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We've Got a Show
01:44
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We've got a show
An awful foe of the century guard
Take tips and skiff for lows
A rounded sound, not too tough on your eyes
Abstinence had a fleet on your knees
And took told the fate of your reverent ties
Rip-tap the roots of your elegant trees
Devour fees before needs, after opulent wines
We've got a show
A choral glow struck a love on their miles
Ship-stock your everly woes
And keep them hungry for more butterflies
Turquoise and on your boat
Wrap your ores, and we'll call it goodbye
See ya my friend, woah oh
Just keep writing, it's the thrill of the times
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Waltzing the Night
03:07
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Hey, don your jammies and come with me
Drop all your bits and your bytes
Hey, let's go dancing down paths
Through the shadows of sodium lights
Waltzing the night, waltzing the night
Hey, let's escape from the tellers,
the groomers, and expecting drums
Then in the morning they'll find our beds empty
And rent out our rooms
Waltzing the night, waltzing the night
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3. |
Do It For Me
03:57
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Hear cracks in your ears
Bleed deltas in eyes
Feel teeth in the corners
Smell smoke on your shoulders
And bass from the bars
Touch scalps with the strangers
Suck skin for the patterns
Map planes through the skies
Breath must from the creases
The things that you'll miss, the shapes and the shades and the colours and the sounds and the people you're leaving behind
The things that we gave you, you'll think of and weep, when you're out there in space, alone with the arches of time
There's no going back once you've lit up that fuel, and the pit of that dream hits the conscience I know's in your mind
So just do it for me, and I promise we'll make it worth...
Watch wind in the washing
Nice grey, the sunrise
And trees while you're bathing
Breast-stroke over caustics
Greek myths by the fire
Cook food from the garden
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4. |
Stealers
03:49
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Blindfold your eyes, and take me out for a drive
On a hard geodesic, through house walls and trellis
No heart for signs. No sentiment for power lines
With mud up their Acers, as traces of our giddy times
Wish I'd the mind to care not for what they will find
When the scene's credit's fallen. When morning is crystal and broken
There's romance for sure in old sayings like 'cellar door'
But they'd never steal it, waste, and have good people clean it
If we're doomed to be stealers
We'll just take the granite from beaches
Assemble it all in the shadows
Of fellows with dirt on their breeches
And lay it out true to the patterns
That town planner's etiquette teaches
But how will we feel good stealing nothing at all?
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Inaka
02:18
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The Tuonela Gateman
02:40
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Hear me, hearsted living
Hear me, wildered dead
My stoic gates are open
And you may meet again
The river is black for parting
The hillwailes beg an end
Be gone, but take nostalgia
There, you may meet again
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Tale Tell
03:56
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All of these people, with ledgers and pens
Writing down stories for strangers and friends
Dancing in summer, when light traps the ivy
These few tranquil moments, in echoes fine dining
Tell the station you've come home
Halls of steam that sigh from stone
Shadowed willows street your stroll
Straight to where your loved ones go
Smell of the iron, and paint on the door
Gloves for the garden you paved for the war
Still dancing in summer, when light traps the ivy
Your stone-rested sorrows are ageing and dying
Tell the willows you've come home
Sweeper Bay in your window's glow
Waking awnings street your stroll
Straight to where your loved ones go
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Vertnaut
04:02
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Get me out to the edge of the clout
To the hues of dawn
Where the planes inhale our warmth
Dance, just like you do to prove we're nowhere down on Earth
Dance; because you'd never do it; not while you were her
Smile, and keep my mind as broken as these nightly notes
Reach into that pretty hair and save us from our souls
You're not a Vertnaut
You are just what you are
And I can't hate that
But I'm certain we'll sail apart
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Old Glimmer
04:18
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Hand me their sweaters. I'll wash them again
Don't sing, or you'll silence the phone
It's been three or more hours since we last woke the bobbies
They don't get our troubles sat warm in their homes
Daylight is breaking outside
Sleep can wait for our ailing hearts
'Cos you and I love them,
and we'll hold them again
We gave them the patterns they needed to pat
And fed them on fine casseroles
We gave them the best and the worst of ourselves
And the worst was much better than the dog's dinner bowl
There's too much to lose to forget
Too much of a demon that's trying to rest
'Cos you and I love them
And we'll hold them again
It's not him for sure - that call that he made
To pay us in pounds what we gave
Married some girl, and adopted a kid
That's in school now... well that's what they say
These things don't get fixed by themselves
An old glimmer of hope will mend this house
'Cos you and I love them,
and we'll hold them again
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