1. |
Bringing Back The Tigers
04:25
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We are so privileged that
We can call the shots,
And we can help the poor,
And we can fear our ghosts.
And so we roll over.
And the plastic, the oil, the gold.
And the plastic, the oil, the gold.
Then they brought their state commands,
And they brought the signed paper art.
Now they are the seers,
They can see the judgement day.
And we follow, so we follow
To the edge, to the edge…hollow.
They are bringing back the tigers.
They are bringing back the tigers.
(I’m elated, I’m elated, I’m elated,
Stuffed and shredded)
(I’m elated, I’m elated, I’m elated,
I’m stuffed,
Jaded)
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2. |
Where You Been?
05:49
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Narrow lane, can you walk with me?
Or drive your vehicle in a field of green?
While my eyes are fixed on a solid state drive.
And you are on the other side.
Where you been?
Where you been?
I ask you, “where is my green’’?
And your answer was of yellow and grey.
While I call myself an android,
My words are typed on the screen.
Release, release…
Walking, talking…
Colours, colours…
Where you been?
Where you been?
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3. |
Nostradamus
11:54
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I am Nostradamus,
I am the seer.
I hold the tomorrow
And the unseen future.
I walk the earth,
Ants and worms.
I breathe air,
Vapours bronze.
I have machines
In my head,
Over clouds,
In the mountains.
I hold the world,
Underneath the sun,
Stealing its shine,
Muting every wonder.
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You dropped by my side,
Looking for a ride.
Kind of illusion,
You were right.
You hold on, lost innocence.
Cold, folder unlocked.
You clear your hands,
Lots and lots of worms.
I drove the black horse.
Clear cold water.
I stay in a fantasy land,
Still weaving…
Can’t stop the summer wave,
It’s hot in the air.
Hold… Lost…
Cold, folder unlocked.
Boats will come…
Boats will come…
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Try…
Try…
Try to run away from your tombstone.
Hide away,
Hide away from your own.
Try…
Try to run away from your storm.
Hide away,
Hide away from your own.
Hey!
Can you see me standing out there?
Ride it to control.
Hear me speak? (In your own)
Try and reach out, from the radio chaos.
Run! If you try not to hide from your own.
Try, you have to try.
To run away from the storm.
Try, hide away from your own.
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6. |
White Light
04:43
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Oh! So silent the world around me.
Oh! So beautiful the colours.
Oh! I am so myself, Oh! I’m so myself.
Or is this my messed up mind?
Or the rainbow eyes?
Or the funky heartbeat?
Or is it me?
Oh! It’s blur, it’s blur, it’s blur.
Where is it? Where is it? Where?
I’m losing it, I’m losing it,
Please find the pill, find the pill,
Find my breath.
My breath, please find my breath.
My chest is a concrete wall,
My lungs are used condoms.
The walls have melted,
I’d seen it once,
From above, lying down.
And I felt so light then,
So light then.
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me.
Hold my hand, hold my hand.
No, no, the evil tempo.
It’s bursting out, bursting out,
Bursting out.
Where’s the key?
Where’s the key to my freedom?
Why don’t you tell me?
Why don’t you tell me?
Why don’t you tell me?
Tell me the truth.
And I’d seen the white light.
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7. |
Ventilator
05:28
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Green, white are the colours in sight.
The glazed tiles and oxygen masks.
The hall filled with all the quarks,
In the field of crazy thoughts.
She had to wait till 4,
The boy had to fly.
Science is so evolved.
Fake few feelings dissolved.
Hold on for few hours
When you are brain dead.
She had to wait till 4,
The boy had to fly.
It’s so black, so black and known.
It’s so known, was unknown,
Was unknown.
And I flow, And l flow…
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8. |
Prefix
03:22
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Hey!
My friend,
Why you leave now?
Don’t you think
We should sing a song now?
Here I come
With a new past;
Here I come,
Bring out that old guitar.
(Sing a song, sing a song)
Feelings on canvas;
(Sing a song, sing a song)
Few blue lines.
Four shoulders
Did you need?
Don’t go away,
I’m in the reeds.
Souls will make love…
It’s not easy to shed a tear…
I’m waiting on the other side…
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9. |
Redemption
03:49
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