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The Cavalry
03:53
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Flat line, copper dust and dry pain in my knuckles
From day 1 there's no hard feelings between you and I
This old typewriter leaves us dedicated
To lies in crimson ink fingerprints
Will you call the cavalry when the time is right?
Are you the bright future I am entitled to?
This steady anchor hanging on a thread
Will come as a surprise masterclass
You can't hear a sound and I'm out of breath
We can't carry on from the tightness of your palm
I'm your favorite one only when you're precious time is running out
Blindside, when was the last time we connected?
My tribe will be chanting this new tale in stereo
This pen and pad will leave us elevated
To sorry notes in handwritten lines
Will you call the cavalry when the time is right?
Are you the bright future I am entitled to?
Unwritten laws hiding under your bed
Will come as a surprise anyhow
You can't hear a sound and I'm out of breath
We can't carry on from the tightness of your palm
I'm your favorite one only when you're precious time is running out
Does it always end the same ironic way?
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2. |
Blueish Green
02:55
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I've been folding my arms, I've been waiting for acid rain to lash down over my head
One more time I will draw the lines that are aimed at all my unknown alter egos
See how my eyelashes hit the ground, while we know they should fall on your cheek again
I do not mind yet you know that I might have learnt from all these lines I read
Lying on the warm ground, now my eyes are turning red.
All I know is so far I have tried my best
But it's all them, they never really understand
It takes time even for the fearless mind
To stir in a verse the rawest human reaction
But it's all in our head where it's dimly lit in red
And the choir sings along like one man
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3. |
In The Basement
02:34
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Articulate or fancy, is this how you see me?
You're self-centered and out of breath, so try hard not to be the one
Who's addictions tied the wrists to the radiator,
Who won't quit while he still has to prove himself
And I've been learning for days all your mother tongues
Waking up in a pool of sweat with my shoes filled in with sand
Who could have thought your angry lover would've grown that stronger?
It's wild how the words inside your mouth are my favorite
It cracks when the lead hits the pad
It's an odd way for you to say I'm always ruining everything
Now that I live in the town that always sleeps, the lightbulbs collapse under the hailstorm
How dry and cold in the basement
Your hair flies on the carpet and your sleeves are torn
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Secrets are hidden inside the trunk
Will I grip the wheel as my hands turn to sand
It doesn't make sense to depict this scenery
Of your attempt to pull me out of the road
The asphalt is about to lose its yellow lines
This time cavalier acts will not be banished
Outside I'll soften the hard my own way
My wooden legs are limping, see how they sank
Your hips are oil, the air I embrace too dry
The car body's soaking in the canal
Covered with rust the metal is now falling apart
It's time to make it last, but it turns into a different story every night
It's no surprise I wanted to make it...
Time to make it last but it turns into a different story every night
And it's no surprise I wanted to make it last
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5. |
Charisma
04:29
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Will you freeze here by her side? I can swear you will never try
Head in the sand or posing on photographs
His lazy steps will be cracking the sore ground
My heroes are out of my reach and now my nails are turning blue
So I turned to you, numbing my hands under these early morning snows
Will she ever know I'd extract myself
And yet I belong here just in case
Will you kneel here by her side? I could guess you were never shy
Head in the sand or posing on photographs
His lazy steps will be cracking the sore ground
My heroes are within my reach and now my hands are turning blue
So I turned to you, numbing my hands under these early morning snows
Will she ever know I'd extract myself
And yet I belong here
And I could never witness this, I could never be only a distant friend always in the wrong
How to end your dreams of the wise and slender
And still live my days in the fullest ways?
Smile now, I'd try anytime
But I'm odd and it's daring losing all this nervous gesture when I'm by your side
Come on, don't get me wrong, things may have changed with the fate I'm eluding
Now I'm hanging on, but I will not change my charisma's diluted.
