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Lock & Down
01:48
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Comes rain again,
the cold jammed up.
Lookin' down for a deal you get.. broken men.
Thin coats to feel
what's scrawled out there.
Young walks alone. Kick, bang, splash... to get lock and down.
Some dirty glass to seal your mouths.
Dead empty thoughts
time will blow away
out of this box.
Where cry left a card,
a bottle or just a half.
I will walk for a while.
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2. |
Monster's wake up
01:23
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Oh, you are kind
of a weird sort of kin.
Well, you did catch
all my time despite my life.
Hey, you should know,
I never thought I would repent.
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3. |
I can tell
04:50
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Get down hell when I can tell you lie to me,
just for the meanest kiss.
aah ah ah
And your eyes, fair twisted eyes, that still cry south-land..
I have them in my hand.
Cold straight fist,
driving off,
for some weeks,
strangely still,
can feel disappear.
"Reds" are born.
Love walk back home.
And both, behind
nightlights, hurt my eyes
outfind.
You fight again,
we don´t know why,
you´re out of bread.
Check the nice spot´s alight.
She comes in,
see her left thigh,
it´s on fire,
left with same standing signs.
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5. |
An old bridge
02:43
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A feel has been turned
a very last time.
I drag a blow away
that makes drinks off this coat.
An old bridge on the woods
for me to see me.
How things would be here,
stand dark, still God.
I can see, feel someone here.
From clay in one tale,
has kept it quiet since.
What you've done!
" - Im talking now! - "
what's real, what time slips..
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6. |
Her
02:26
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She pretends to say what flows
on my mind
every day
she regrets to having killed
my heart.
She pretends to have albino fur but,
the money does not dock ... does not attend..
but she manages to impress my silent...
" - Her wings are heard
the whistle of her knees - "
behold the birds
the source on everything,
of rain and shadow
and her body..
Sip to kill on my thirst.
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7. |
No space for you
02:54
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You go, morning after morning,
and you let go off
there used to be a father through the summer.
Life, however, seems to steal occasions,
where beyond the storm awaits the pre-inception.
And I remember the trains, cutting the city.
And I remember the 'yelling', unnecessary.
And the noise of the river under bridges.
Well, well, I must admit there's no place for you.
I used to argue "love is satisfaction".
Then insomnia came as Number one attraction.
No permission, too much from exhibition.
Now I inject my veins with some of that conviction.
And I remember the fire throwing up tears.
And I remember the morning storm providing.
And the sing of the river in my dreams.
Well, well.. I gotta face there's no clime for you.
Wait, wait, wait! I need to ensure there's no space for you.
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9. |
New times
02:54
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It's like to feel the price of mine.
I, whir, a real set mind to feel.
Road for no more, perhaps a bit more.
Ash on the wind, you get the haste, at last.. at last.
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10. |
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Spent bulb ocean eyes
on streetlight
Dead fjord leans over there
A secret hand
won't let you run
no run no fun
She sat down the tarp
far to call
no moon outfall
I might light some fire
let you cry
dive down to melting point
Smiles sprawled
light made of snow
you all've been sold
some strange in against my soul
Most poor, I don't think so
what could've you done
just calm, life's made of time
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11. |
Won't get high
02:33
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I will hide, won't get high
no one, will come...
to prove that your
life was right
for no time.
Cannot see through
sea and lands..
that's way too far..
to start once again
with you, who seek my ways
no love, will come..
to prove that your
life was wrong
for no desire
can feel dire
skies outfire,
you should inspire
to start once again
with me, how was when, I met you at home..
.. at home.
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12. |
Black Velvet
04:27
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Last year I met a funny kind of a man.
Clear ruddy eyes were guilty as charged.
If people talk religion in front of him,
he would lose his temper.
Beyond there was a small back bar,
it was made of black velvet.
He's a very sick man,
some days I give him some, some days I don't.
Was meant to break bad news. A few years on serious blues.
Last night I met a funny kind of a shape.
Clear sweaty skin was thin as your heart.
There´s no time in life to fix your sad trail,
so keep far from my notes.
The rivers in which they have lived one time,
they´re made of shy blue glass.
He's a very sly man,
some days she give him some, some days I don't.
Was meant to break sick times. A few years on serious blues.
So these days I just fix my hair, and a drink.
Or it might be just death sending punch marks.
And Saints whom still can breath, they should be dead,
so I can talk about my thing.
´Cause I still hear those sounds completely mad,
and they´re made of black velvet.
She´s a very sick man,
some days I give her some, some days he won´t
It´s to kill old credence, for years on serious blues.
He´s a very sick girl,
some days I give him some, some days she won´t
it´s made of bad know-how, black velvet all around...
black velvet all around
it´s made of bad know-how, black velvet all around...
black velvet all around
black velvet all around
black velvet all around
black velvet all around
black velvet all around
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13. |
Mariam's lullaby
02:44
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14. |
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I wanna sell the trail you left on him
for anyone that been all over seas
and I want your anxiety in the morning
and I know I've been pleased far from northeast
lalalalalalalalalala
lalalalalalalalalala
And I've been all over seas
'cause I want to get the trail you left on him
I can well crack the hearts while she's for it
and leave what all them think I did omit
But I sure want your anxiety in the mornings
and you should know I will hear them by the morning
lalalalalalalalalala
lalalalalalalalalala
And I've been all over seas
'cause I want to get the trail you left on him
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15. |
The haunting
03:41
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16. |
The timer dance
04:42
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Run your quite sleep,
and creep those days out of time.
Temple screams, world goes out..
you're hurt down.
I once crawled,
now, you!, frail timer!,
charge my nerves!
drug endure!
Dreams, there.. nothing lowest and
the sea, thunders,
right matching my strike.
My nerves, - endure -..
Dreams.. and the sea..
I once crawled.. now-you-frail...
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17. |
Mike & Low
03:11
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Mike and Low
bribe and law
sorrow
pain and love
miles and road
crying inboard
time makes holes
for now you go..
..for now.
Mike and Low
Sorrow
*(Miles & roads)
miles and road
*(crying indoor)
crying inboard
*(assholes)
time makes holes
*(for now You Go¡¡)
for now it goes..
..for now.
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18. |
TV Color
02:42
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In this hive,
in the leaf,
goes our lives, journey man - aha -.
Natura. Natura,
by a tv color.
Here must to sign.
Weather is defiled.
It will tell in tales for us.. living.. living.
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19. |
Down the road
02:28
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Cold scrawny red body down the road
felt like a ghostly pale left by the fall.
Crossed grey east,
- I thought so -.
You see lime stones grow
here down the road.
Ever is a long time, I say - no rush -
let him take a drink of water from the gush.
Bridge up brown,
seats are dump raw,
somewhere up the mountain hall,
there down the road.
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20. |
My life
01:47
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My life finally dies,
my life, at least I had two.
Your life it's starting now,
since I left you a note,
by the fire.
He got cold wind
at my eyes, they would cry by the snow I was
told I couldn't love you more. Nomore.
And now you think, what was that about,
it means little snaps in front and back,
my life just began right after die.
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21. |
Folk tale (live)
02:15
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