1. |
Twin
05:17
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Vague memories
In the narrow streets of Lausanne
We ran through red to the park and we swam
Train tracks screaming in the dead of night
Hard city light tends to swallow you whole
Faint memories, corrugated hindsight
Same few words and same thing repeating
Plastic flowers cast across the tarmac
Dogs in the ditches full eyes from the fumes
Oh what empty hours you keep
The waiting isn’t hard it’s the let down of the words you speak
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will we are strangers still
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will we are strangers still
Old enemies in the empty streets of Lausanne
Under glare of a questioning moon
Gather dust and guilty time for this
Oh lover I know how it feels
Trees evergreen blinking in the car lights
Took ourselves west somehow passing the time
Fever dreaming in an empty pool high walled and blue
Pull us out of it sometime soon
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will we are strangers still
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will we are strangers still
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will we are strangers still
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2. |
For a Time
04:25
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Lilacs on the porch and the naked trees dripping
Amber leaves soaking right through to my bare skin
Great, grey river, carving out a deep rut
Fields leeching down through the darkened mud
Gather on the gravel, watch the windows smoke fill
Alarm sharp carving up a deep sleep with it
Rosettes round the door frame, 20 years hanging
Jaws of gold teeth in the light they are glinting
London sun, burning our skin
Dazed with the heat of repeating the same thing
London sun, burning our skin
Want for a time where we never had been
Miss it the odd time but somehow things have changed
Neighbour’s swimming pool with a rope swing to it
Suffocating smell of the chlorine in it
Eucalyptus bark with our teeth we were tearing
Pulling at a thread of a time worth forgetting
Dinner bell rings out a waiting game
Came for familiar, left for the same
Years of watercolours, burning in the garden
Door slam last word one more for the road
London sun, burning our skin
Dazed with the heat of repeating the same thing
London sun, burning our skin
Want for a time where we never had been
London sun, burning our skin
Dazed with the heat of repeating the same thing
London sun, burning our skin
Want for a time where we never had been
Miss you the odd time but somehow things have changed
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3. |
Mannequin
06:40
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Might have been otherwise
I think of it sometimes
The ritual, the give and take
Mirrored in the things we say
Fuschia burns a summer road
Asphalt melts as we watch
Absence can you feel it on your skin
Porcelain alive eyes still
Leave me to my own imagining
The spectacle, the mannequin
Waiting as night leaves blood red crescents in its wake
Inevitable end to what we made
Nothing’s ever meant to stay the same
Isn’t that the way of it they’ll say
Isn’t it the way of it always
When I was younger, a watcher on the side
Did I do it right?
Birds play havoc in the hours before dawn
Could have been otherwise I
Believe in it sometimes
The ritual, mistakes we make
Mirrored in the things we say
Eaten by the very words we sow
Salute the magpie, shoot the crow
Waiting as night leaves blood red crescents in its wake
Inevitable end to what we made
Nothings ever meant to stay the same
Isn’t it the way of it always
Isn’t that the way of it they’ll say
When I was younger, a watcher on the side
Did I do it right?
Birds play havoc in the hours before dawn
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4. |
Coralline
07:57
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Decorate my days
While here
Everything ends
Theatre
You are midnight maze
I’m told
Am I better without?
Can you tell?
With or without?
