1. |
Perfect Fall
05:17
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the story goes a prophet from 16th century
got invited to appear on a black and white tv
prophesize the comet, preach the final scenes
the people only clapped and spent another day being here
being free
and i just heard of people
who start the art rock scene
to be taken to the airport and discussed in magazines
boy george on a billboard, madonna as a queen
and no-one seemed to care that they were made up by a team
to work, just to work
seven days of longing
i always seemed to sure
told you all the lies
now they only seem to hurt so bad
all my words …
i promised you the perfect fall
fall
when i was just a boy all the boys gave me beer
everyone went nowhere but the images got clear
i saw johnny on a highway; eli volunteer
to become the second person in a coma for a year
oh boy…
when I just speak of holy
please do understand
I ain’t talking about jesus, I’m just talking ‘bout my friends
take me from the airwaves this is a bad career
seriously talking while no-one ever hears my band
seven days of longing
i always seemed to sure
told you all the lies
now they only seem to hurt so bad
all my words …
i promised you the perfect fall
fall
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2. |
Roshi / Eckhart
03:35
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wind howls
i’m home again
awaiting the time to pass me by
a full moon
6 am
i howl and howl and howl
and no-one seems to understand
there’s a picture on the wall
three sisters, one is dressed in white
and when i look across the room
all has led to here and I don’t mind
i breath in
breath out
isn’t that what life’s all about, princess?
a white horses tracing down the same old steps
seven flowers on a seaweed bed
i loved the waves crashing down
the sands
said ‘mother let me drink my cup,
i dream and dream and dream
scared to death, just to wake up’
i staged the plays I called ‘Riding for the Feeling or: The Fall’
after sunrise, afterglow
I’m fading when you hear the whistle blow
i breath in
breath out
isn’t that what life’s all about, princess?
a white horses tracing down the same old steps
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3. |
Archer
04:12
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a crow came down
‘tell me bout the size!’
we looked to small
you see flowers always grow
you don’t need to see, you need to know
oh I said I’m going out
while everyone knows I’ll stay at home
I keep waiting for the sound
‘Ride the Feeling’ rings at home
they said it’s easy to talk about love
but you know how it breaks and
falls apart
falls apart
and while the archer pulls his bow,
aims his arrow straight into the night
i woke up mid-fall, open up the door and step outside
i read the letter that you wrote
it said ‘it’s time to take your time’
i learned to be; learned to fall; learned to get up;
learned to crawl
they said it’s easy to talk about love
but you know how it breaks and
falls apart
falls apart
bleak as gold and soft as skin
i only learn to try
i only learn to try
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4. |
Chicago
04:44
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i got my passport set
wake up from the bed
train towards the airport
on my way to get
to chicago
these days the boys we date
are coming from the states
tell me all the stories
of all bands that made it
in chicago
in chicago they all sing
‘we just tend to talk about love and kerosine
waiting for the mailman to start another scene
in l a'
these days I’m gone again
we got our firstborn kid
and my friends would babysit
while I would play along
with another 90s song
in chicago
and at the show she said
get up in our bed
and i would say i’m sorry
i’m on my way to get back
to chicago
these days we tend to talk about love and kerosine
waiting for the mailman to start another scene
in l a’
these days I’m gone again
save that boy!
save that boy!
save that boy!
oh save that boy!
and all the boys round here
dring ice-cold beer
when i bring them over
they only want to hear about chicago
about chicago
tell me about chicago
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5. |
The Needle
03:53
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some have lost their home
on a thousand euro phone
some have lost their way
driving towards l a
and i’ve got a machine
that generates my dreams
got all my friends to know
they can meet me at my shows
all his three critiques
got me a fine degree
i learned to phrase my words
sing ‘science never hurts’
so simple as can be
here’s my poetry
waiting to be heard
by shepherd or the herd
give me the needle, give me the shot
the shot is made of longing
i just can’t get enough
about five-hundred years ago
there was a guy, galileo
and all that he could see
led to reality tv
so this morning i woke up
at evening i lay down
waiting for the day
i slowly learned to fade away
two days in quarantine
led to broke self-esteem
i watched the children scheme
how to live their broken dreams
and on the balcony
i’ll await my salary
deconstruct the modern beats
just to write them poetries
give the needle, give me the shot
give me a second call
the shot is made of longing
i just can’t get enough
give me the needle, give me the shot
the shot is made of longing
i just can’t get enough
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6. |
Back to You
05:12
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so by the fire
we lay
when summer ends
and paves the way
for the trees
for the snow
for friends to rest
& stay at home
i heard stories
about a lifetime
and they always lead back to you
all the books laid on the table
the days we start in song
all the truths all found in fables
all our rights and all our wrongs
they always leads back to you
so while we rest
laugh and talk
know there's nothing
but a peaceful walk
we'll be sisters
we'll be foe
at times to get back
at time to go
i heard stories
about a lifetime
and they always lead back to you
all the books laid on the table
the days we start in song
all the truths all found in fables
all our rights and all our wrongs
they always leads back to you
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