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landscapes
03:25
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The concrete castles ‘round your head
The bridge in the night like a spine
The faces in trains like hams
The houses swallowed in flames
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circle rides
04:19
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I’ve been moving around
In my circle rides
My circle rides
I’ve been tryin’ to find
My circle rides
I could travel around
Sitting on a train
And holding your hand
I could be watchin’ the ground
In my circle rides
But I’m carrying the rope
On the back of my neck
And it takes me high
While I’m riding the sky
In my circle rides
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3. |
liminal phase
04:01
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The city lights are reflecting in my room
Invoking all the things that I’ve been through
I could go to Brazil now and I could change my name and my face
But it would be the same with all the sorrow and disgrace
After the liminal phase done now
I want to embrace you, love
There’s nothing to be lost but
Bonds of the time
Tired of running I just dig where I stand
I’m not hiding the desert and ain’t got no other plans
Than discovering all the damage that was done
And leak like a sand-clock on the under side of the ground
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4. |
beware
03:36
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Beware, take care,
Try not to get lost in-between
San Francisco & Tangier
Anushka had to spill the oil (so it goes)
And you rather took the ticket (none to blame)
With one foot on a slippery ground
And the other on the plane
Beware, take care,
Try not to get lost in-between
San Francisco & Tangier
I know it must be hard
But you’ve picked your way -
Reading French symbolists by night
And saving lives by day
I know it must be confusing
Lyin’ in no man’s land
Beware, take care,
Try not to get lost in-between
San Francisco & Tangier
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5. |
saviour
04:07
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I am the Father
I am the Son
And the Holy Ghost
To everyone but you
Can you hear me knocking?
Can you hear me stepping on your toe?
Can you hear me knocking?
Can you feel me tearing off your cloths?
I am the Helper
I am the Healer
I am the Saviour
To everyone but you
Never saw your face
Never saw your face
In the angry mob
Never saw your face
Never shed a tear
For the angry mob
If you try to break it
Well, it’s all right now
If you try to fake it
Well, it’s all right now
I’m not mistaken
Well, it’s all right now
If you think I’m too slow
Darling don’t have to go
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6. |
black market baby
03:16
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I’ve got 50 clocks
Closet full of tax-free clothes
I’ve brought it from behind the wall
Down bellow the parking lot
Bathroom full of razorblades
Fake perfumes and stolen shades
Even wigs and Hungarian cheese
Anything in order to please
Black market baby
Buyin’ stuff I don’t need
Just to find a reason to meet
Sweet little angel sitting on a concrete
Selling capers in the street
Black market baby
I’ve spared all the sweet-talks long before,
For brainless bitches in fancy clothes
But this time I don’t know how to begin
‘Cause this time seems to be for real
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7. |
perfect harmony
04:46
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In every single city, in every single town
Hear cries for forgiveness - such a thunderous sound
Outside every cave every soul is lost (‘lone)
We’re coming in millions waiting to be reborn
In every single home
Every single heart
Beneath every sheet
And after every start …
On each other’s back we cling like mad monkeys
Well, what did you expect?
When one leaves, everyone leaves in such a hurry
We should gather our mirrors and point them to the stars
And follow the trail shown to us behind these bars
In every single home
Every single heart
Beneath every sheet
And after every start …
There’s a room for us
A place for you and me
Just one breath away
Will be the perfect harmony …
In every single city, in every single town
Hear cries for forgiveness - such a thunderous sound
Outside every cave every soul is lost (‘lone)
We’re coming in millions waiting to be reborn
In every single home
Every single heart
Beneath every sheet
And after every start …
There’s a room for us
A place for you and me
Just one breath away
Will be the perfect harmony …
There’s a room for us
- In every single home
A place for you and me
- In every single heart
Just one breath away
- Beneath every sheet
A perfect harmony …
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8. |
look around
04:02
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Shelly shadows all around
And none of them ain’t right
Abandoned places, and empty spaces
By the uniformed moon
Looks like the game is over for so long
And there ain’t no Bible to improve the score
Look around
Look around
And feel the sound
Look around
And feel the sound feel the sound
Longin’ for my deepest fall
I’ve slipped through the closest door
Your lipstick traces and red dresses
All over the floor
Then I saw you standing there alone
Like goddamn hooker leaned by the wall
Look around
Look around
And feel the sound
Look around
And feel the sound feel the sound
Each tunnel’s like carousel
And man can enter anywhere
Exposed secrets, and fading clichés
On a tremblin’ ground
Then I saw you wandering alone
Like poor lost soul down on the shore
Look around
Look around
And feel the sound
Look around
And feel the sound feel the sound
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I’ll rent a house for the bitches and preachers
I’ll lock ‘em down and I’ll set the fire
And I’ll ride again and again
Through the fields of desire
It’s a death drive
Death drive
You’re not the one who count my mistakes
But you have no mercy for the lames
Hey, little demon, are you coming with me?
It’s a hurricane
Tearin’ your shirt, tryin’ to catch some air
Rippin’ my skin so I could take you fair
Look, love, there’s a change in the sky
Who still cares for the broken hearts?
It’s a hurricane
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10. |
lullaby (live @ studio)
04:26
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In a minute
Before you go to sleep
Young lovers will arise
From the tombs of the past
Waiting in vain
Just whispering
You’re safe
In a minute
Before you go to sleep
Shadows from the walls
That surround us from within
And the ghosts of dead beauty queens
Will helplessly say
You’re safe
In a minute
Before you go to sleep
And knights of your childhood
And handsome man from upstairs
And memories that always drip blood
And posters of forgotten pop stars
They’ll all be gathering and chanting
You’re safe.
But I’m at your pillow
And I stand guard
Almost romantic figure
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I’ll call up for the messenger
To send you up my bones
Ain’t got no place I’m goin’ to
Ain’t got no place that I could call it a home (No!)
Sometimes we make troubles
Pullin’ down the line
And it hurts somewhere deep inside
And we’re leavin’ all the precious people around
Baby, you come cryin’
You ain’t got no reason why
I know it hurts somewhere deep inside
But tomorrow is canceled
Due to lack of alibi
(Hey!)
Tomorrow is canceled
Due to lack of alibi
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