This carousel
Just a matter of time
Sinking in long gone lakes instead
By design,
False illusion leaves me stranded out
White noise bring me sleep
Falling sky, never easy alone
Caught in motion, frozen on the riverbed
Carousel
Room of mirrors in the land you live
Lose me
Theatre
House of mirrors in the world you built
Drifting
Theatre
Ghost line never enough
Morning star hangs glacier cold
Half flood half fire, reason to begin again
Sea, devour me now
Red red coralline, down my spine
Caught slow motion, shadow-like passerby
Carousel
Room of mirrors in the land you live
Lose me
Theatre
House of mirrors in the world you built
Drifting
Theatre
Room of mirrors in the land you live
Lose me
Theatre
House of mirrors in the world you built
Drifting
Theatre
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5. |
Salt
06:18
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I sometimes think that I have
Never the hang of it this
Transient thing of, time that is let me
Dress your day in tomorrow’s sun you’ve been
Keeping to yourself but, it’s warmer outside than in
We see we saw a thousand moons and counting this
Curious trait of turning cheek and hearsay
The stories waver and the statues burn if it’s
Fiction you believe curtain fall if you please
Salt flat sun down with your magnet eyes
Overhead birds cry in a sideways sky
Land of all lost hours I fear I’m wasting time
Oh observer tell me, where your mind lies
Salt flat bleach white and the horse flies
Sweet trip in the sweat of a restless night
Desert rock face shy in the car-lights
Oh observer tell me, are you satisfied
Climb sister climb the sun is ablaze in your eyes
Climb sister climb the sun is ablaze in your eyes
Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes
Salt flat sun down with your magnet eyes
Overhead birds cry in a sideways sky
Land of all lost hours I fear I’m wasting time
Oh observer tell me, where your mind lies
Salt flat bleach white and the horse flies
Sweet trip in the sweat of a restless night
Desert rock face shy in the car-lights
Oh observer tell me, are you satisfied
Climb sister climb the sun is ablaze in your eyes
Climb sister climb the sun is ablaze in your eyes
Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes
Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes
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6. |
Seraphim
05:13
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Seraphim
Lying in your pale skin
Whisper low
God forbid they hear our woes
Holes in the ground and we’re bound to fall in
To be seen not heard is a worrying thing
Glass eye, see through the lies they tell
Sit alone wicked wish on our tongues
Holes in the wall where the ice creeps in
To be seen not heard is a worrying thing
To be seen not heard is a worrying thing
So we stand
Drinking up the last of the light
Common ground watch it disappear
Holes in the sky where the night slips in
To be seen not heard is a worrying thing
Seraphim
Dancing in the way you did
Whisper low, god forbid they hear our woe
Holes in the ground and we’re bound to fall in
To be seen not heard is a worrying thing
To be seen not heard is a worrying thing
Why do you hold your head so low?..
Why do you hold your head so low?..
Take me far away from the crowds
Take me far away from the crowds, oh the maddening crowds
Take me far away from the crowds, oh the maddening crowds
Take me far away from the crowds, oh the maddening crowds
Take me far away from the crowds, oh the maddening crowds
Maddening crowds
Crowds
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7. |
Go Away From My Window
04:21
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Go ‘way from my window
Go ‘way from my door
Go ‘way way way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more
I’ll give you back your letters
I’ll give you back your ring
But I’ll never forget my own true love
As long as songbirds sing
As long as songbirds sing
Go on tell all your brothers
Tell all your sisters too
The reason that my heart is broke
Is on account of you
Is on account of you
Go on your way be happy
Go on your way and rest
But remember dear, you are the one
I really gave the best
I really gave the best
Go ‘way from my window
Go ‘way from my door
Go ‘way way way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more
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8. |
Red Sun
05:33
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Oh lucid eye
Red sun waits for none
Paint you in the scenery
Suspended in a frame
Worth it just to keep you near
Keep you just the same, keep you just the same
Oh lucid eye,
If by chance we meet
Hold your tongue and make believe
Distance is a sound I know
Momentary ground
Oh lucid eye
Red sun stays or now
Everything it turns to rust
Luminous and strange
Cold mirage indifferent
Metal bright
Weightless, weightless, weightless
Oh lucid eye
Lost in one of many minds
All your many other lives
Sky cascading as you fall
Weightless
Oh lucid eye
Red sun waits for none
Paint you for the novelty
Frozen in a frame
Something to remember you by
Keep you just the same, keep you just the same
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9. |
Mannequin (Radio Edit)
05:27
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Might have been otherwise
I think of it sometimes
The ritual, the give and take
Mirrored in the things we say
Fuschia burns a summer road,
Asphalt melts as we watch
Absence can you feel it on your skin
Porcelain alive eyes still
Leave me to my own imagining
The spectacle, the mannequin
Waiting as night leaves blood red crescents in its wake
Inevitable end to what we made
Nothing’s ever meant to stay the same
Isn’t that the way of it they’ll say
Isn’t it the way of it always
When I was younger, a watcher on the side,
Did I do it right?
Birds play havoc in the hours before dawn
Could have been otherwise I
Believe in it sometimes,
The ritual, mistakes we make,
Mirrored in the things we say
Eaten by the very words we sow
Salute the magpie, shoot the crow
Waiting as night leaves blood red crescents in its wake
Inevitable end to what we made
Nothings ever meant to stay the same
Isn’t it the way of it always
Isn’t that the way of it they’ll say
When I was younger, a watcher on the side,
Did I do it right?
Birds play havoc in the hours before dawn
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Anna Mieke Wicklow, Ireland
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