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Indigo Sky
07:12
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Silvertone roses
Tall grass dances
Chestnut trees reaching
Towards heaven
Wake up little darling
It's time to take off
time to go
Look at me I'm flying
Look at me feet are lifting off the ground
Look at me - slipping out of the silver lining towards the pale moonlight
Soaring over tree tops
Circling over mountains
Hitchhiking through thin air I'm floating higher and higher
Look at me
Landing in landscapes all inside your memories
Blue faces disappearing
Look at me wide eyed girl from neverland
Frail old woman with shaking hands
All this disappears and before me only horizon
Look at me sailing through an atmosphere
Look at me wading in coloured waters
Look at me swimming into the past
Look at me - like I'm landing on the moon
Just like a puppet on tangled elastic strings
Wooden face, stingy fingers, touching and searching for features the eye doesn't see
It's human faces lost in distant memory
Look at me - worried eyes in corridors
Black and white pictures on the floor
All this disappears and horizons are all that I see through these eyes, through these glances
Reaching for someone I met before
A long long time ago his name escapes my memory
but I hear his song
I hear his calling his pain his loneliness
His velvet sky his purple ocean far far away
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Calling
Calling
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2. |
Boy Wonder
04:53
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My boy wonder
Is really different
In unfamiliar places
Makes people ponder
He rides no bike his shoes are all new
He calls out in a subtle voice
for trains and cars and toys
My boy wonder
My boy wonder
Is like a fairy tale
His small and broken body
Is soft and beautiful
The sparkle in him keep us dreaming
The light in his blue eyes keeps me believing
My boy wonder
Pale Moon Lady
When the dark night slows down in your sleep
And you pass into dreaming that's when she'll be coming
Car driving by leaves a spray of small droplets
from the dirty pavement on the left side of her coat
She passes through crowds of people
shopping bags, dog leashes, perfume and cigarette smoke
Peeled off nail polish lights up pink in the sleeves of the trench coat of this bird-like woman
She's a daughter, sister, cousin, she's a grandmother, cousin
Baby, darling, honey, tramp, superstitious lady
And the tide is coming
And the rain is falling
And the dreams are fading
into misty grey clouds in the meadow
Please help me I'm falling
Safe under someones merciful care
Blue her eyes, yellow her hair
Sad goodbyes rushing out and your mind has a will to follow
Comfort your own, cherish your gold
Open your door and never grow old
Put a knife to your chest and lift your own spirit higher
She comes in with wet clothes dripping on the rug
and she left at brown packet on the table in the hallway
brilliant bodies mirrored in a forest pool like pale innocent eyes looking at her face
And the sails are all ragged and rimmed by rust
I can't reach out when you're lacking trust
I run too fast but I don't feel just to be going
Smitten by lust lovesick and dry
Dark, dark nights in a Romeo-sky
Called on the wild, but never to show any mercy
Rotten teeth pressed against pale white skin
With the strength of the damned he pushes her in
Snake tongue moving in circles all over her body
By the grove of trees there's a black fish pond
The surface is broken, they fall to the ground
He sets for the kill and drops her in the muddy water
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3. |
Pale Moon Lady
06:05
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When the dark night slows down in your sleep
And you pass into dreaming that's when she'll be coming
Car driving by leaves a spray of small droplets
from the dirty pavement on the left side of her coat
She passes through crowds of people
shopping bags, dog leashes, perfume and cigarette smoke
Peeled off nail polish lights up pink in the sleeves of the trench coat of this bird-like woman
She's a daughter, sister, cousin, she's a grandmother, cousin
Baby, darling, honey, tramp, superstitious lady
And the tide is coming
And the rain is falling
And the dreams are fading
into misty grey clouds in the meadow
Please help me I'm falling
Safe under someones merciful care
Blue her eyes, yellow her hair
Sad goodbyes rushing out and your mind has a will to follow
Comfort your own, cherish your gold
Open your door and never grow old
Put a knife to your chest and lift your own spirit higher
She comes in with wet clothes dripping on the rug
and she left at brown packet on the table in the hallway
brilliant bodies mirrored in a forest pool like pale innocent eyes looking at her face
And the sails are all ragged and rimmed by rust
I can't reach out when you're lacking trust
I run too fast but I don't feel just to be going
Smitten by lust lovesick and dry
