1. |
The Rivers
04:29
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Nobody's (has) seen the rivers above
Nobody's (has) seen what we’ll do as fathers, as ghosts of lost sons,
Lost in the desert of joy and grace and love.
They say “Seize the day”, “Drop your weapon” but the yellow fields in the frame on the wall are pale and odd, nothing like the crowded street where I walk on my way back home.
Care for us, we’re not Antichrists but we’re old, very old, and so tired…
Wait for us, the cab won’t come, we won’t dance at the summer ball.
Nobody found the ways of your dreams
Nobody knows what we’ll do as the heirs of your frozen kingdom, lost in the cold desert of joy and grace and love.
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2. |
Bad Twist
03:24
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You told me it was ok, you told me the job was done
It meant nothing to you, but it means something to God,
The patient claims his due …
Back at school I wasn’t half of the man I am today,
None of the dozen gals who dated me recall my name,
This song was meant to be a blues, and I’m singin’ a serenade…
Born in a world where left is right,
Where money is worth the time,
I came alone, I gave my heart to an endless summertime love.
But is this love? Is this tenderness?
I can assure you this ain’t love, this is just old bitterness
Marry me, we’ll run away, we’ll celebrate a brand new day.
My mom used to sing me the blues, but yet my favorites are serenades.
Born in a world where left is right,
Where money is worth the time,
I came alone, I gave my heart to an endless summertime love.
I will never look forward, now that I’m a winter guy.
I’ll die alone, I’ve locked my love in that prison called your heart.
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3. |
John Doe #2
03:47
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Pearl, diamond earrings
Thousands of roses
True Love at first that doesn’t fell right…
Girls, fishnet stockings
Make-up, skirts and roses
This poetry was worth the trip of a true love and porn lobbying
When did all things go wrong, I swear I don’t know
Maybe 35 minutes long and call me another John Doe
Chasing the daylight
Breaking the cold night
True Love at first that doesn’t fell right…
Positive state of mind, take a back-pack trip to California
Start feeding the cancer of the drunk city dancers
When did all things go wrong, I swear I don’t know
Maybe 35 minutes long and call me another John Doe
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4. |
The Gentlemen's Book
02:47
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Wishing wells stole my coins
They call me bad news, the rogue enemy
The whisper sons are right behind me
I hide under my bed, prayin’ they won’t come out…
And I close my eyes…
Dispossessed of the lamps and the beds of a silent night
They still shiver when the cold shows up at the dawn of the Endless Spring
They should have sold their gold jewelry when they could still afford to sail the sea.
And close your eyes…
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5. |
Hotelhotel
04:15
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Drunk teens came from the bar, their spirit full of weakness, and I watched them proceed with their self destructive dance.
They had many shots from dusk ‘till dawn, once they even shot a fox who stumbled, dead.
We know that you say we’re dummies. We know that you say we are.
FYI our love is two years overdue. For this new hope there ain’t no fee… ain’t no fee…
Huge shapes, different sizes, may be bearers of bad news and fall to the ground, to the mind.
We know that you say we’re dummies. We know that you say we are.
Make-up will flow, don’t ask for more.
Tare down the old downtown bar when there is no show.
Let’s build a place where there's no light that will glow.
Strange kids will show, don’t ask for more.
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6. |
21st Century Love Song
06:22
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These are my best days ever, but my lifestyle is going down…
This is the best day ever, but my lifetime is increasing down…
The mourning man wonders who we are, if we’re armed or if we’re the kind who scream at dawn.
It was supposed to be my finest hours, the day, the night, I met my wife.
These memories will last forever, ‘cause trust me I was on your side…
The mourning man wondered who we were, we were armed and we were the kind who howl at the moon.
I don’t talk to no one anymore, but trust me girl, I was on your side.
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7. |
Beauty Queen
02:41
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8. |
Those Strange Arcades
04:25
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As I remember, you seemed impressed when I walked in.
Once beneath my feet, you won’t forget me.
Deadly spies in silky sweat pants I’ve never wanted to see.
Once beneath my feet, you will forgive me.
Touching the dusty walls of the hallway while I walk towards the lights.
Tales of slaughters, skin that smells like warm sand and a lost bride.
And I know what it’s like…
I just want to make you mine.
All your friends, your horses, your wife,
I just want all of it to be mine.
Concrete and glass and suits and ties in strange arenas.
The sweet smell of warm sand and my freakin’ lost pride.
And I know what it’s like…
I just want to make you mine.
All your friends, your horses, your wife,
I just want all of it to be mine.
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9. |
In the mirror ...
03:38
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How many saints? Who would (I) know…
as far (as) I can get the front pages are still the same
How many marks? They won’t show…
as drunk (as) I can get the cities change the hearts are still the same
Plastic shores… Boulevards… Absinth cops who would steal your shoes if you slept outdoor…
I wake up, just to live another day
Nothing ever, ever goes my way
I’ve seen it all but I can’t barely recognize my face in the mirror.
Waking up on the beach…
Sanity as a feast, next round’s on me, my dad is rich
Pour the diet yellow smile…
Eco-LED, shiny, the dancefloor roars its hunger for new bones
Children yards … Abandoned cars … Liquor store that would close their doors for the carnival to calm down …
I wake up, just to live another day
Live in different times, in different places
I have the will to reinvent my space, in the mirror.
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10. |
Hope, Sun & A Lonely Man
04:45
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I’m long gone with the wind and I sold my ticket back home, no I won’t go home
Look at the stars, how they look bright from here…
Try to reach out for a moment and cry to make it an instant.
Behind the doors, whispers and sobs, whine for the sake of living that end (+which ends sens différent)up leaving.
There is love inside your eyes, and crime between your thighs
I seek your eyes and I won’t come back, and I’ll never come back.
Summer is almost over and yet you are still far gone, pickin’ up pears for kings and queens of lands we’ve never seen, and never will.
You have the look I had before, I can see that you want more
I see you in your eyes that you'd (should) better watch your back.
And then I saw a sun that shines and then goes.
And then I had a son who laughs while I go.
And then I touched that sun, it burnt and then goes.
And then I sing a song to my son while he goes.
You have the look I had before, I can see that you want more
When I seek your eyes, you'd better watch your back, and that’s for sure, and this I know for sure…
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11. |
Already Gone
03:26
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Both getting undone from what we hoped
An anonymous call late at night
You say that love is overrated, I claim that fortune is a bitch
I will not wait for the last call to bail out, you should have waited that I’m gone
You say you don’t love me anymore, but yet your friends keep knocking at my door
But if they look inside they’ll see that what’s mine, well, I left it all behind
We weren’t just two and I surely won’t wait that you spill your crocodile tears on my corpse
You say you don’t love me anymore, but yet your friends keep knocking at my door
But if they look inside they’ll see that what’s mine, well, I left it all behind
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