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I'm sure I've seen this road before
I'm sure I've seen it one day.
I'm tired of the corners and I'm tired of the crossings I've made.
I'm moving agin, I'm moving again.
I can see the glint in your eye.
I'm not blinded.
No no no...
The sleeping bears lie in their caves again,
And the smoke will open their eyes again.
And you'll only discover the truth
When they wake again,
And you just don't know how you'll feed them.
And they'll sharpen their claws on the bark of your mind.
I'm sure I've played this game before
As sure as immortality is young.
I'm tired of the game, you know
I'm tired of the way it is won.
I am silenced.
I am silenced.
Full of half-wasters in this world.
The sleeping bears...
They're sleeping bears.
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2. |
Biting My Tongue
05:26
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We went through to the mere with beers and hugged the breeze,
And the sun was low down.
In a way melancholy was a guard to use,
And I don't know why.
I listened to my friends talk about some other time
I remember feeling lost
Of all the things that I called mine
I was biting my tongue.
Coming down to some depths I did not know were there,
Something eased my mind.
I just wished that the morning light was easy to bear,
If I'm bound to find a small mercy of sorts
To make up my own mind.
Was there a truth in getting high?
And infinite answer to why I was biting my tongue.
I listened to my friends talk about some other time,
I remember losing sight of all the things that I call mine.
I remember biting my tongue.
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3. |
Rose
05:14
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I watched her fight the sleet and snow,
The rose grew so strong she grew so slow.
I left all my warmth in my bed,
And I felt like a fool when I said.
I drew strength. I drew strength.
When I saw her grow.
Grow, grow, grow...
And every morning I looked out.
I felt like I should cut her down.
I couldn't stand to see a friend so cold,
But we all shall test what we've told.
And that is life.
And she was life.
That is life,
When I saw her grow.
Grow, grow, grow...
And then one day I came in.
It had been a month since I'd seen,
What had been a rose about nine feet high.
She grew so hard
She had to die.
In my street.
She had to die in my street,
When I saw her grow.
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4. |
Low Streets
05:54
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5. |
Carry You In Sound
04:04
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Parted roads and dusty codes,
Are telling me what is real.
I used to think that every kind of glove
Could catch every steal.
Even when there's nothing wrong and
Nothing's gonna change.
Instead of life I love the strife that
Punishes and remains.
Summer, summer, summer.
You're such a long time ago.
And lover, lover, lover.
I carry you around in the only way I know how...
I search in sound.
Teasing minds and golden finds,
I'm ready to make a start.
It seems like I've been trying so hard
To touch every bar.
Even when I'm happy and bold
And standing ever so tall.
All these blues and sadder tunes
Just grab me and drag me along.
Clack, clack, telling me how I'm gone.
Tick tock, you tell me in the morning?
And oh no, oh no, she said
"Teasing minds, and golden finds?
Teasing minds? I'll be gone"
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6. |
Dr. Diels' Jam
01:25
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7. |
Do Not Move
05:38
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8. |
Sonia
07:37
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9. |
Hash Of Cash
03:44
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I wanna sing like Johnny Cash
But I think I'll just make
A hash out of it.
So I sing alone in my room
In the dead-end night and gloom
And I don't feel it.
Honey let's just go out for a while, and drink a bit.
Oh I have made a hash of Cash.
I wanna write like Bob Dylan
But I just get the feeling my pen's not up to it.
So I write songs in my flat
All about Iraq
And they just sound shit.
Honey let's just draw the blinds and play Wii-Fit.
Oh, I just can't revisit Bob
I wanna sound like Sigur Ros
Be the crescendo boss with angelic wings.
So I buy a delay pedal but end up playing metal
And now I'm skint.
I could play one note for an hour as long as the spiff is lit.
Oh, fare thee well my dear post-rock.
I wanna sound like Johnny Cash but I think I'll just make
A hash out of it.
I wanna write like Bob Dylan but I just get the feeling
My pen's not up to it.
I wanna sound like Sigur Ros and be the crescendo boss
With angelic wings.
I wanna dance just like The KIng...
I wanna dance just like him.
Honey let's just go out for a while,
I'm Hank Marvin.
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10. |
Bully Bully Bully
04:11
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11. |
Christmas Tree
05:03
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A skin crawling day and heart beating night,
Will I ever find joy in all this plight?
Bombs are falling hard, the veil is in it's place,
The man's alive and well, his people no face.
And in all this time that we've fought together,
I get out my weighing scales and the good times I'll measure.
And surprise surprise, like a see-saw it looks,
With all the bad below, and all the good is crooked.
And oh, what do you know?
Another war could grow,
And the tears
The tears will go.
And someday we'll meet in a future so rough,
When all our plans are dead and we've suffered enough.
And sometime I'll see, what you all meant to us,
As joyful as the rain,
As welcome as it's rust.
And here is my home and here is my earth,
Here are all my morals, there truth and all it's worth.
And here is mind to hide away the pain,
I guess I've gotta find a world without this rain.
What do you know?
Another love could grow.
And the tears, the tears will
Go...
You're beside yourself
Your guilt keeps you company.
History will be your judge.
You're a dead man.
And I'm beside myself
With anger and apathy.
But I'm beside my friends,
I'm a lucky,
Lucky,
Man.
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