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rockland
04:12
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we came with our walls, sorrows and songs
time to malinger
we rose with the steel, fire at our heels
madmen in rockland to render ideals
and the teachers are saying god don't come round anymore
and the world is saying god don't come round
but i heard a voice, i felt it breathe, it made me weak in the knees
i heard a voice screaming out at the sea but i realized it was just me
oh let me be small and meek
we danced in our sleep, devilled our dreams, and now we wake
we martyr our myths, swore we'd never live like this
now every song breathes like an elephant's kiss
and the preachers are saying god don't come round like before
but the poets are saying god can be found
cause i heard a voice, i felt it breathe, it made me weak in the knees
i heard a voice screaming out at the sea but i realized it was just me
oh let me be small and meek
now i took a walk by the river
in the bite of january
i heard a voice screaming out at the sea but i realized it was just me
oh let me be
let me be
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renegade
02:36
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nobody's home again, oh and the nightbirds are sleeping so soft
every car like a corpse in the parking lot
and the traffic light's evergreen, or so it seems
little bed, little rest, little sandman to
slip a truth tear in my eye, oh winter goodbye
but oh hell, hopeless night, what's become of my life
my love's gone away again, oh, and my head's like beelzebub's rage
little fire ever doused in a cage
and the howl of job is screaming true in every blue
little god, what have i done to you? to
slip a truth tear in my eye, oh winter goodbye
but oh hell, hopeless night, what's become of my life
mmm and they've locked up our angels in lecture halls
they've prisoned our poets away
oh, love be brave, world be saved
nobody's home again, mmm and the woodland's a rapture to see
little branch, little twig, little me
and the river's a tango away every day
but the ice, but the time, anyway, so
slip a truth tear in my eye, oh my soul is yours tonight
but oh hell, hopeless night, what's become of my mind
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proserpine
05:03
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far from myself and much further from him
the sun is swept south and the snowfall begins
memory like vines going over my head, dire days turning dreary and dead
little lord love, what took you so long?
i've been throwing up refrains to put in a love song, but
nothing i write's ever good or right or true, but still i'm trying for you
cause we've had springs, pretty things, burning red
now i've got winter, time to splinter instead
ooooh i said i've made many a friend, and i've got many a man
asleep in my bed, on my shoulder, and i'm getting older
cold little light to starve out the green
there's blue in my mind, how long has it been?
the skies that once warmed me turned granite and grey
as the shadow of light becomes day
cause we've had springs, pretty things, burning red
now i've got winter, time to splinter instead
ooooh i said i've made many a friend, and i've got many a man
asleep in my bed, on my shoulder, and i'm getting older
spring is coming let it in, spring is coming soon
spring is coming let it in, spring is coming soon
and now i'm far from myself and much further from him
the sun is swept south and the snow is falling
memory like vines growing over my head
little pillow, put some rest in my bed
mmm
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your apartment's golden grey since your lover went away
now the soaring sunbeams loom and the swell of spring is coming soon
and i've got a man in london but there's a woman in my room
so we might be shit for loving but we'll try again in june
you said to me this afternoon:
write me a song of spring and i will dance you a dance in the rain
oh here we are again, in your apartment
our rascal-heartedness in pleasure and pain
sing me a song of suns and i will dance till the day is done
oh here we are again, in your apartment
and maybe heaven says our hunger's to blame...
oh, here we are again
now your apartment's made your home, no more scars or smells of smoke
got a cat with emerald eyes and a balcony for sunset strides
ooh, and i'll remember every pain that makes us young
and like frail trees in december, bare and full of the wrong kinds of love
oh, you said to me, before you go...
write me a song of spring and i will dance you a dance in the rain
oh here we are again, in your apartment
our rascal-heartedness in pleasure and pain
sing me a song of suns and i will dance till the day is done
oh here we are again, in your apartment
and maybe heaven says our hunger's to blame...
oh, here we are again
write me and sing to me
write me and sing for me
write me a song of spring and i will dance you a dance in the rain
oh here we are again, in your apartment
our rascal-heartedness in pleasure and pain
sing me a song of suns and i will dance till the day is done
oh here we are again, in your apartment
and maybe heaven says our hunger's to blame...
oh, here we are again
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vienna
03:08
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the winter winds blew far too long, the storm of spring is staying strong
and here upon this heath of june, the babe vienna born in bloom
oh cherry hill and lilac tree, what fickle hearted fools are we
now winter's at its bitter end and we can learn to love again
now daddy's got you cuddled close and mommy's promised you the most
another winter's at its end, now we can learn to love again
love is a game we learn to lose, we're born in red and buried blue
another lover's at his end, now i can learn to love again
oh another lover's at his end
and i can learn to live again
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the fool
03:13
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sex crept into my room like a madman with a head cloud miles thick
and it came in me heavy and quick, and we loved for a bit
loss came into my room like prophet and it gave me a blessing to die
not a hell of a lot by my side, still i love and i loved and i --
i've dug desire a grave, for you i've slaved
light crept into my room like a joker
and the fool went and called me its king
every day is a hell of a thing, still i go listening
to the wild dogs who bark in the graveyard
you would think they were barking at me
and the fool said, how could that be? but i know, yes i know 'cause we
we've dug desire a grave, for you i've slaved
well when the fool went and made a lover, i drank his tea clear
i grew and i danced to the beats to the songs in his ears
now i bark at the days that are dying
and you'd think i've gone dumb like a dog
i can bark at myself in the graveyard as the gravedigger shuffles along
i'll give desire away
come on hand me a spade and i'll dig the fool's grave
for love i've slaved
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oh lord, take me through the night
let me settle down humble and quiet
give a little light to raise me in day, let me run away
and the lovers lie beneath me, the empress at my crown
i'll enter the multitudes but i'll let you down
and that's fine, that's okay, i'm best on my own anyway
when you sleep, i'll be gone
and when you wake, i'll have wings
i fall in love with fickle things
my love i was not made for rings, now i'm out of sight
goodnight, goodnight, goodbye
i beg you embrace dawn and carry on
the days pass with an undying violence
i know that lyric is weak, let me sleep for once
i've been sleepwalking all these months
now i finally feel awake, but i can't bare your heartbreak
when you sleep i'll be gone, when you wake i'll have wings
i fall in love with fickle things
my love i was not made for rings, now i'm out of sight
goodnight, goodnight, goodbye
i beg you embrace dawn and carry on
my love i was not made for rings
for borrows, blues, and other things
goodnight, goodnight, goodbye, carry on
i'm sorry if i was unkind, i'm sorry if i made you cry
oh my god i'm saying goodbye
now i'm out of sight, goodnight, goodnight, goodbye
i pray you embrace dawn
and carry on
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Camie Toronto, Ontario
alt folk rock wench from toronto
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