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Egyptian Cinema
01:31
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Putting sugar on my egg and chips in Liverpool Street Station — what a plum.
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My God
02:37
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What God would let a dog bark at 3 a.m?
My God.
And which God would let a man doubt what he can do?
My God.
So now I'm my own God free from the chains for the King James.
I'm my God,
my God.
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The Town of Twosmiles
01:47
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Pistols drawn and awake, awake to their maddenings.
We drew close to the fire and hope that they'd spare the lives of our animals.
But care free they shoot and they disagree with the answers we gave.
Drunk and bored they turn to her.
They had to shake us apart,
they hit me but all I could feel was the dark,
but she fought and in time they changed their mind.
On the floor we lay as one,
fueled by something that we had before this begun,
and a glance told us that we should run,
now that we had the chance.
So we fled our home in slow motion,
and willed each other not to fall,
and even with the shout, the shot, and the bullet,
we we're swallowed up by the woods.
Which we knew like the back of each others hand.
Are adrenaline drove us form miles,
we didn't stop running till we found the town of Twosmiles.
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This Cancer
02:55
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These desires prick like bee stings to the eyes,
but melt away peacefully what in the company of a similar somebody.
This cancer, this cancer is growing,
it's going to hurt somebody, hurt somebody,
and its black is black, it's black is black.
I kill the small things that lie before me,
maybe when their burning me someone will say,
he never used to be this way.
This cancer, this cancer is growing,
it's going to hurt somebody, hurt somebody,
and its black is black, it's black is black.
Keep warm, keep warm in the Winter,
step out, step out in the Spring,
adventure, adventure in the Summer,
move on, move on in the Autumn.
I know I can get back to thinking like that,
I just really have to think about it, think about it.
The ones that came before me,
left no doctrine to reform me.
I want everything but not for too long,
and then something new to begin the moment that it's gone.
This cancer, this cancer is growing,
it's going to hurt somebody, hurt somebody,
and its black is black, it's black is black.
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Even With the Sun
02:31
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Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window.
True love has been a stranger to me,
so I bought ticket and I crossed the sea,
took a room in a sleepy town,
so I could cry when nobody's around.
Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window.
True love has been a stranger to me,
so I cut out my heart beneath a tree.
Buried it there in the ground,
if it can't be used it should not be found.
Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window,
Even with the sun it's dark from my window.
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Paradise isn't a place it doesn't exist,
people get bored and listless.
I've opened doors and talked to thin air,
picked up the phone when there was no one there,
but I still say when and not if.
Experimental school of architecture,
I wanna apply,
Experimental school of architecture,
I'm currently sleeping in a place where I
get woken by exotic birds,
not yet a dull moment.
Experimental school of architecture,
I wanna apply.
Where children throw stones that's where I am,
lend me a friend, nature, Man, machine, or animal.
to say it's all been done before is to shush holly communion,
peaceful and misshapen and bruised, you must run at it clasping something you can translate through.
Experimental school of architecture,
I wanna apply,
Experimental school of architecture,
I'm currently sleeping in a place where I
get woken by exotic birds,
not yet a dull moment.
Experimental school of architecture,
I wanna apply.
Train me to build structures of enormity,
that compliment the skyline,
inspire the minds of a dwarfed mankind,
while standing without a sound.
Train me to build structures of enormity,
cast new shadows on a city,
let the birds cry wildly,
as they sense their sun has sunken early.
Experimental school of architecture,
I wanna apply,
Experimental school of architecture,
I'm currently sleeping in a place where I
get woken by exotic birds,
not yet a dull moment.
Experimental school of architecture,
I wanna apply.
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Be the silence you created and just be,
for otherwise we are both the bars and the bird.
If you compromise your passions with lovers,
they will dissipate indifferently and leave you loved my another,
and another, and another.
I was wholly wrong about everything,
I thought we were the all but we're all nothing.
If you dislike refocus and change,
we only the images from the back of our brain.
Be the Person You Imagined When You Were Only Young,
Be the Person You Imagined When You Were Only Young,
Be the Person You Imagined When You Were Only Young,
Be the Person You Imagined When You Were Only Young.
