1. |
Grow
03:26
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A stray smile from the street
reminds how far and steep.
A house,
a car,
a television full of tar...
something that clings to the soul
got a pocket of polio
Something must grow
A pillar of ideas,
dust on stone.
The cracks are crumbling
where something must grow
Where something must grow
A dream of falling
Covered in snow.
The film plays backwards
of all that was known
Of all that was known
Grow
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2. |
Beam of fire
04:30
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In a beam of fire
In a beam of fire
I feel hands of an angel
cold like the eyes of a spider
and old like the deepest of the oceans
Cool flooding tides of emotion...
For you...
In a beam of fire
In a beam of fire
Roaming sight in an orbit
bowed like a wild stroke of lightning
and old like the secrets of the oceans
Cool flooding tides of devotion...
For you...
In a beam of fire
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3. |
Dial tone
04:52
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I am swimming deep in the dial tone,
in the swell there is something growing...
A change that the weather stole,
sending beeps but I still feel alone.
So dim in the dial tone,
I’m blind in the wide, cruel unknown.
So far above, I send my love...
The dull of fate on my skin
while I have been
in a sinking feeling
In the dial tone you drown in atmosphere...
The infinity of the dial tone
has my sense of direction stalling.
The blue, my leviathan...
the air, the eye of the storm.
I send my love, so far above...
The dull of fate on my skin
while I have been
in a sinking feeling
In the dial tone you drown in atmosphere...
In the dial tone I will be waiting here...
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4. |
The sky is falling
02:17
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Time, push, slot together,
fill it, empty, in a box,
in, out, sending letter,
format, feeding, shopping cart.
Catch a dream in a coffee cup
then let it rot.
Slide, push, slot forever,
don’t let it drop.
Rest in feast
the fool for beans.
He has his things
but the sky is falling
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5. |
I had a dream
03:37
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I had a dream
an echo, a shadow world.
No more screens, no notions,
no crowds, no motion,
no cans of Coke – oh
No cans of Coke.
No television, no internet,
no radio transmissions,
no telephone, no intermissions,
no Big Mac and fries
No-no-no-no Big Mac.
I had a dream...
I walk in a shadow world.
Once seen, you echo the dream...
I had a dream
I walk in a shadow world.
No more ships, no oceans,
no people’s emotions,
no God in a cloak – oh
No God that spoke.
No elevators, no shopping carts,
no computerised addition,
no fresh fish, no emissions,
no Hail Mary tonight
No-no-no-no Hail Mary.
I had a dream...
I walk in a shadow world.
Once seen, you echo the dream
Once seen, you echo the dream...
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6. |
Trainwreck
04:24
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Once there was a little train inside me.
It rode upon the tracks that headed to ‘Destiny’
But if they went down low,
I’d be sure to follow.
Like the wind,
Like the wind,
Like the wind that follows you home...
I’m a trainwreck,
can I crash into you?
So what’s a little train to do but driving?
Straight ahead, no left, no right, no remembering.
Into the dark we go,
a tunnel made of hollow.
Like the wind,
Like the wind,
Like the wind that’s following you home...
I’m a rip in the ocean, salt in a wound.
Can I crash into you?
Somebody said that tide and wind can take you home...
Somebody said that tide and wind can take you...
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7. |
Endormez-vous
02:31
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8. |
Sweet memories
03:10
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I took her hand, all pale and clean
my baby’s had her last dream
her eyes filled with me
There’s nobody here
to hear our lullabies.
We said a sweet goodbye
and now it’s time to die
I took her wings, they are such very nice things.
As if the sky was her widow
it spat thunder at her
And in my hand,
another raven’s hair
just like the others there
I’m awash in wonder...
I took a light, a flaming seed
upon the stroke of midnight
an ocean raged on freely
I’ll take these things
to hell you’ll see
All my sweet memories
are awash within me...
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9. |
Sad little robot
02:17
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