1. |
Carousel
03:50
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Sunrise found you
Sleeping alone
trapped under all that you are
All of your demons
have regular meetings
sit around on cold plastic chairs
Your carousel of best friends
drop outs and dead ends
All on a ride never ends
All wooden horses
black eyes, paint faded
wait for the next one in line
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2. |
An Invitation
03:42
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Well its your fathers name
on the gates of the factory
A rich boy slums round Europe
with a book on ancient history
and all your friends
theyve armed themselves so well
believ half of what they tell you
and less of what they sell
But i remember when they bored you
So it came as no surprise
That you ended up
dancing at their party in disguise
dancing at their party in disguise
You keep your pain captive
'til it moans and it stutters
history taps the window
with a pair of bolt cutters
so let the sun beat down
on the necks of the workers
who built your tower so high
with a view of the circus
But i remember when they bored you
So it came as no surprise
That you ended up
A shiny thing that glistens in their eyes
But i remember when they bored you
So it came as no surprise
That you ended up
A firework in bright summer skies
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3. |
All my wishes
03:00
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4. |
The ten o'clock horses
04:29
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It's the kind of cold
That cuts like a razor
ansd keeps all the sane ones indoors
the only ones left on the streets tonight
are fools and drunks, old scores
and i freely admit I've been one or two
sometimes even more
There are animal tracks in the snow
bigger than a dog or cat you know
and all those things you hide away
won't wash away
It's the kind of word
that cuts like a surgeon
spoken out loud
by the lost and damned
and I freely admit
I spoke myself
it was sometimes even planned
Theres a buxzzing sound in the air
when something dies or was never there
and all those things you hide away
can't wash away
cant wash away
The silence between wprds is like
the cotton
that seperates skin from skin
the silence between words is like a guard
in a booth
on the borderline
he's waiting for an enemy
waiting for some action
like you wait for your saviour
like I wait
for the kind of girl
who makes a believer
from all those boys
who fucked up church
and I can see them standing in line
they've got something
missing
from their eyes
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5. |
If.
06:02
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6. |
Straight green lines
03:40
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When I first saw you it was
Firechains
When I first saw you it was
Amsterdam
So come on over
come on
When I first saw that tattoo
straight green lines
When I first saw that tattoo
It was winter time
So come on over
Come on
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7. |
Lessons learned
02:55
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8. |
Wasted sun
04:01
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Well the towns on the banks of the river
have fallen to disrepair
and on the bridge that separates this city I could swear
that i saw you standing there
and oh you had fire
oh you had fire in your eyes
I could hide this year's murders
under the acres of snow
and were it not for the sun that comes in spring
none of you would ever even know
That once they had fire
oh they had fire in your eyes
But I am the bed
you'll never sleep in sober
a word too far away from the tip of your tongue
so pass that here
pas that here while we're young
I'm taking back from the gamblers
all their magic cards and dice
give them back the edge that they lost the first time
they ever took my advice
And I'll put back fire
I'll put back fire in their eyes
and this one goes to the widow
who's glad to fianlly be alone
relishing all the silence that comes
from a house of singing bones
but once she had fire
oh she had fire in her eyes
But I am the bed
you'll never sleep in sober
a word too far away from the tip of your tongue
so pass that here
pas that here while we're young
and I was your wasted son
crawling so far behind you
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9. |
Becoming
02:54
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10. |
25th
04:47
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you were born
under the radar
in the last years
of the war
now there are shutters
all around your eyes
Neither of us know what they're for
You looked at the face
on the watch of the drowned man
so smooth
so clean and so white
you could not tell me
where the hands had stopped
after noon or
after midnight
but you don't look around lke you used to
oh what became of you?
So now I look
through brand new eyes
at these walls
so crimson and sour
waited so long to make my stand
oh whats another half an hour
So I close my eyes
steady my hand
turn my mouth into the trigger
an intake of breath
one more small death
as the room
and the world
get bigger
and you won't look at me like you used to
Oh whats a man to do?
all those things change
no matter what you say
or what you want them to do
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11. |
85B
03:49
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12. |
Starting fires
03:50
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The south of the city spreads out like a bruise.
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