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Trick of the Light
05:37
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Brick on brick
we build up
To something that isn't there
Fingers don't touch
Oh such joy
Oh tower of Babel
It's all we are and nothing less
If such things persist, so much more exists
Well it's only a trick of the light
That made you believe
But what is left
If you leave
Such faith
So pure
Misconstrued as truth
Is it that it should?
Such faith
So pure
All you would ask
Is it that it should
Is it that it should
It's just a trick of the light
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Restless
04:34
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Down at the bottom of bank street
There's a house, stands up all by itself
With nothing to lean on
You'll find nobody home
cept the leaves the rain the dirt the howling wind
sings a restless song
Stuck in the heart of your homeland
Is a knife, you cannot help but twist
Though you don't know it yet
And right in the eye of the hurricane
There you stood you wept you brought out something pure
and there you buried it
(For anyone to find)
Restless , endless, nameless, deathless, voiceless, deathless, restless restless
Back in the garden of england
They say deep in these hills there is a crown
Which will bloom when it is needed
And though they all think you're unstable
You keep telling everyone the ravens have left the tower
Did you finally lose your patience
Restless , endless, nameless, deathless, voiceless, deathless, restless restless
All these old buildings make us feel like children
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Wish I had something better to say to you
Anything you want to hear?
You keep telling me how nobody ever loves you
I’m loving you right here
You’re telling me everyone lets you down
I wouldn’t ever let you down you know.
And I, I’m terrified, I’ve lost you in twenty thousand streets under the sky
And I, made a mistake and I’m sure you made one too
We shouldn’t let love pass us by like we do
And I, I’m terrified. I’ve lost you in twenty thousand streets under the sky
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4. |
Cole Porter
04:26
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The black black waters
Black waters of home
Where rocks bathe treacherous
In the sun
In kindred silence
The forest suffocates the path
Climb darkling chasms
To dawn at last
She falls down the mountain
Down the mountain when she comes
And down down sinking
She pulls the sun
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5. |
Bells
01:48
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6. |
Lost in Your Own Home
04:17
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I watched your arms
like the roadmaps of England
Don’t say that word, don’t say that word
I was talking of fears
I should have heard
But you were speaking without moving
a lip or a line connected
at the seams turned inwards
these folded paper
wet cardboard dreams
I would watch shadows
of childhood demons come to scoop me up
Talon crack, bible black, oyster shell snap
and hoofs clatter on stained carpet
What was left
was weakened knees and a perpetual stutter
I was threadbare and needle deep
And lines of fabric seep into swollen flesh
Left lying on linen I was listless in the evening and restless in the morning
these sweat soaked sheets
an agony left between the pleats
and I fumbled through duvets
cavernous collected cottons to find some relief
And we’ll caw and claw, all night long
Linger let hang each note of the song
sung softly, but never sweetly
this taste is idle upon my tongue
too many fizzy drinks
that incandescent toothbrush balanced delicately on
the bathroom sink
I am lost in my own home.
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7. |
Burial
05:38
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Sometimes I sink
Little by little
Without pain
No nor ability to think
And with the dull lethargic consciousness of life
And the presence of black wings furled around my bed at night
Encroaching until the crisis of disease
Restored me suddenly, perfectly, to life
I am yours
So it goes
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8. |
Movie Stall
03:43
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You can’t, forget the sound,
of his voice by the movie stall
I noticed, if I am the future
I know this, I’m not the best suitor
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9. |
Encrypted
03:12
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You tried to hide yourself away
In all the words you never say
You always had to laugh the last
Far too smart at least by half
For the splintered mast
To which you're lashed
Because the sirens in the night
Have us surrounded
What do I
Do with our history
You, you broke into my heart
Took me apart
And the memory's no help
Can't put myself
(You broke me apart
And I can't put myself)
Together again
Together again
(Oooooooh)
You love your independent ways
And all the trouble that you save
To make the journey out alone
The journey back can wait although
The broken code within your bones
Says how can it be so
How can it be so
This just might all end in mystery
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10. |
Brevity
05:17
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Why can't you speak clearly to me
and say exactly what you mean
you hide your words in polyphonic symphonies
that seem to me to be absurd
and would you take some time
to listen to me , not everything needs to be said
would you take some time
to mull it over, some things are best in your head
Oh brevity
you never quite got the best of me
Oh obscurity
conceal me, please
What can be said in a couple of words
can be mistrued
and I will not be dettered
and if you take your time to think about it
you would say the same you would say the same
These words I choose well I will decide
for what is left of a man but his own mind
And i've made up mine for once in my life
these words are mine, These words are mine.
Oh brevity
you never quite got the best of me
Oh obscurity
conceal me, please
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11. |
Milk Teeth
06:42
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If we were mindless and senseless and born
without names
would you still call out for something more
some small refrain
A little piece to tide you through?
Born into a dirth of sound
An inauspicious town
Where such success can become
So suspicious
Can a man not be judged
By the sweat of his own brow
When all is said and done
What else is there to do?
If it’s all so hopeless
then why cry out for something more
Our bodies mortal and finite
never knowing what they’re actually good for
We simper so many simple fools
to pass away these easy days
And when all is said and done
what else is there to do
What else is there to say
when the sun burns down
when the seas dry out
what else is there to do?
You’re milk teeth in an old skull
It’s time to go
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Wooden Arms England, UK
Wooden Arms are a contemporary quintet from the UK who draw from Alternative, Classical, and Trip-Hop music.
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