1. |
Outstretched
03:06
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The boy was a flower in the wind
She said with a warning
He was on the touch of being total air
As he glanced back into the eyes of his watcher
Who saw a reflection of how he was then
Before the storm pervaded his youth
I can still imagine her
Drowning quietly in red
Her blonde hair floating above the weeds and wet soil
We'll never get her back home
The woman was dancing on a boat
Her arms outstretched
This was her time
She could feel it in her movement
Her nature shot through
The old man took a vacation
To a less smoky place
His actors were re-enacting a vision of his past
They were singing
They were dancing
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2. |
23 Dreams
03:02
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What I wanted 23 long dreams
Went without much more than a silent scream
A silent tear
A silence in the air
Over night I became hard to bear
It was hard, so hard even to hear
My own voice, hearing my choice
And now I crush the pearls between my teeth
Of my 23 or 4 long dreams
Gone without a burn
Without even the slightest stain
Bye bye bye bye bye bye...
Bye bye bye bye bye bye...
Bye bye bye bye...
Bye bye bye bye...
Flame out
Flame out
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3. |
Georgia Sea
03:59
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Oh Georgia will you ever be free?
Oh Georgia will you come dance with me?
Oh Georgia the deep black sea
Oh georgia my home country
Oh come on the rain
It's coming through
The air you breathe
The air you fly
I wanna get back home
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4. |
The Rat's Coat
02:37
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Grey is the smell rising from the dead rat
Lying silently underneath my bedmat
Grey is the hair that I will one day wear
When I've grown up far away from the rotten rat
Grey is the way, the ride I take each day
Green is the view from my second story window
Grey is Popov's all-time favourite shade
The shade of his words moving across the page
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5. |
Tell You
04:15
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I have no information
To give you, to tell you
We were in an art gallery
Title said I have no information
To give you, to tell you
Flying through the cloudy skies
Writing words to sing in a recording studio
I have no information
to tell you, to report back
Listening to The Strokes
They had nothing to say, just like me
I have no information
None at all
My mind has gone blank
Not for the first time
These are someone else's words
I have no information
Nothing to report
No action will be taken
This is April the first, a good time for fools
I'm on my way to Edinburgh
You cannot smoke there unless you stand outside
I have no information
To sell you, to tell you
There will be no chorus
None, nowhere, no, nil
When I get down from the sky the song ends
My ears are sore from no information
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6. |
Mother's Land
02:20
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Above the sky so full of stars
Below the land so full oif marks
Don't worry these are no scars
She's fine, she's not at war
Look at the sea, the lines in the sand
Under the sun, I look at her hands
Don't worry those are no scars
She's fine, she's not at war
Face in the wind, soaked in the rain
Graves on the heath, thoughts without pain
Don't worry those are no scars
She's fine, she's not at war
Just call her (call your mother)
Call home (call your mother)
Call your mother (call your mother)
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7. |
The Way Back Down
03:58
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She stood by the window
As she watched time slip by
Then for no reason
She started to cry
He didn't have an answer
As he watched her in gloom
It was then that he asked her
Why they were trapped inside this room
And I'll wait for you
We went all the way back down
They met at the bridge and talked of their lives
On a cool dark evening the lights shone in their eyes
She's in love with another or the idea of him
He listened to her words as he forced a foolish grin
And I'll wait here for you
We went all the way back down
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8. |
One World
02:16
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I can't get no sleeves for my records
I can't get no laces for my shoes
I can't get no fancy notes on my blue guitar
Can't get no antidote for blues
I can't find the reasons for your actions
I don't much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure,
Somehow I can't find a cure
Can't get no antidote for blues
Can't get no remedy on my TV
There's nothing but the same old news
Can't find a way to be one world in harmony
I can't get no antidote for blues
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