1. |
Being Washed By The Sea
02:37
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BEING WASHED BY THE SEA
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I'M A TV BROADCAST
WITH NO LIGHT NOR TRANSMISSION.
I'M A SHOW IN THE DARK
OF PENTOMIMES IN ACTION.
I'M A RADIO SOUNDLESS
THAT NO ONE LISTENS.
THE BLANK PAGE OF A STORY
WHERE EVERYTHING COULD HAPPEN.
I'M A PAINT ON A WALL
WHEN A BRICK STARTS TO FALL.
I'M A SHAPELESS SCULPTURE
MADE BY NO ONE BUT NATURE.
I'M A NEW OAK'S LEAVE BORN
THE FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN.
I'M THREE THEATRICAL KNOCKS
AND THEN ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN.
I AM CURTAINS AND STEAM,
I'M A DREAM
NO ONE WILL NEVER HAVE BUT YOU.
I'M INVISIBLE INK,
I'M A WINK
YOU WANT NO ONE TO READ DON'T YOU.
I'M A HEART IN THE SAND
TO BE WASHED BY THE SEA.
A MUTE WEDDING REQUEST
WHEN THERE'S NO ONE TO MARY.
I'M SIDEWALK CHALK NOTE
FOR THE FIRST RAIN DROP FALLEN.
I'M AN ADDRESSLESS LETTER
THAT ANYONE COULD OPEN.
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ONE SHORT OF A SIX-PACK SOUNDS
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I'M THE NICE GUY YOUR MOM LIKES.
SHE THINKS I'M STEADY BUT I'M SHY.
I'M THE GOOD SON YOU KEEP AN EYE ON.
I'M NOT LAZY, I'M JUST TIRED.
YOU SAY I BEHAVE LIKE CHILD
BUT I FEEL LIKE I'M SIXTY-FIVE.
THE NEW BORN BABY DOESN'T CRY.
THAT MEANS HE'S STUPID OR HE'S MAD.
BUT I DON'T WANNA BE THIS WAY.
(I JUST DON'T WANNA BE THIS WAY)
I FEEL LIKE ONE SHORT OF A SIX-PACK
WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME THIS WAY.
I'M THE GOOD LADY YOU'LL MARY.
LOOK LIKE VIRGIN BUT I'M ORNY.
THE SHORT-TIME FRIEND YOU CALL IN NEED
USED TO BE HELPFUL AND I'M STILL.
YOU LIKE TO SAY I'M OUT TO LUNCH,
TO SAY I'M FUNNY WHEN I'M DRUNK.
YOU THINK I'M MISER BUT I'M WISE.
I KNOW THE PRICE THAT COST A LIE.
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3. |
Like A Girl In A Tree
03:31
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LIKE A GIRL IN A TREE
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THERE'S A GIRL
LIVIN' IN MY TREE.
WHEN I PLAY A SONG
SHE LISTENS TO ME.
SHE LET A TEAR FALL
AND FELL FROM HER TREE.
I CAUGH HER BEFORE
SHE BREAKS HER TWO KNEES.
SHE WAS HIDDIN' IN THE GARDEN
WHERE HER FAMILY USED TO LIVE.
SHE IS NOW A REAL BIG WOMAN
WITH A LOT OF DREAMS
AND SHE SAID TO ME :
"YOU CAN BRING ME IN YOUR BAGS
I'LL HOLD TIGHT ON YOUR BACK.
I'LL SEE THE WORLD PROTECTED."
MY SHOULDERS HURT ME HARD,
YOU'LL HAVE TO WALK
BUT YOU CAN STILL
HAVE A SHELTER IN.
AND SHE SAID TO ME :
"THERE'S A SNAKE
WAITING DOWN FOR ME.
IF I WATCH THE GROUND
I'M FEELING DIZZY."
I CAN KILL WHAT'S CRAWLING
BUT I FEAR THE BEES.
"THERE'S ONE PLACE I FEEL RELIEVED.
WHEN I'M HIDDEN IN THE LEAVES.
IT'S MY UMBRELLA, MY HEATER,
IT'S MY COOL FRIEND IN THE SUMMER"
AND SHE SAID TO ME :
"YOU CAN BRING ME IN YOUR BAGS
I'LL HOLD TIGHT ON YOUR BACK.
