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Night Terrors
02:46
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Where did the sentinels go,
That would line in the snow,
And shield is from harm.
I know theres no strength in a lie,
I am the last man alive,
And I'm losing my charms.
So go find a lover and take heed.
Go take all the cover you need.
I wish I could take up the call,
But like a sadness that falls,
I don't know where I begin.
I hope at least I go out with a fight,
I will never be right
To let the night terrors win.
So go find a lover and take heed
Go take all the cover you need.
So go find a lover and take heed
Go take all the cover you need.
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Rio Grande
05:34
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There's a house that I go to every day,
Where she binds my hands when I'm too lazy to pray.
Where she is one with the world, she is the one I adore,
Oh this house that we live in every day.
There's a cup of black coffee next to the bed,
And the newspapers written all the lies have already been said.
And there's a bird high up in a tree singing only for me,
Of this house we'll grow old in every day.
Cut the guys maybe we could sore.
A clear sky's all we're looking for
A million balloons maybe click our heals,
Give me love not just spinning wheels.
We could roll down the Rio Grande,
Set down roots in the sinking sand.
Raise the bricks down around our ears,
Wanderlust is in how we feel.
We could sail in a boat to the house on a lake,
And in the annuls of time writ large the love we could make.
The sun could hitch a ride while in the grass we could sway,
Watch from the house we'll grow old in every day.
Cut the guys maybe we could sore,
A clear sky's all we're searching for.
A million balloons maybe click our heals,
Give me love not just spinning wheels.
We could roll down the Rio Grande,
Set down roots in the sinking sand.
Raise the bricks down around our ears,
Wanderlust is in all we feel.
Come in from the cold love,
That low winter sun, is burning my eyes
Lets pack up and go
Cut the guys maybe we could sore,
A clear sky's all we're begging for.
A million balloons maybe click our heals,
Give me love not just spinning wheels.
We could roll down the Rio Grande,
Set down roots in the sinking sand.
Raise the bricks down around our ears,
Wanderlust is in all we feel.
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Before We Lose The Light
05:23
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Who said the stars hang out of touch?
Who shields there eyes when its all too much?
Like the compressional wave before the monuments fall,
A constitutional change but no change at all
Who set those fires left to burn?
Who said the streets where over run?
Who turned the telescope round to the streets below?
Amidst the chaos and sound where the embers blow.
But theres a blue flashing light on my lovers thigh,
Another crack in the night where we hold up the sky.
They say the wells have all run dry,
They say the truth, I say they lie,
Cause who do I believe when the wolves are coming round?
Who do I believe when the sirens sounds?
But now the house is on fire, the flames ride high,
Better together we go before we lose the light.
Hollow is the night
Oh my god love it's full of the stars,
(It's me and you tonight)
My mind is going love, I can't tell them apart
(Before we lose the light)
Oh my god love, we're losing the light
(It's me and you tonight)
My mind is gone love, I can't tell what is right
(It's me and you tonight)
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Of A Fire On The Moon
04:03
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We all need some time in the sun,
Desensitised and numb.
Under these ultraviolet rays,
I see your ultra-violent ways.
I hear tales of a fire on the moon,
And young men breaking rules.
But I won't let go of the rope,
As long as I can hope here.
I speak when I'm spoken to,
And I can hear for miles.
Of illusions lost in the years,
The TV screams in fear
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5. |
Interior Rules
02:56
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She stood in the doorway,
I swear that the ground swayed,
Taking me deeper,
My friends they all called me a loon.
Nah man she hung the moon.
Another drink at the days end,
Splits in the Fountain,
It was just like my brother said,
I knew it down deep in my bones.
It was just like coming home.
Slow thinking and full of interior rules,
No more playing my part, of playing the fool.
We made our own disco,
She grabbed me I let go,
Wearing out the floorboard,
I chased her through every room.
Always coming too soon.
So we stayed up talking,
Danced 'til the morning,
Drinking tequila and throwing our mugs on the fire,
Oh the flames riding higher.
Slow thinking and full of interior rules,
No more playing my part, of playing the fool.
Like Elmore, be cool,
No more interior no more interior rules.
Like Elmore, be cool,
No more interior no more interior rules.
So we stayed up talking,
Danced 'til the morning,
Drinking tequila and throwing our mugs on the fire,
Oh the flames riding higher.
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6. |
Given Time
03:37
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Go wait down the line,
And I'll follow, if there's time.
For all that glitters and shines,
Makes me hollow in your eyes.
Those harbour lights, well oh, my my.
Go wait down the line,
And I'll follow given time.
For all my reasons and rhymes that you swallowed,
I always tried, well oh my my.
