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New America
03:46
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Blue December,
And blue old weather.
For all our time,
We spent together…
On the sea bed,
the sandy sea bed
We take our turns,
stay awake.
I see the coast of new america,
Let’s board a ship, leave this shit.
And I turned to run, I turn to run.
But I’m stuck in it.
Oh I cannot quit.
On the island keeping silent,
In your arms, I hide away.
Worlds for shelter,
And words to weather.
We take our turns to drink this lake.
I see the coast of new america,
Let’s board a ship, leave this shit.
And I turned to run, I turn to run.
But I’m stuck in it.
Oh I cannot quit.
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Lucky Cow
03:22
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Onto my bed,
Still in my head.
The gathering doom,
That came too soon.
I'm all ears now,
Patting the fortune cow.
Bring me luck you beast,
Or sun at least.
Always in a rush,
But going nowhere fast.
I crept in late at night,
And I stole your stash.
While you dripped,
Your jewelled tears.
I felt my grip slip,
And I saw the past.
I saw the past
Oh My love
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3. |
St Valentine
03:39
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On the road I walk to you.
On the coast I sail too you,
In the forest I follow suite to find you.
How the wind sings your name,
Beyond my eye, you remain the same.
As I float on the lake of blue.
I dream of you.
So long Saint Valentine,
You can’t break my heart.
So long Saint Valentine,
Now is our time to part.
In the sky I fly to you,
Where you are is my truth.
By your side I have some use.
I breathe for you.
Calling out through endless nights,
A yearning in shadows disguise.
The eclipse seen by no ones eyes.
It binds you.
So long Saint Valentine,
You can’t break my heart.
So long Saint Valentine,
Now is our time to part.
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4. |
Fool's Song
02:47
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I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
Where you're rolling too…
For in all my lonesome days,
I have had to bend to truth.
I’ve have learnt what to do…
I won’t fall, I won’t fall,
Beneath you.
I’ll keep hitching down the road,
And sing the sunset blues.
Oh you know what they say,
A fool only knows he’s a fool on his dying day.
I been down,
I been down,
Yes I been confused.
Living in a cold bad house, I felt I had no use.
And the wind just blew right through.
That big old world,
That big old world,
It don't stop for you.
Pull the fingers from your eyes and you'll see the truth.
Oh you know what they say,
A fool only knows he’s a fool on his dying day.
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6. |
Rostrevor Undelivered
05:49
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