Today I watched a miracle from my back yard,
the earth proved its motion by reveling the sun.
For a moment all my hardships were gone,
but I've acquired a lack of reasoning and so they return,
and they return, and they return.
Who are all these people that think they toil in some cruel land,
are you truly a coward or is this part of the plan.
If you dislike where you are, refocus and change,
we only the images from the back of our brain.
Never late but always on time, but you hate the place,
Never late but always on time, but you hate the place,
Never late but always on time, but you hate the place,
Never late but always on time, but you hate the place.
Be the Person You Imagined When You Were Only Young,
Be the Person You Imagined When You Were Only Young,
Be the Person You Imagined When You Were Only Young,
Be the Person You Imagined When You Were Only Young.
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Ender
03:12
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Instrumental
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Friends are we aware
we have such ability.
Enough to send away the animals,
to find them in their wood,
tame them with our love,
walk where they would not walk.
Drift,
and don't be ashamed to drift,
our heads are filled with the seeds of bliss.
We've formed a collective notion that we're separate
how could you except that,
if you do please try;
wound your doubt and watch it die.
In this world I hope to fine:
the sanctuary of a monastery,
a creative use for brevity,
a life that tests me,
that's not sedentary,
in places that can sedate me.
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Come speak the truth, as if to children; we are still so very young.
Impatiently we grew forth with flashes of thoughts, part animal, part curious force, always baying for more, hand on the sword, break the jaw before it says a word. And so divide, and the cunning bought fear and rocked the weak to live in sleep.
Come speak the truth, as if to children; we are still so very young.
The simple words of our ancestors encrypted so as to guide the gullible into assured belief in those who posses and understand this stolen knowledge, and so we are left not wanting, our needs bruising but numbed, our thumps a gluttons tongue.
Come speak the truth, as if to children; we are still so very young.
And the few that comprehend this cruel system are taken by knife or gun, their vices displayed as if to be human was some great disgrace.
Believe only your own eyes, your ears secondary, go forth, be well and be happy.
Come speak the truth, as if to children; we are still so very young.
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Mount Jackson
03:27
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Mount Jackson from the Weddell Sea,
The snowdrifts around you lovingly.
But you've seen nothing but the white bare,
and we know nothing about you there.
I wonder how you sound,
in the deepest winter when there's no one around.
do you creek like the ice that surrounds you,
do you howl like the wind that's upon you.
Mount Jackson do you remember me,
I'm the man who wrote of you tenderly.
Maybe now people will sail to you,
over that frozen sea, they'll spy you.
Mount Jackson think of the times,
when the sun glides across you and warms your sides.
During these moments consider,
solitude can leave us bitter.
Mount Jackson,
Mount Jackson,
Mount Jackson.
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Wilful loss of ones own mind, is cage without the key.
I've been meaning to write this down,
but I've been suffering with insufferable soliloquies,
preformed to a wall I called hope, but statistically,
things named after nouns will rebel and act differently,
to how they are meant to sound.
So now I roll from my patch, listening to my insides.
My brother told me there was no one there,
and I smiled at the thought that I no longer have to care.
For my own mind conspired against me
and I was that conspirator.
So I will tour my spirit around some more
until I find the cure.
Wilful loss of ones own mind, we'll philosophize to find.
Wistfulness you will opine, it'll metastasize and hide.
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This is Worship
04:26
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Specificity please 'cos I can only focus on the trees,
Can't hear the water for the sound that you make.
This is worship but I have to say I have a long way,
for this horizon does keep playing tricks on me.
I try to edify, to shine a light.
To wake up every night, to awake every night.
This is worship and I have to say I have a long way,
for this horizon does keep playing tricks on me.
No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here,
No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here,
No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here,
No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here,
No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here,
No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here.
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Whatthe Animalssay Berlin, Germany
Traveling Gonzo Composer/duo. Forty-One Countries tapped for inspiration. Traveling with a micro studio, a microphone and an acoustic guitar, composing and uploading where and when possible. Songs written freely from Iceland to Togo without the constraints of industry. ... more
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