That lonesome tide, well oh, my my.
Would you save my life.
Would you build a boat for me,
For the waves that show no reprieve.
The tide raises all ships for free,
We could kiss and roll back the sea.
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7. |
Lungs
03:28
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So the fool at the top he's a clown, bringing you down.
I'm asleep at the wheel driving round, making no sound.
The wireless is waking me now, it's ringing in my ears
Oh I'm a lover oh most of the time, kissing the sky,
The fuckers keep twisting the knife, no-one knows why
The bullets won't go back in the gun, and I'm coughing up my lungs.
I won't stop the world rolling over me
And I can't sew a pitch on the sky
But the earth shifts it's axis every once in a while
I need to know why
I just need to know why
I need an reptile dysfunctional fool feathers and tarred
I want him face down in the pool for going to far
The bullets wont' go back in the gun
He's ruined all our fun
I won't stop the world rolling over me
And I can't sew a pitch on the sky
But the earth shifts it's axis every once in a while
I need to know why
I just need to know why
Oh we should know why
I just need to know why
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8. |
The Watchmaker
03:54
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Many's the day I try to lend a hand,
Chasing shadows and things across walls that barely stand.
Maybe this worlds gonna spin,
The atmosphere sure getting thin.
Many's the day I try and lend a hand.
Many's the day I tried to be a man,
Taking knocks on the chin till I can barely stand.
And maybe this world always spins,
An angel on the head of a pin.
Many's the day I'll try and lend a hand.
Just say the word and I'll leave this all behind,
Maybe it's best that theres something we never find.
'Cause I'm a watchmaker deep down inside,
And I need more time.
Many's the day, I wished I was still a child,
Taking over the world is taking me a while.
A couple more lines on my face,
I'll see you at the end of the race.
Many's the day, I think on my dreams as a child.
Just say the word and I'll leave this all behind,
Maybe it's best that theres something we never find.
'Cause I'm a watchmaker deep down inside,
And I need more time.
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Schiehallion
03:34
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I want blue skies for me and mine
Let's snap back those hands of time
I'll be coming home, like always, the long way round
Your trouble found me,
While I was screaming at that old tree.
A ten tonne love hit me,
While I was raking over dead leaves
Your trouble found me
Oh the roots now we all see
How ridiculous we've all become.
Would you be on the line,
Saving me one last time time.
Schiehallion, damned, I'll be coming home,
Like always, the long way round.
Your trouble found me,
While I was screaming at that old tree.
A ten tonne love hit me,
While I was kicking over dead leaves,
Your trouble found me.
Oh the roots now we all see,
How ridiculous we've all become,
Watching the mountain swing the pendulum.
Oh how ridiculous it's all become,
Save me, am I Saint John Ogilvie?
Well then pray for me,
When I'm swinging from the family tree.
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Sirocco
03:56
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Well it's my right to get it wrong,
I wasn't born a dancer, but I can shake along.
I think we'll be ok, if we keep on moving on,
A lightening shock of anger, casts a shadow long
Is this the way out or the way home?
Winds are blowing all the same.
Is this a fake high or a real low?
Neons just as bright when it rains.
I'l set down my rights the day I slip the rope.
Try not to spook the horses tender is the hope.
And when Im going I'll be gone,
I cant back down.
The weather vein keeps changing ,
For now I'll hold the ground.
Is this the way out or the way home?
Winds are blowing all the same.
Is this a fake high or a real low?
Neons just as bright.
Just breath in the sirocco,
Change as the wind blows,
Forget about getting it right.
Like nobody you know,
We'll dance from the shadows,
Like dust in the flickering light
So breath in the sirocco,
Change as the wind blows,
Forget about getting it right.
Like nobody you know,
We'll dance from the shadows,
A spark from this old dynamite.
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11. |
My Shadow
04:52
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I think my bones have grown tired,
I hope my mind is still wired,
Just enough to enquire,
Would you come back to me?
So low and behold,
I've gone and grown old,
I should have done as I'm told,
But would you come back to me.
Every time I was coming,
You were running away.
But like me and my shadow,
I just wanted to play.
But there's a stone in my shoe,
It keeps me running to you,
Oh what was I supposed to do,
When Ive had a few.
Now there's another I hold,
A good woman I'm told,
But we need a fire for the cold,
So would you come back to me.
Every time I was coming,
You were running away.
But like me and my shadow,
I just wanted to play.
You're more than a feeling hanging round.
So I made up this song to go make a sound.
I think my bones have grown tired,
I hope my mind is still wired,
Just enough to enquire,
Would you come back to me?
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David Luximon UK
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