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6. |
Mommy Is Sea Sick
01:21
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7. |
Squad Camaraderie
03:28
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What was I thinking, you're dancing on razorblades
I will try for the last of times
The darts in your veins they will tear you to pieces
Leave that voice down and sit closer to me
I'm waiting for you there.
What I thought would never come has come now
And this time I'm waiting for you there
Say we collide and we collapse into each other
Say my outdated style is making room for
Lazy eyes and rusty clocks and frozen lies and jealous super heroes
It will work until it doesn't like our squad parades in circles
Back in time I would always squeeze the back of your neck and fake a lazy smile
I know now I will leave that voice of mine down for the very last of times
Wait there, my breath is frozen when you're there
Wait there, all these toxic habits will vanish
It's only a matter of how it reaches the critical masses
Wait here, all decadent habits are vapid
It's only a matter of how it reaches the critical masses
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The Tambourine Man
03:53
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It's confusing all this obsessive lack of purpose, our sky is filled in with ashes
My arms wrapped around my ankles, skeptical and at a loss for smart answers
In this town it's getting way too stagnant
No one deserves to be such a waste of action
Am I different from them all?
Now this city seems smaller than it's ever been to me
Avoiding the need to worry
Surrounded by cardboard boxes
I will spend these remaining hours clearing the view
In this town it's getting way too stagnant
No one deserves to be such a waste of action
Am I different from them all?
Every time he hides under the heavy sound of velvet pain and crises of panic
The only thing he wants, as he grabs it tight, is find his way out
I would never let this happen, for always trapped in my own walls
The tambourine man lies in ambush
The tambourine man lies.
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9. |
Photo Booth
03:16
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Me and you in a photo booth
Paper boats and wild youth, you look good in sky blue
There's no favorite sound I'm immune to
Those ears are saturated, leave your palm is my hand
I swear I don't mind if you don't mind
We're good at nothing else until we run out of time
Me and you in a fancy suit
Bubble wrap and white tape, collecting your paintings
There's no favorite sound to get used to
I think I know you that well, you look good in dark red
I swear I don't mind if you don't mind
We're good at nothing else until we run out of time
Street smart gives every opportunity
Haunted by the soft scent of blue Jasmine
Always rushing and always sharing yawn tears
In the end we're all safe, our decibels are on tape
Our tales are on cassette and we're made of chalk
Inner ears pinned down on the solid ground
With that in mind and with many thousand more distractions
Let's navigate hand in hand at the speed of sound
And there's no doubt that the worst is behind us now
Our tales are on cassette and we're made of chalk
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10. |
Paper Maché
04:27
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Will you tell your old man my sleep's not over yet and his voice is just way too loud
My eyes are dusty, my pillow's on the ground but my hand is too lazy to reach it
The playground was hours away and you were grabbing my back
The wooden horse's broken today, just follow your brother now
Please just stand upright and follow your brother
Why are you running out of line, as this anthemic chorus echoes in you head
Dear boy you're running out of time, hang on tight as you dig the right lines of your hand
Hold your breath and grasp at your path
No one else is here to watch your back
Effusive minds have always been a thorne in my neck
It's killing time to watch the jets flying overhead
I miss the playground it was may more stable than grow ups life
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11. |
The Parade
03:08
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Leave all the seeds aside, they will grow roots and leaves on the rooftop
Lean on the trees and smile, they don't know the first thing about us
You glide when you fix your glasses, when your eyeballs are salt and water
Your lines are a mockery son, but do I know the first thing about prose?
The steamed up mirror now split in half reflected all our mess
It takes some time to stand up as your knees are bowed inwards
The circus is leaving town and my shoelaces are shaking heavy dust
The troubadours danced for us, but they don't know the first thing about joy
Will you pave the way for us? Will you pull on you best friend's heart strings?
You cannot teach me how to share cause you don't know the first thing about love
The sad clown spins in his music box humming his favorite song
He bent his neck and ever since it's hard for him not to blush
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