I'LL SEE THE WORLD PROTECTED."
MY SHOULDERS HURT ME HARD,
YOU'LL HAVE TO WALK
BUT YOU CAN STILL
HAVE A SHELTER IN.
WHAT SHE SAID TO ME,
WHAT SHE SAID TO ME.
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BACK IN A MYSTERIOUS TOWN
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WHAT A MYSTERIOUS TOWN
I LANDED IN.
IT LOOKS LIKE A STAIN BUT IT'S JUST
CROWDED.
WHAT A MYSTERIOUS TONGUE
THEY ARE SPEAKING.
IT SOUNDS LIKE COMPLAINTS BUT THEY'RE JUST
TALKIN'.
WHAT A MYSTERIOUS PLACE
TO SURVIVE.
THEY PILE UP EVERYONE TILL IT
COLLAPSE.
WHAT A MYSTERIOUS WAY
TO BEHAVE
THEY TRAMPLE EVERYONE WHO
REVIVE.
BUT THIS MYSTERIOUS TOWN
IS THE TOWN I'M BORN IN.
THAT'S THE TOWN WHERE I GROWN.
THAT'S THE TOWN I LIVE IN.
WHICH MYSTERIOUS TONGUE
AM I SPEAKIN' ?
IT SOUNDS LIKE RAIN BUT IT'S BRO
-KEN DREAMS.
THAT'S THE TOWN I'M LEAVING
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"I AIN'T AFRAID", SHE'D FINALLY SAID.
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EVERYTHING STANDS
EVERYTHING IS FINE
TILL SHE RISES FROM THE DEADS
THAT MEANS SHE FUCKED UP SOMEHOW.
SHE IS A MESS,
THERE'S NOTHING SHE DOES RIGHT
AND SHE CHOSE ME AS THE LAST WITNESS
OF HER WASTED LIFE.
ACCORDING TO HER
NOTHING WORTHES A TRIP,
THERE'S NO POINT IN ANY KIND
THAT DOESN'T STAND ON A LINE.
SHE HAS NO PRIDE
BUT TO STRAY IN THE STREETS
AND SHE'S USED TO THINK THAT NO ONE MIND
HER LIFE'S SUCH A BITCH.
HE'S NOT HERE
TO HEAR YOUR WORDS
AND I DO,
AND I DO.
HE'S NOT HERE
TO HEAR YOUR WORDS
AND I DO.
SO HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL ?
I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT SHE'D SAY.
(I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT SHE'D SAY)
I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT SHE'D SAY.
I USED TO CARE
WHEN I WAS JUST A KID
AS SHE BEAT THE RYTHM ON MY NERVES
LIKE HAMMERS ON STRINGS.
SORRY TO BE THE NICE GUY THAT I WAS.
SORRY NOT TO BEAT HER DOWN TO MAKE
HER SHUT HER BIG MOUTH.
HE IS NOT HERE
TO HEAR YOUR CALLS
AND I DO,
AND I DO.
HE IS NOT HERE
TO HEAR YOUR CALLS
AND I DO.
SO HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL ?
I'M NOT AFRAID
OF ANYTHING YOU CAN SAY
AS YOUR VOICE IS JUST A WHISPER
WHEN BETTER A WIND BLOWS OVER.
LET'S CLOSE THIS CIRCUS
NO ONE'S LEFT TO PLAY
AND I AM THE EMPEROR'S
THUMB UP FOR GLADIATORS.
IF YOU FEEL LIKE STARVED
SWALLOW YOUR HEART
AND LET IT DIE,
LET IT DIE.
YOUR FATE IN MY HAND
I HANG UP IT HARD
AND LET IT DIE,
JUST FUCKIN' DIE.
I'M NOT AFRAID OF WHAT SHE'D SAY.
(I'M NOT AFRAID OF WHAT SHE'D SAY)
I'M NOT AFRAID.
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NO MATTER IF YOU FIGHT OR PRAY
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YOUR INJURIES
HIT MY TOLERENCE
BUT I WON'T FLY.
I OFTEN FREEZE
IN FRONT OF THE OFFENCE
BUT NOT THIS TIME.
