1. |
Young Gold
03:14
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Change, well they say the body’s hide
Wait I never wanted this disguise
We don’t know - When the lights are low
We don’t know - That the lights they grow
Say that I caught you in a lie
Awake no longer slipping in the night
(Turning stones to gold - We’ll waken in a golden glow)
We don’t know - And the lights are low
But as above - So below
all these ways, have come undone
all these ways, have come undone
All these ways we come undone
You say you’re lost but now you’re gone
All these ways we come rundown
And now you’re blessed with gold
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2. |
Cowboys in the Void
05:23
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Oh, their horse is down
Look in the mouth, frantic, silently
But nothing happened
They couldn't find a proper way to pronounce it dead
Borealis news
Could have gone beyond the world of hurried hands
Well they don't mind it
Cause they left and flew to the sky in the cowboy night
Left standing in the only void we know
No talking in the only void we know
Left standing in the only void we know
We gotta go
We gotta hide
We gotta go
We gotta hide
Left standing in the only void we know
We gotta go
We gotta hide
We gotta go
We gotta hide
A feeling, fleeting like perfect circles
bending over backwards down to the end
Cowboys in the void
Understand it's all behind, but return again
And nobody told us not to come home
And nobody told us not to come home
nobody told us not to come home
We're staring at the void and we don't know why
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3. |
Children of Light
03:20
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Oh, they may be wrong
About the things they saw
So they marked the ground
Now it's been so long
We got that earthly drone
And yes we like Bossa Nova
We'll learn to forget the past
But we'll still remember something
Oh, a waste of time
Trailing something gone
On somebody's dime
Watering the lawn
We're going' off to war
Not like the one before
I met a man today
He was a founding father
Oh, the golden years
When damp bells ring true
Children of the light
Sleep in darkness too
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4. |
Penobska Oakwalk
02:53
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And oh, you looked at me
As if I was another side of the game
The unknown know
We always seem, seem to play with confidence
And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska
And "why" you said to me
Why would we try, why should we try to make anew
When we could be
intoxicated by this ordinary turn again?
And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska
Do you remember when
When you shook, or when you felt a rising tide?
From within, before the cross
From that place where our child resides
And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska
Tripping on the bricks in the light of another snow
You hand me a gift, a trade of I don't know why
I've been packing bombs for a man in an idle tower
Who traded this land for an open hand of flowers
How did we get so ...
Language deflated the zeppelin of the conscious
How did we get so …
And now we return through the means of that destruction
How did we get so …
Language deflated the zeppelin of the conscious
How did we get so …
And now we return through the means of that destruction
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5. |
Rabid Love
06:16
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You say you call this rabid love
And I think it's funny
You hand me dirty rags, my love
And you call me honey
Hopping on this train, my dove
Don't you follow me on it
I don't know where I'm going, love
And I got no money
And I'll have this day in the back of my mind
And I'll have this day in the back of my mind
No, it doesn't mean I didn't love you when it was right
And no, it doesn't mean I didn't love you when it was right
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6. |
Milo
05:53
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Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
You can call me Mr. Morning
I was just lost ahead
Looking at the past and counting all the things I know
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
You can call me Mr. Morning
I was just lost ahead
Looking at the past and counting all the things I know
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
You can call me Mr. Morning
I was just lost ahead
Looking at the past and counting all the things I know
Do you remember?
We were out and walking
Staring at the sun
And I
Lost all of my days
While we were drenched in talking
Speaking about nothing
Nothing spoke to us
While breaking through an open
Space in our days
And I, I, I, I
Hold my hand
read the sky
Giving me - signs
Hold my hand
read the sky
Giving me - signs
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
Call me Mr. Morning
But I was just lost ahead
Looking at the past and counting all the things
I know
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7. |
Utopian Canyon
03:53
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Oh, Hold me out
And say we're in motion
We're running wild
Utopian canyon
And oh, bastard son
Formless new token
Of trying times
Sweet heart's devotion
Oh my god
How we've mutated this
confrontation
And simply taken love laying
down, down, down, down
down, down, down, down
We took it only for ourselves
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8. |
Lost & Lewd
01:50
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Call me a sinner and call me gold
Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold
Now you're stuck, nowhere to go
But you called me a liar when I told you so
Call me a sinner and call me gold
Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold
Now you're stuck, nowhere to go
But you called me a liar when I told you so
Losing limbs and lost and less
Well you had a shitty attitude
Not enough to stick around
Sick of playing lost and found
Losing limbs and lost and less
Well you had a shitty attitude
Not enough to stick around
Sick of playing lost and found
Losing limbs and lost and lewd
Call me a sinner and call me gold
Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold
Now you're stuck, nowhere to go
But you called me a liar when I told you so
Na na na na na na na
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9. |
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Wake up early just to know that I am still in bed
Architecture's turning over, town is painted red
If I'm there
I'm walking backwards
Time and time again
I remember falling forwards
Not back into bed
Let the asphalt path continue
So it's words come clear
Turning of our simple distance
To those ending near
For whom it tides I'm tending here
Where it could begin
For whom it tides I'm tending here
Time and time again
We forget what we are
at the right time, every time
We forget what we are
at the right time, every time
We forget what we are
at the right time, every time
We forget what we are
at the right time, every time
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10. |
Gome Home
04:33
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Silent silence calls your name, you said you were
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