Dark, dark nights in a Romeo-sky
Called on the wild, but never to show any mercy
Rotten teeth pressed against pale white skin
With the strength of the damned he pushes her in
Snake tongue moving in circles all over her body
By the grove of trees there's a black fish pond
The surface is broken, they fall to the ground
He sets for the kill and drops her in the muddy water
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Morphia
05:34
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Oh it's so painful to touch the ground
Crystal blue eyes - winter tear
City so bright - air so clear
Float like a boat no worries no care
Drifting ashore no matter where
Rough and bumpy I close my eyes
Disappear in the dark and listen to lies
Open my eyes only to see you
Drag me to the shore, see me through
In forgetful vapors lying still
No turning heads no unpaid bills
In starry summer twilight hours
Stay - stay a while
Morphia valium, vitamin C
Flow down the river, lifting me
Meaningless days and sedated nights
No stars in the sky only city lights
Oblivion is a forceful lover
My own will a reluctant tower
Giving in and get away
in heather hidden where I lay
My head so buzzed and highly numb
Untill thy blissful sleep will come
A hopeful host of ghosts parade
A spirit choir serenades
A cool enchantment - one - two - three
Is hovering in front of me
I wave my hand in dizziness
Confused by all this business
I'll sing my own sweet lullaby
I'll sing my own sweet lullaby
I'll sing my own sweet lullaby
But now is not the time to die
To the Shore
(Le Bon, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor, Rhodes)
When your nine day feed is up
And you've drained your loving cup
Come stands reeling to the shore
When the brave are coming out
The dry fight and the dusty shout
See you crawling on the floor
And diamond stars shine glitter bright
Gorging your sanhedralite
Words are falling to the floor
Glands stand pouring fruit tree
Now they glisten on the waterline
See how you are at the shore
I'm moving Chrissie pretty flowers in the shutter maze
Haul up all your petty desires
Leave them lying down before
Wash away the rusty disease
Of your brown town days in our silver sea
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5. |
To the Shore
04:39
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When your nine day feed is up
And you've drained your loving cup
Come stands reeling to the shore
When the brave are coming out
The dry fight and the dusty shout
See you crawling on the floor
And diamond stars shine glitter bright
Gorging your sanhedralite
Words are falling to the floor
Glands stand pouring fruit tree
Now they glisten on the waterline
See how you are at the shore
I'm moving Chrissie pretty flowers in the shutter maze
Haul up all your petty desires
Leave them lying down before
Wash away the rusty disease
Of your brown town days in our silver sea
Leave it dying at the door
Feather yellow your time to leave
Open out your arms and breathe
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6. |
The other Side
04:01
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Johnny got up from his bedroom floor
He packed a bag and headed for the door
A hollow blackness deep inside his mind
A violent drumbeat on the city-line
Cathy had a silence in her head
A numbing nothing drove her out of bed
She left her keys and walked out into the night
She put her headphones on and drove out of sight
She said turn it on in a rain storm
Turn it on tonight
Take me into the raincloud
And to the other side the other side
Footsteps walking slowly through the sand
Glances skin and bones and lovers hands
A unity and two hearts beat as one
The love of fear itself is life begun
She said turn it on in a rain storm
Turn it on tonight
Take me into the raincloud
And to the other side the other side
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7. |
No Stranger
04:44
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Nightfall at a windy shoreline
Present shadows blown away
By stars - a million of them
Whispers in a strangers voice
As a new day breaks
Under winter coats
And silent
Touches like second skin
Move your eyes and move your ways
Tomorrow we'll be walking down
In times and places
Of the wired railroad fences
The truth is dangerous
But don't pretend not to listen
Don't go changing and don't go missing
Hold on to the way things are
The thrill of losing all you have
Is beautiful and dangerous
When you wake up
Kisses beautiful
When you wake up
Your lips
Are softer than they seem
At first sight
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Troln Copenhagen, Denmark
Trolns musik er dystopisk og mørk, men med håb om mening og kærlighed – en søgen efter skønhed, skrøbelighed og styrke i sjælens mørke nat såvel som i den neonbelyste by. Kvartettens udgangspunkter spænder fra klassisk over flamenco til electronica og punk og mødes i en unik musikalsk symbiose i det, vi kalder cinematic slow. ... more
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