TOO MUCH TALKERS
THINK LIKE YOU
AND SAY IT LOUD.
TOO MUCH WANKERS
DOES LIKE YOU
AND THINK THEY'RE RIGHT.
HELL IS THE OTHERS
AND TO MUCH DEVILS
HANG AROUND
TO PROVE YOU'VE VERY
BADLY CHOSE YOUR DAY.
YOU SELL YOUR MORAL
AND DON'T FEEL LIKE
YOU WASTER MY TIME.
YOU THINK IT'S NORMAL
TO FOOL THE AUDIENCE
IS YOUR PRIDE.
TOO MUCH PREACHERS
BELIEVES THEIR BELLY
IS OUR WORLD.
BUT SORRY YOU HAVE
BADLY CHOSE YOUR WORDS.
I WON'T WAIT
A FAIREST FATE
TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH
NOR YOUR CONSCIENCE TO WAKE
'CAUSE YOU'VE NO MIND.
I WON'T WAIT
SOMEBODY TALLER
KNOCKS YOU DOWN.
YOU'LL ALWAYS FIND AN ESCAPE
TO RESTART.
BUT YOU CAN GO TO HELL
I'LL CHASE YOU THERE.
THERE IS NO PLACE
YOU WILL FEEL SAFE.
NO MORE DRESS TO HIDE YOURSELF
THIS TIME NO FRIEND
TO PUT THE BLAME
ON.
YOU PUSH ME HARD
WHEN I QUIETLY STAND APART.
THERE'S NO REASSESS
BUT AN EXCESS
OF SELF-ESTEEM.
HERE ENDS
YOUR
DREAM.
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7. |
Walk On
04:35
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WALK-ON
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I DREAM TOO MUCH AND NEVER ACT.
AND ALL THOSE ENDLESS THOUGHTS
I CARE ABOUT.
I AM TOO MUCH LAZY
TO CONCRETISE.
I'M UNABLE TO REALISE.
I WALK AWAY AND NEVER FIGHT.
WHEN I'VE GOT SOMETHING GOOD,
I MAKE IT BAD.
AND I AM TOO MUCH EASY
TO COMPROMISE.
THE WORLD I LIVE IN'S IDEALISED.
FOR ALL THE CHOICES NEVER MADE
THE SACRIFICES NVER DONE.
FOR ALL THE PRAYERS NEVER SAID
TO ANYONE.
FOR THE DECISIONS I DIDN'T TAKE
FOR SOMEHOW REASON ELSE BUT LOVE.
THE LACK OF FAITH
AND SELF-ESTEEM
LEFT ON THE ROAD.
I WALK ON, I WALK ON.
I ALWAYS DOUBT AND NEVER TRY.
WHEN I'VE GOT SOMETHING SOFT,
I MAKE IT HARD.
IT TAKES ME TOO MUCH TIME,
I'M PARALIZED.
I'M UNABLE TO ORGANIZE.
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KEEP YOUR TRAIN ON YOUR OWN TRACKS
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THEY BUILT THEIR GIANT HOUSE
NEARBY MY CARAVAN.
AND THEIR GREEN GARDEN GROWS
WHAT'S STILL SEEDS IN MY HEAD.
SOONER
OR LATER
I'LL FIND A PLACE WHERE I FEEL GOOD.
NEITHER
LIVERS
NOR NEIGHBOURHOOD.
GUYS LIKE ME
NEED THEIR FRIENDS
TO BE LAZY
TO FEEL LIKE WE ARE BRAVE
BUT THEY'RE ALWAYS MILES AHEAD.
GUYS LIKE ME
NEED THEIR FRIENDS
TO BE CRAZY
TO FEEL LIKE WE ARE SANE
BUT THEY ALL JUMPED OF THE TRAIN.
IN JUST ONE MOVE THEY STEPPED
OVER THE MOUNTAIN
I'M CLIMBIN' FOR THE LONG
TRYIN' TO REACH THE END.
UPPER
FURTHER
TO FIND A PLACE WHERE I FEEL HOME.
NEITHER
WINTER
NOR ANY ROAD.
