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Music To Swim In
04:34
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Wherever I look I see locked doors and empty walls,
With my fingers crossed, I linger in four corners.
My body’s broken left and right, my hands are tied,
My words are dry, each and every night.
How my actions never fit me and I feel it…
In my backbone chilling me, a job that’s slowly killing me.
And when the sun comes out tomorrow, it’s burning me.
And when the night falls down around me, it’s smothering me.
And if the night falls down around me, it’ll be drowning me.
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Sweet Nothings
01:59
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Now that the sea is calm and the waves much smaller
with a little boat we could row.
Now that the rain has stopped and the wind died out
along the ravine we could walk.
But the sea washes ashore dead fish
and the mountains have been sold
the picture that comes to life
breaks me every time.
When I’m high on the hill and follow the road to the beach
I recall the sense of the water and hope that our tree still exists.
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Echo
01:33
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My echo sends back words hacked and nasty
Takes after the ripple of the world
Which got heavier inside me.
Innocence, you have corrupted me
All that I did and all that I planned
Around thee.
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[…]…I love your nose…[…]
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De tout petits mouvements recherchent un élan
qui pourrait échapper au sommeil du fou,
lourds de scenteurs inconnues
ils embrassent le front des gens.
Partout toujours, l’aurore me tue
car j’ai disparu, oublié,
que tout est ici-méme
tout est ici-méme.
[thoughts from the land of 1000 autumns]
Tiny little movements, seeking a rift to spring
if it happens to escape the madman’s sleep
they fill space with scents unknown
kiss people on the forehead.
From all I’ve seen dawn wears me down
it’s cause I faded and forgot
that everything is here
everything is here.
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Not A Soul Around
02:08
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use me up
in fragile days
in fragile dance
i can't say no more
use me up
in fragile days
nothing moves
water dry
nothing blinks to me
sounds just pass me by
in fragile days
do the fragile dance
in other times
there's not a soul around
there's not a soul
around
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Nervous Happy
03:52
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Hear me, singing in empty rooms
Waiting as sunlight looms, I shouldn’t stay.
Break me, in pieces of glass and bone
Push me and bring me out, I want to know.
I liked the way you stood in space
Away from everyone else
all the time.
I’m smashing windows, I’m breaking down doors
I’m running out of breath and… keeling over in the cornfields.
I’m stumbling over my feet, I’m turning down walls
I need to be precise if I don’t want to fall.
I feel for you, I’m here for you
am I right, am I wrong?
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Tumulte
01:03
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Je brise la glace
je brise les vagues
et les ailes des rossignols
et les souvenirs vagues
dans les cœurs qui exultent
des rondes et des farandoles.
Où est ma place
dans ce tumulte?
I break the ice
I break the waves
and the nightingales’ wings…
Where do I belong
in this tumult?
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Gadgetry
03:05
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Take down your picture frames, your self-portraits your mistakes
Move out your gadgetry your stuffed toys your misery.
But I can’t control anything
And you surround everything I come near.
Rip of your tapestry, and clear out your irony
Hold down your bigotry, your soleprint away from me.
I’ve been at the bench we were together
I touched the wood and the metal.
Every time I see this place I fear a change
The step I never made it drops me away
And it drops me away, now.
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Music Without Trees
01:57
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Happy Hour
02:11
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Woke up late on a Sunday morning, afternoon
Nothing to do but laze around.
Maybe I’ll make myself some coffee pretty soon
Maybe I’ll just flick on the news.
And I know that you’re waiting in a bar
With your hair made up and your eyes lighting up.
Woke with an unusual feeling, sort of guilt
Such a strange day in such an ordinary place.
Take my time walking through my corridor
Counting pieces with my feet on the floor.
And I know that you’re waiting in a bar
For the rest of your life for someone to arrive.
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13. |
Welcome Stranger
04:33
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I live in a city sterile & clean of everything mean.
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