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Intro
01:40
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A half-truth, I’m so distant
No one is that persistent
Then you in your non-valid arguments.
Light, you see my reflection
Dark, I need more attention.
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2. |
Bad News
02:49
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Hot steam and hazy mirrors,
Low ceilings broken layers
You should call me up when I’m feeling down.
Kneel, head low on the floor,
Bow in front of fear and moan
You should call me up when I’m feeling down.
Lock it up we’ll see how you’re standing,
Untangling words and not pretending,
Suppress it all but I know everything.
My crude mouth drank a glass of euphoria,
My guts are full of buzz,
Full of bad news to say and this tragedy so well played.
Lock it up we’ll see how you’re standing,
untangling words and not pretending,
suppress it all but I know everything.
Lock it up we’ll see how you’re standing,
Right at the edge of the tall building,
Not knowing where to go,
Sell me out, your
Fragile soul’s staying clean, having rest,
Buried in my bed, facing death.
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3. |
Portraits
05:43
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Cut the rope
A hammer across your head
We slip then we fall into unconsciousness.
The traps have been placed
Set out unknowingly
We’re tracking them while asleep, laced.
Portraits of who we are
Patterns of youthless years
Lungful of lies
In an alley of leafless trees.
And I’m afraid of what will happen next
Exceeding lines
Our foreheads pressed.
Taken by wind
My listing with
Reasons why we
Would never dream.
Numb all over our bodies
Our bones feel so cold
Stuck in the mud, been through hell
It pays of in the end.
Portraits of who we are
Patterns of youthless years
Lungful of lies
In an alley of leafless trees.
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4. |
Altitude Sickness
03:47
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There’s not enough space in the skies for
Your love
Isn’t empty like mine.
No room for emptiness, altitude sickness,
You were flying high above me.
Shadows in black leather jackets towards us,
We will surely meet at the funeral of ours.
Say it when you’re ready and honest enough,
Or leave it unpronounced, I recall.
I’m deceiving your patience
Breathing thickens the infinite amongst
Weakness and anxiety you left in me.
Blessed solitude alone in your name
I cursed along with the woes and the pain,
That stay with you.
Say it when you’re ready and honest enough,
Or leave it unpronounced, I recall.
(Say it when you’re ready and honest enough,
Or leave it unpronounced, I recall.)
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5. |
Night Shift
04:08
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Tonight, the streetlamps will tell you about me
And my sorrowful heart, that I’m selfish and sorry
I’m the cold surrounding you
Coming back from the night shift.
Being pretty pathetic, walking around your house
In the pouring rain at 4 AM, soothe me the quietness –
My hair is soaking wet, a taxicab splashing the pavement
What’s more romantic?
Hold me tight
When I die
Eventually die.
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6. |
Someone's at the Door
02:59
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Someone’s at the door,
Someone’s at the door, I can’t
Ignore your trembling voice.
Someone’s at the door,
Someone’s at the door, I can’t
Ignore your cold hands underneath my coat.
Someone’s at the door.
Don’t want you to let them in
So, leave the damn door closed
No, I won’t share a bit,
I’ll keep you treasured
I’ll keep you treasured.
Someone’s in the way,
Someone’s in the way, I am
Betrayed, it won’t feel the same.
Someone’s in the way.
We’ve been living in this
Chaos communication
Stuck in the pure despair,
It’s all roughly measured.
(We’re all over now, we’re not holy now)
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7. |
Old Bones
06:00
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I’ve traded my soul for a bag full of plastic,
Now I flicker in the wind, dust-coated,
Looking out for drafty places.
So grab me, throw me out the car,
Into the ditch as you drive fast in the snow,
To run away from making old bones.
This has to be a litany! A prayer for my cold-hearted,
Sober lust.
‘Cause I’m all worn out,
Oh I’m all worn out.
Cauterize my skin,
With the echoed dullen darkness,
Till it scatters around
Choke up, don’t rush –
It’ll pierce your lungs,
Spit out what’s left, nothing much.
‘Cause I’m all worn out,
Oh I’m all worn out.
We ain’t never gonna make old bones,
Ain’t never gonna make old bones,
You’re lead astray, so let go
‘Cause we ain't never gonna make old bones.
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8. |
The Way the World Spins
06:00
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I wonder if the world spins the right way,
Perhaps shutting it down, pulling the plug would do the thing,
Sustain the day, a made-up routine we follow so that we stay safe.
I dare you to hold on your wondrous hope, your hope.
I wonder if I ever get through this,
Roll down the blinds, draw the curtains and let me sleep,
Sustain the day, I might never wake up again.
I left a bloodstain and a note on the porch and disappeared.
There’s poison and whiskey on my breath, cut the vein open.
I dare you to face this tidal wave,
I got swept away.
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9. |
Deep Six
03:09
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A devil ventures up through your mouth,
Spoiling the pleasures,
Drowning me out, and the ruthless sound
Tries to stop this stream of hatred and lies,
Choke up on our barren love,
It’s plain and wistful
Reunited, then killed by God.
As I turned away, you’ve found a new one to get around,
To crush your skull
I hope it’s worth the hunger you can’t overcome.
And I’m fistful of self-pity
I throw it like dust, in your eyes, in your face,
The rugged face,
Is it out to get me?
Six feet under the ground.
Witty and toxic man on the other side of the road,
Blinded by the traffic lights,
With a new one in his arms.
He’s proud, unhappy
Lonely when I’m more than weak.
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Yasmina Melliti Czechia
Praha/Uherské Hradiště, Czech Republic
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