WE HAVE GROWN
MUCH FASTER EACH YEAR
MY FRIENDS
BUT THERE'S STILL NO PLACE
WE'RE FEELING NEAR
FOR THE TRAIN DRIVERS WE ALL BECAME.
WE STOPPED TO THINK
AND WE STARTED TO CARE.
WE KEEP ON BELIEVING
BUT WE WILL NEVER COMPARE
WITH WHAT YOU CAN DO
AND WHAT YOU REALLY CAN'T.
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LEAVE YOUR T.V. WHERE IT STANDS
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THEY SAY
ANYTHING THAT COULD MAKE US STAY.
THEY SHOW
WHAT WE ALL WANT TO KNOW.
STAY TUNED
UNTIL YOU'RE READY TO CONSUME
THE SAME OLD STORIES
WHEN THE URGE BECOMES A NEED
IT GETS REAL ON MY SCREEN.
THEY FAKE
REAL EVENTS FOR A PASIVE CROWD.
CREATE
SUSPENCE FROM SENSELESS LIFES.
THEY SPREAD
LONGER COMMERCIAL BREAKS AND ADS.
THE SAME OLD STORIES
KEEPIN' THE SECRETS ALIVE
REVEALED ON MY SCREEN.
SAME OLD STORIES
'BOUT AN AUDIENCE RATING RISE
GET REAL ON MY SCREEN.
SHOOT YOUR T.V. DOWN
AND GO OUT TO GIGS.
SAVE YOUR MONEY FOR THE BANDS
AND WE WILL SHOW YOU WHAT THE REAL LIFE IS.
MOVE ON, REACT,
THROW YOUR T.V. OUT.
SAVE A DAY FROM THE ROUTINE
BY COMIN' TELL US WHAT YOU'RE RHYMING WITH.
THEY SAY
TO GET IN IS THE ONLY WAY
TO WIN
A BIG PART IN THEIR PLAY.
YOUR DREAM
WILL COME TRUE
IF YOU WATCH AND PAY.
THE SAME OLD STORIES
ARTISTS OR CELEBRITIES
CONFUSE ON MY SCREEN.
SAME OLD STORIES
AMBITIOUS OR TALENTED
LOOSE SENSE ON MY SCREEN.
MOVE ON, COME OUT,
THERE'S NO POINT IN BEING STARS.
THEY'RE LIGHTS ON MY SCREEN.
MOVE ON, COME OUT,
TAKE IMAGINATIONS BACK
BY BREAKIN' THE SCREEN.
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AND NEVER TALK 'BOUT COMIN' BACK
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I AM NOT AT EASE IN FAMILY DINERS
WHEN THEY ASK ABOUT MY FUTURE PLANS.
I STRUGGLE TO BE A GOOD PERFORMER
AND EVERYTHING WILL SOON BE ALRIGHT.
I AM NOT AT EASE TO DELIVER LETTERS
WHEN THEY WONDER WHY I'M LATE THIS TIME.
I WORK DAYS TO PLAY FOR FREE AT NIGHT
BUT EVERYTHING WILL SOON BE ALRIGHT.
I AM NOT AT EASE IN JOB INTERVIEWS
WHEN THEY WANT TO KNOW WHAT I'M GIFTED FOR.
I'M A LOOSER AND A VERY BAD SELLER
BUT EVERYTHING WILL SOON BE ALRIGHT.
I AM NOT AT EASE IN FRIENDS REUNIONS
WHEN THEY ASK ME TO TELL ALL MY NEWS.
I STILL RUN FROM SCHOOL WITH THE SAME OLD SHOES
BUT EVERYTHING WIL SOON BE ALRIGHT.
YOU COULD WRITE
A BOOK ABOUT
THE THOUSAND BULLSHITS I SAID
WHEN IT WAS TO HARD TO DEAL
WITH SO MUCH COMMONPLACES.
YOU CAN ADD
A CHAPTER FOR
MY DESPERATE ADMISSIONS
BUT NEVER TALK BACK
NEVER TALK BACK
TALK ABOUT THAT.
'CAUSE I DON'T
CARE WHAT
THEY SAY.
I AM NOT AT EASE TO PLAY ON STAGES
BUT I'VE GOT SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT.
CONFIDENCE CAN COME ANY DAY NOW
AND EVERYTHING WILL SOON BE ALRIGHT.
