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The Road
02:14
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A man came
And then walked away
Today
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Early Morning Light
04:19
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This late at night nothing feels right
The empty street, a crack underneath our feet
I find the key, you smile at me
Then one look back, your bike chained to a tree
It’s a scene of a crime
It’s a permanent disguise
And we move on like there’s nothing here to see
The early morning light will hurt you’ll see
You were so bright in the neon light
Named us allies for the loneliness we fight
Your breath is faint, you write our names
On foggy glass against the world in the back
It’s a scene of a crime
It’s a permanent disguise
And we move on like there’s nothing here to see
The early morning light will hurt you’ll see
Then we sit down, we look around
And then the rain, like birds on fields of grain
It’s a scene of a crime
It’s a permanent disguise
And we move on like there’s nothing here to see
The early morning light will hurt you’ll see
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The Tree You Lit
04:17
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Put the star on the tree now
With the angels and the lights
Inhale, enjoy the smell of pine
And the chill of the night
The moon hopelessly low
And the snow beneath your feet
It’s too cold to breathe
Smoke like clouds
The tiny words we speak
The wind from the hills
Where the sun just bled to death
Bells through windows
Gift in fake snow on the floor and then
The words that should buried in silence
The wood that should be put onto the fire
The Christmas chimes within
The funniest mistake that I ever made
Was sit down and think this heat was here for me to take The corner that I seek is a place where no one meets
A shadow of the tree that you lit so beautifully
The street is awfully quiet
Cars parked under trees
Mist creeps through the branches
Curtain of curiosity
This is the one where I’m alone now
The one I dread the most
The feeling I hold onto
Like a crack onto a hole
The words that should buried in silence
The wood that should be put onto the fire
The Christmas chimes within
The funniest mistake that I ever made
Was sit down and think this heat was here for me to take The corner that I seek is a place where no one meets
A shadow of the tree that you lit so beautifully
The tree that you lit so beautifully…
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Slow Motion
03:25
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A tiny light
Across the street
It’s not my kind
They’re not my breed
So I turn around
Mirror glass staring at me
Tonight all is off
It’s all a cry
My silent sigh
Like fuel for fire
The moon is rock
But it sure don’t feel that way
Slow motion day
Slow motion day
Tonight I’d hide
Behind your back
And then howl
Like a dog into the black
It’s easy enough
To feel at a loss
A coward’s hands
On a hero’s cross
It’s off again
But I’m ready to go
And be a better man
A better man
Tonight I’d ride
Into the woods
Then I’d lie down
But stand I should
Stand I should
Oh you and me running away
Oh you and me in slow motion today
Oh you and me in slow motion today
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5. |
Hide Not To Be Found
02:04
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Why did you just look the other way
As if there’s nothing left for us to say
The beats sound far away
People don’t walk here they sway
But I have many good reasons for us to stay
If you go I’ll follow you around
Up the stairs I’ll beg you to come down
I’ll watch you walk in your nightgown
Close the lights, pull the curtains down
I guess it’s time to see you hide not to be found
I guess it’s time to see you hide not to be found
I guess it’s time to see you hide not to be found
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6. |
Saturday
05:11
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It is Saturday now
The sun like bleach on colored clouds
The heat is humming
The street sedated like me
I could stroll around for days
Pretend the dust covers up my trail
Hands meant to wave
Sweep the sweat off my face
I went out with wisdom to shout
Show treasures I’d found
Walk on waves
I will wait for this Saturday
To be washed away by rain
And the people all look light
Their destinies ahead shine bright
The trees wave joyously
The breeze from wrong to right
All the corners that I know
Are roots of emptiness that grows
Where sorrow slowly flows
I feel at home
I went out with wisdom to shout
Show treasures I’d found
Walk on waves
I will wait for this Saturday
To be washed away by rain
Now it’s after ten o’clock
I walk the street another block
I hum a waltz but I’m ready to rock
It’s still Saturday now
The moon a glare on darkened clouds
Words in whispers wishing they were loud
I went out with wisdom to shout
Show treasures I’d found
Walk on waves
I will wait for this Saturday
To be washed away by rain
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Did the marketing boys promise
That your shit would be a hit
Did they try to suck your soul out
Just to clean it up with their spit
Now here you are
Running home from nowhere
Here you are
Running home from nowhere
The path was laid with laughter
On easy silky skin
But it was the hollow silence thereafter
That really did you in
Now here you are
Running home from nowhere
Now here you are
Running home from nowhere
Here you are
Running home from nowhere
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8. |
In These Trenches
03:47
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Oh what a day
Oh what a day
Oh what a day to be looking my way
And smile like white turning grey
We wait for the fight
We wait for the fight
We wait for the fight, for a target that’s right
An enemy to step into the light
In these trenches
On these wooden benches
We sit scrape the mud off our boots
We sigh like it mattered
The cigarette butts scattered
Smoke for the sun to shine through
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night looking up at the sky
Like a black hole still hungry for light
The world through a hole
The world through a hole
The world through a hole and the silence that rolls
A flag hoisted but hanging low
In these trenches
On these wooden benches
We sit scrape the mud off our boots
We sigh like it mattered
The cigarette butts scattered
Smoke for the sun to shine through
Oh what a day
Oh what a day
Oh what a day to be looking my way
And say you feel patient today
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A Farm In The City
05:51
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The silhouettes move but the light is the same
The horizon like dust on a mud road again
A farm in the city I built
With tools dull and stained
The trees in dark concrete
The light through the rain
The words I have ached for
The lives I have slain
For this life in the trenches
This silence I feel is my reign
Is it true what they say
Is it better that way
With the trees just a way to the top
Does the breeze push you forth
To wherever is worth
Or is it just a sigh to the world
It’s just another way of saying
I won’t be around
The blanket is warm
And the glass is a screen
Of feelings unheard of
And joy yet unseen
A farm in the city I built
A dollhouse I dream
The stars they look empty
My hands they feel numb
Silence a prelude to a scream yet to come
Cause if called on stage
You’d better have something to say
Is it true what they say
Is it better that way
With the trees just a way to the top
Does the breeze push you forth
To wherever is worth
Or is it just a sigh to the world
It’s just another way of saying
I won’t be around
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I’ve been on this road for so long
It’s made me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back to you
I’ve grown silent like a mountain after thunder
Blind like a mother with a child’s pain to soothe
On this road to nowhere
The breeze still smells like you
Ashes turn to sparkles
Black fades into blue
Darkness wrapped around me like a blanket
Rabbits run for their lives in the headlights
I wish I knew where this restlessness will take me
A chest to lay my weary head to rest
On this road to nowhere
The breeze still smells like you
Ashes turn to sparkles
Black fades into blue
And then you
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11. |
A Singer Must Die
03:24
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a Singer of Songs Barcelona
I sing songs in the bathroom. In packed and empty venues. In gardens, sheds and churches. Once in a weird Finnish gym and
also in the oldest house in Switzerland. On a boat and in a bus and in a horse farm. In noisy Italian bars and spookily silent Belgian rooms. On my own and with people.
I sing songs and if you want, you can listen.
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