
Has come to make you over
And take you on
A luminous wave, a hell of a ride
Where do I see you now?
Where it suits you, where you
thought you’d end up dead
Alone and miserable?
Or is that just me
projecting what I felt there in the presence of
You are a perfect contour
A walking chore
A silhouette
Oh, won’t you come to terms with
your aching head
and come down here
(and skip the coffee please)
I see that you’re progressing
You’re breaking new ground
You’re at your best
You’ve left it all behind you
-rinse and repeat
Should I feel blessed?
How do you see me now?
How it suits you, like you
thought you’d end up dead
Alone and miserable?
Or is that just me
projecting what I felt there in the presence of
You
There in the presence of
You
There in the presence of
You
There in the presence of you
I’m not even sure you’re around anymore //repeat
Where do I see you now?
Where it suits you, where you
thought you’d end up dead
Alone and miserable?
Or is that just me
projecting what I felt there in the presence of
you-
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9. |
Pocketwalker
03:12
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Going nowhere, tell me
I don't feel like following farce
She burned her notebook, told him:
"Trust me, I know, it could've been worse"
Walk away, don't bother
telling me the opposite of hello
He cut all ties, convinced himself:
"Trust me, let go, it's starting to burn"
Pocketwalker tries his best to tumble, fumble around
Hands in his pockets, he is queuing to a hole in the ground
Pocketwalker tries his best to tumble, fumble around
And while he doesn't read the signs he still belongs to the sound
Taking time to visit
fashionable routes of bus
or is it just nostalgia?
Maybe - but dangerously familiar thus
Planning day trips by youself
What is wrong with being alone? (harmoni)
She burned her image, etched it
Into his head, his eyes and his mind!
What is wrong with ceasing if you can afford it?
What is wrong with sleeping if you can afford it?
What is wrong with stealing if you can’t afford it at all?
Pocketwalker tries his best to tumble, fumble around
Hands in his pockets, he is queuing to a hole in the ground
Pocketwalker tries his best to tumble, fumble around
And while he doesn't read the signs he still belongs to the sound
x2
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10. |
Misma la lamsiM
00:58
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11. |
The breeze
05:00
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Give a broken track recorder
found at yard sales a new cover
Take your eyes on a hike to see
Just who
Give another gift, a present
Or a floating one from the past
Once you know you’re at home you feel
the breeze
Try to look ahead, for pieces
Eyes are closing, mouth is dry
Solve the puzzle and take the trial
the tour
Give another gift, the future -
Anchored a hovering ship in the past
Once you know you’re alone you feel
the breeze
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Bedroom folkpoprock barely anyone has ever listened to.
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