EVERYTHING WILL SOON BE ALRIGHT.
YOU CAN ADD
A CHAPTER FOR
ADMISSIONS AND EXCUSES
BUT NEVER TALK BACK
NEVER TALK BACK
TALK ABOUT THAT.
'CAUSE I DON'T
CARE WHAT
THEY THINK.
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11. |
To The Sad-Eyed Ladyland
03:08
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TO THE SAD-EYED LADY LAND
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BAD LIFE LADY
DANCING LAZY,
DIGGING GRAVES
FOR THE MASSES.
ABSENT-MINDED,
NARROW FINDER
NEED SUCH CARELESS
ACTRESS LOVER.
SAD-EYED BABY TEARS
DISTILLING CRIES
ON PHONE AGAIN.
SAD-EYES BABY TEARS
DISTILLING CRIES
IT NEVER ENDS.
BLEEDING AUTIST,
BROKEN-HEARTED
NEEDS TO BACK OFF
AND GETS ENOUGH.
GHOSTEN COMPLEX,
SELF-LIES REFLECT.
VAMPIRES STAYS
IN THE ASHTRAY.
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UNTIL THE OLD GRIM REAPER STOPS
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EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP IN THE SAME BED
AND I REMIND
MY LIFE'S NO AIM.
EVERY MORNING I PUT THE SAME RECORDS ON,
TURN OFF THE LIGHTS
AND WATCH THE RAIN.
EVERY MORNING I EAT JUST THE SAME OLD BREAD
AND DON'T HAVE TIME
TO MAKE NEW PLANS.
EVERY MORNING I READ AGES IN MY HANDS
I COUNT AND WAIT
FOR THIS DAY ENDS.
SOMEONE IS RINGING AT MY DOOR.
(I DON'T WANNA KNOW WHO'S THAT FOR)
I EXPECT NO ONE TILL THE NIGHT
(NO ONE WANTS TO DIE ON DAYLIGHT)
SOMEONE IS RINGING AT MY DOOR.
(I DON'T WANNA KNOW WHO'S THAT FOR)
I EXPECT NO ONE TILL THE NIGHT
(CAN'T DIE ON DAYLIGHT)
EVERY MORNING I REMBER I'M STILL HERE
SURVIVED FROM LIFE,
BURIED MY FRIENDS.
EVERY MORNING I STILL TALK BUT REALISE
THERE'S NO ANSWER
MY LOVE IS DEAD.
EVERY MORNING I STILL WONDER HOW IT COMES
I LIVED FOR SO LONG
WITH THAT PAIN.
EVERY MORNING I WAKE IN THE OLD BED
I REMIND I
LIVE LIKE A DEAD.
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13. |
The Clocks
00:39
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tic tac tic tac...
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HEADIN THE SKY, FEET ON THE GROUND.
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WHEN SHE LEAVES
ROOMS TURN DARK.
WALLS STRETCH AS SHE WALKS OUT.
THEY'RE GETTIN' LONGER AS THE LAST
SECONDS THAT HAVE PAST.
FURNITURES SHRINK MY HEART.
LABYRINTH'S IN THE HOUSE.
THE WINDOW'S NOW A PEEP-HOLE WHERE
HER GOODBYES ARE MY DESPAIRS.
T.V.'S ON,
DON'T FEEL TIRED.
EMOTIONS ON STAND BY.
MY MIND'S ON REVERSED STAIRS.
I WALK BUT IT GOES NOWHERE.
I TAKE THE LAST WORDS SHE SAID
OFF WITH MY HEAD.
I HEAR VOICES FROM THE DEADS
SAY I'M A STRANGER IN MY BED.
SHE IS
THE SKY AND THE GROUND.
SHE'S THE SUN AND THE LIGHT
SHE'S WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT.
SHE IS
THE SAFE AND THE SOUND.
WHEN I LOOK IN HER EYES
MY MIND'S STARTING TO SHINE.
DARKEST NIGHT
HAUNTED HOUSE
AND THE WORSE COMES TO MIND.
I HEAR THE TIMELESS HOURS WONDER
WHAT WOULD I BE WITHOUT HER.
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15. |
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