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Is there any machine I can rely on here?
For a touch just for a touch
Is there any sound my phone can hear?
Before the noise will come around
But the drum kit is all broken
the skin is all swollen
The flood beats like the old tambourine
I’m lying on my chest and it makes my throat all knotted
And it weighs on my chest
The fucking pigs outside, they’re still running after
Hidden behind a tree there’s something that wants to be found
But the bloody filth it won’t ever let it see
The weight on my body of all these thoughts
How could a touch be softer?
To be soft is it enough for me to soak it up and make it smaller?
The painful hole drilled in my belly
Of the fear of losing their attention
Sends me back to greasy pieces of mind
And some emotion I just can’t let go
And the way it pushes on my stomach
How could a touch be softer?
To be soft is it enough for me to soak it up and make it smaller?
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Twin Chin Scars
04:01
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Oh, twin chin scars, went on bike and skateboard
Heading to the lake of Pontchartrain
Staring through my window at the bulls on the brick walls
Looking back at us cuddling and drinking black coffees
Having slept the alarm through, no memories from the island ladies
Diving in the canal while police is unaware
Let us sing songs we can relate to
‘Till the night comes and the train splits up the roads
Looking for a daydream smile in my reflections
Red lips clumsily bitten on my rose shirt
On there way through unflooded town
Found confusion on a pillow, gone again tomorrow
Found confusion on a pillow, gone again tomorrow
And still me Irish friend waits for her father’s cheering
As the grouse lodge might see our twin chin scars
Catching up somehow
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Fucking Mess
04:19
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Yesterday I was a fucking mess, my friends were happy
Yesterday I was a fucking mess, I was crying
Yesterday I was a river, a torrent, a waterfall
I washed myself turning my inner inside out
A new me heading up the flood
Yesterday I was a fucking mess
I’m better off today without this weight on my shoulders
On my shoulders,
On my shoulders,
On my Shoulders
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Lighthouse
04:13
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I know the patriarch is awake
Carving from underneath the walls
He knows I know he doesn’t want me here
So tell me can I stay a little longer with you
Lighthouse on the boulevard
Crossing words at the crossroad
Have a good day
Disastrous appeal
The lift is stuck and there’s no hope for changes
I don’t know what it means that you feel like hurried in the basement
I see them faces in the waves, a crowd of fishes
Expecting me to stay a little longer with you
Lighthouse on the boulevard
Crossing swords at the crossroad
Have a good day
Disastrous appeal
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Sunbeams
04:48
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As he walks down the nave
His earring vibrates as he passes the virgin by
Bloody heart shining deep red of the christ
Still a’cross wording his way through clouds
And as he sat on the grass
Staring at the dandelions
He couldn’t stop thinking
Tired of the week
It’s crazy to see how much it costs
Just to be sitting here in the sun
Steaming memories of his childhood
In the gloomy light of the church
Wednesday morning dipping hands in holy water
Tonight getting ready for a showcase in the convent
And as he sat on the grass
Staring at the dandelions
He couldn’t stop thinking
Tired of the week
It’s crazy to see how much it costs
Just to be sitting here in the sun
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Short Ideas Lille, France
Short Ideas are two brothers from northern France, singing tales about the bonds that can still link us together in a world
that's collapsing.
With their first ever home-recorded album Drying Leaves on a Line, they invite us to dive into a heartwarming collection of ten songs drenched into a sensitive writing they use as a watery mirror, both peaceful and troubled.
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