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Snow
03:42
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Speaking of suffering with the men who would steal you
I tried to speak to your god
She wants nothing to do with you, don’t want to be seen with you
So it is uncalled for advice
And it snows, it snows on long, hey, it snows out loud
Until you go home
Say that all you wanted was two strong arms
You won’t save | the world but do no harm
Say the words you want to hear me say
And then you go on your way
‘Cause you got snow
You got snow
If the girls in those towns to the east don’t respond to you
That’s just one fact of life
They want nothing to do with your rebellions and cheap perfumes
‘Cause they can see you’re not right
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2. |
Pesach
05:11
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I can never work out, what not to say
And I won’t get it right, not today
You say you don’t even know who I am
An empty plate on the table and a knife in your hand
It’s getting close to half past seven
On our own black nine eleven
And it’s always nine eleven
We turn it off, then turn it on, turn it off again
You take the papers leave as you planned
The door it echoes as now you take your stand
You turn and look before you head down the stairs
Your key in the lock now shines like one of her hairs
That's our shadow passing over, giving shelter but no cover
Like I fool myself, you love me more than ever
We turn it off, then turn it on, turn it off again
There’s that music again, like a nail on the floor
So I think I’m walking free, it will trip me up before
So now I lie awake and as the notes all decay
There's a sudden modulation and the world now fades to grey
There’s that music again, like a nail on the floor
So I think I’m walking free, it will trip me up before
And I can’t run away, And I can’t run away...
We turn it off, then turn it on, turn it off again
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3. |
The Trial of John Africa
04:12
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Read this, the African is a hunted man
And now we make our stand, their freedom is a lie
We’re just a dark black crust of vanity
Bred in the pit of hell, we’re ghosts that haunt their minds
So they’re coming for our guns
they’re coming for our steel
They'll tie us to the wheel
Make us beg to be healed
Shut down | Shut down | Shut down | Shut down
Reject their race, their class, their liberty
And that’s how we’ll stay alive, resistance is our shelter
We’re still alive and looking for an answer
Like everything that moves
We want to shape our futures
If their fire don’t take us down
If they don’t burn us to the ground
They’ll force us underground
Making sure we all drown
Shut down | Shut down | Shut down | Shut down
But up above our heads | From high above the clouds
Their bombs are raining down, they’ll call it peace in their town
Shut down | Shut down | Shut down | Shut down
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4. |
Anabasis
03:49
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Working fingers to the bone
My sheets are cold and you are gone this morning
This morning we are dying
And I’m singing till my throat is raw
The boats are out and no one’s shown you’re coming
The threnody is ending
We’re misanthropes in our harems
We piss and choke in our gardens
This city eats its youngest
Like the living strip their playthings
We inhabitants of shallows
We consumers of the hollows
And our rivers float our levees
in the darkness of this melee
We are information blind
We’re inured to all our violence
We’re misanthropes in our harems
We piss and choke in our gardens
In the offices of progress
Besides all the dead and dying
Are new comforters of Job
Blest to be strongest with the weakest
We’re new comforters of Job
Blest with all endings and beginnings
We new comforters of Job
Wrest our survival from the fittest
We’re misanthropes in our harems
We piss and choke in our gardens
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5. |
Mr. Xanax
04:33
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And your friends
Have all upped and gone
Everyone got bored now
And I'm staring at the sky
You know what it's worth to meet a deadline
And I've seen all I wanted and more than that
If I go to your bed now
And you're taking apart and the time's not right
Everyone's an expert
Hey
You can have my time
You paint colours bright
You paint colours so real they're invading my mind
Heart on the floor with my brain in a whirl
And the world's getting more and more unkind
Holding the line
You’re holding the line
And your friends
They're the ones to blame
Every one a flat line
And I feel like I know that the world ain't right
But hey what would you know now?
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6. |
Vik
04:46
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Now I face you
I wanna give you my life
The winds embrace you like
black sands in the night
The seas embrace you
I can't remember your name
and fingers sink into the memories
of the thick sublime
The light is fading from me
I may have had my day
There's nothing left above me but your
sodden rocks and clay
A night is all it took me
To know that you would stay
The daylight takes you from me, this is
This is why I say
Come on and let me strip you down
Right down to the milk and honey. Come on
Though you may not love me
Nothing you can do is wrong
The summer came through
And touched the black of my glove
I sat beside you while you
While you all made love
The flames above you
Shine like cathedral spires
Arise and show you all where
Where the ice melts are
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7. |
Oaxaca
04:01
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We'll not all be missed
Not a little bit
Of all the trucks and ships
We like to reminisce about those times we survived
Sometimes I sleep all night
Like a Jesuit (come to save you)
The dust inside of me, is just a rosary its sunlight under black shrouds
We step on and on into the crowds
Go on, go on, fill your lungs with other worlds
I'm just a little bit of a little bit
When the crisis hits
Washing over like a blanket smothers a child
You cover up the lips to cover up our sins
And surrender to the mist
Like a fresh abyss dissolves in fear of the night
The end times are with us now
These end times are with me now
The end times are with us now
These end times are with us now
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8. |
Ceuta
04:00
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We all want revolutions
But that cars just stuck in the parking bay
So send me your delusions, masses
They're just - one small glitch in a perfect day
They dreamt of making us all beg for our food
And she says - Gimme one more, gimme one more
You're all monkeys drunk on national moods
So I'm taking all the magic away
Gimme one more, gimme one more
Yeh, gimme one small body for the keys of time
Gimme one more, gimme one more, gimme more
What's one more if you ask to be mine
These walls are our solutions
They stop the world from fading away
Into a great confusion where anyone can stake a claim
We dream of making you all scream for a ride
And take you faster than you've ever been in your lives
We can't prepare you for the day you arrive
That's when we take your papers away
Gimme one more, gimme one more
Yeh, gimme one small body for the keys of time
Gimme one more, gimme one more, gimme more
What's one more if you ask to be mine
This way, this way to endanger your lives
These four walls survive
This way, this way to endanger your lives
These four walls survive
Gimme one more, gimme one more
Yeh, gimme one small body for the keys of time
Gimme one more, gimme one more, gimme more
What's one more if you ask to be mine
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9. |
Jurmala
07:46
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I take the coffee from the side
Sit down and, maybe, take your time
The pines give way to the scent of heather
We sing the songs we know in the cold damp weather
We stop the car by the side of the road
And take the time to kiss, maybe maybe reminiscence
And here on in it’s just one long drift
This road is marked with turnings missed
And I feel like a traveller lost in time
Just stick to paths you know what you know is what you know
I’m a child alone in Columbine
These decisions made, they’re always made too late for today
I know eventually the light will fade away
This moonlight strips the towns to one
The city forms the shape of-an-atom-bomb
And you and I know it won’t get much better
So we sing the songs we know in the cold damp weather
You and I know if won’t get much better than this
So take the time to kiss watch the shows we missed
Here on in it’s all just one long drift
In the stench of the damp creeping under the autumn mist
And I feel like a traveller lost in time
Just stick to paths you know what you know is what you know
I’m a child alone in Columbine
These decisions made, they’re always made too late for today
I know eventually the light will fade away
They take, take, take take, take, take, take, take away
And today you are low
Switch off the headlights
Step onto the white line
Turn off the night lights
Step over the white line
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The Peripheries Bologna, Italy
Wiz - voice
Udo - bass
Flaminia - the monster from the north
Giorgia - visuals
Morgana - beats, tailoring
Arnar - guitars, keys, voice
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