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Ciest To Lie
03:13
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When voices speak your destitute. And pretty faces leave no clues, when your eye are wide shut.
We'd be fools not to ride this endless chance in time.
If I were you, I'd cease to lie under such fraudulent skies. I hope that you can loosen up.
Anything that anyone has ever said is not enough. So choose to trust.
Oh choose to live or die, lust for life it's all been given time. And time again.
Un-named with no such fate, after all why take the names of the friends and foes. When the man who had it right was mumbo-jumbo.
Whoa oh
Letters are conquered, as success from the others are collecting no barriers.
Those still tied strong to those who've come and those who have long gone.
The ripples from fathers and the fighting are praying . They don't become monsters, all others have answers.
Still standing are all of the cures and the cancers, the fruits of leisure and the last living measures.
The meantime is colliding and breaking to wake up, to seize themselves and the love that they're staking.
Allowing blues to be howled, but not from your treasures turned foul. But the soul you've found.
Whoa oh
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2. |
Culture
02:57
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This city burned my culture, so I left it in a shack.
Then I became a traveller, there aint no turning back.
Told her I loved her, as she slept there. She Woke up in a storm.
She went on and wrote me a letter. In morning I wanted more.
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IRL
04:07
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I've been thinking about the past, and if we'll ever meet again
I wonder if we'll grow up be married and have children
I hate the god-damn future, I hear it knocking on my door
though I'd like to know right now, just exactly what's in store
for me
and you could be something, something better than before
Does that even possibly exist, I thought we had it all
Do you believe in Heaven, yeah I never could real tell
cause you walked around with bibles while cursing me to hell
(you and your god-damn hell -- You and You never could real tell)
I don't mind swimmin' upstream, until the river runs dry
Just one thing to do -- just lay on my side
Hope for rain clouds to form in the sky
Cause if they don't come, I surely will die... well
At the end of the day we're all just trying to survive
Think about it baby, do you really watch the news?
I think I'm going crazy, trying to figure out you
Maybe in a good dream, we could be the best of teams
Baby, can't you tell... maybe in a dream, maybe IRL
Maybe in a dream maybe IRL
I don't mind swimmin' upstream, until the river runs dry
Just one thing to do -- just lay on my side
Hope for rain clouds to form in the sky
Cause if they don't come, I surely will die... well
At the end of the day we're all just trying to survive
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4. |
Per Kua
03:22
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Woke up last night, to get out of bed. Take off my shoes and get back into it.
Yesterday come with the meaning of life, surrounded by explosions. I came and conquered strife.
Took a few jumps, they tried to wake me up. But I was reflecting the death of resurrection.
They tried to wake me up and give it all, but I was up on top of living and bound to fall.
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When I wake up it's dark.
It's dark, when I go home.
Spend my days on icy roads. All the people get up, figure where to go. Figure where to go.
The world was created, and it must be destroyed.
I was born a little baby, and I'll go back to the void.
Did you really need to know this, I lost myself at five.
In account of all this time spent, the answers still yet to find.
I've lucked out, let down, walked out and melt down.
Manned up, shelled out, shut up and got out.
I don't know how to stop until I am finished.
Listened to the longing of crumbling sinners.
I don't know how to stop until I am finished.
Listened to the longing of crumbling sinners.
A crater sized shadow becomes later'd as it follows. Let it burn.
belonging to fossils, light the lit up currents; a currency undetermined.
Ignited and reborn, my incognito wishes to to stake out the pieces. Totem pole advertisements.
Collecting the heads of business men, to fall out and make room for new friends.
I don't know how to stop until I am finished.
Listened to the longing of crumbling sinners.
I don't know how to stop until I am finished.
Listened to the longing of crumbling sinners.
When I wake up it's dark.
I dark, when I go home.
Spend my days on icy roads. All the people get up, figure where to go. Figure where to go.
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6. |
In V Reality
03:41
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I like you make believe you've got it out for me
It keeps me inside, bloated and pasty
It keeps me awake, in V reality
I used to make a point now I'm so dull
why live and live at all
I like to change the scenes, swap em by any means
It keeps me alive with a sense of normality
Lost on the lake of pure generosity
I used to make a point now I'm so dull
why live and live at all
In the spring, we're like the ice
we break up, we break up
And in the summer, it's all nice
we're like the trees, we get together
We're like the trees
we're like the birds and we're like the bees
We get together
And she came to me and said,
"I'm not the one that you wanted in the first place,
I was the back up, but baby I'm backed up now
so where you going now?"
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7. |
Machine
04:23
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I'm a midnight creature sleeping by the lakeside shore.
Strangers passing by don't realize, they know much more.
Mind is quicker than is mouth and if I can't do it here, go south. Strongly be without you self of sense.
Colliding injuries and bending altitudes, if not for you. Then who is really seeing without seeking.
This hood rich mine shaft is deep as hell. Along with some things without nothing. Bearing beastly beauty, like nonesuch else.
Holy gold it's better than back bone, throw out the T bone. Let's all get stoned.
And if we go on down the road it'll be my home.
And if we go on down the road it'll be my home.
And if we go on down the road it'll be my home.
And if we go on down the road it'll be my home.
Roll up in machine, it'll swallow you up and you'll be living in a hole that you dug yourself. With dimensions for a king, all covered in dirt.
And if no ands or ifs or buts, show up. Then remember your home, with a fiery lust.
So, let us all try. Let us all try. Let us all try. Let us all try. Let us all try.
Well, we're all on trial.
And if we go on down the road it'll be my home.
And if we go on down the road it'll be my home.
And if we go on down the road it'll be my home.
And if we go on down the road it'll be my home.
And if I dig, myself a hole it will be my own. And if I dig myself a hole it'll be my own.
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8. |
The Hunter
04:44
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Pitter patter, are you the answer. On the corner begging for heat again.
Bitter battles, break up the dancers. No idea, of what's become my friend.
You gave her something special. She said she'd wish you well.
When you stood still you could tell. She spoke her part of old spells.
Locked in the tone of her voice. I say now I had no choice.
Backed up a lot you'd walk and talk the talk a correlating thought.
Dig up decisions mass spent. Spelling out, spitting again.
I'm sitting on the edge. I'm etching cons on the fence.
This marvel mashed through the flood. It cam as clear as the mud.
Clearly I saw not as I could. I carved it out of the wood.
Cause I like you and you like me too.
Dress up, dress down. Locked in.
The part pumped up while going down.
In our futures, we'll see disaster.
Seep up, rain down. Blowing. From all around.
All because we won`t come to see it, with just a bit of soul.
I`ve been out all night a speaking, a little bit of gibberish.
Well now I`ve been a teaching, on the test.
Whoa oh.
Silence holds the symptoms. Beneath the wasty way.
And even though I missed the silence. I`ll be on my way.
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9. |
Hold Up
02:59
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Hold up, you'll be fine. Open up and let your mind.
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Erebus & Terror Yellowknife, Northwest Territories
With their NWT roots they brew an upbeat and urgent sound, ballads seen through the eyes of the northern young and hungry.
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