1. |
Thick Skin
04:28
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Thick Skin
This hasn't been
A quiet year
I've been documenting the last doings
Of mankind
The pain we caused
And left behind
Those who needed us the most
It seems
Are banished from our minds
We drank a cup of bitterness
Tried to fill that emptiness somehow
They say that I
Have to grow
Much thicker skin
But don't you know
It's thinner every day.
So I drink a cup of bitterness
That will grow some hair on your chest
They say
Sometimes it seems
This is the end
What was in your hand
Now slips through you
Like grains of sand.
The towers of hate
And walls you've built
They now seem to crack
Under the weight of
Your own guilt
They say that I
Have to grow
Much thicker skin
But don't you know
It's thinner every day.
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2. |
The Unnamed
04:45
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The Unnamed
Who are you
To mock a pain
You have not endured?
Who am I
To let you
Get away with it?
The guilt and the shame
Still hanging over me
In the quietness of our reflection
We might find
All the things that we don't like about ourselves
And the dread grows all the monstrous
For being unnamed
These black shadows make part of it's whole
So here am I
With my back to the wall
I have built these walls all by myself
And there you are
On the other side
The guilt and the shame
Still hanging over you.
In the noise of it all, we tend
To forget
Only silence can penetrate the soul
And the dread grows all the monstrous
For being unnamed
These black shadows make part of its whole.
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3. |
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05:12
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If you find yourself In somebody else's dream
Float upstream till you see
Things you've never seen
'Cause the days are long and everybody's bored
Can it be so wrong when it feels so right
Come, let's slip through the cracks
That's how the light gets in
Second star to the left then straight on till morning
It's funny how the universe throws up this shit
It seems absurd, but it's totally legit
When the days were long
And you're in that mood
Can it be so wrong
When it feels so good.
Come let's slip...
Don't stop, whatever you're doing to me
Everything is exactly where it should be
Take me with you
Stay like this for a while
I will hold on, hold on, hold on
Before the spark is gone, is gone, is gone.
I will hold on, hold on
Before it's gone
And if you find yourself In a fizzy dream
Float upstream
Till you see Things you've never seen.
Come, let's slip through the cracks…
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4. |
Make a Sound
02:24
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Sit crooked and talk to me straight
Does the money make you happy, now that you’ve reached the end?
Now that the heat is rising, it’s scorching the ground
You’re trying to scream but you can’t make a sound.
The winds, they are howling, the oceans are broiling
You’re trying to scream but you can’t make a sound
Now you’re tending your dark garden, where you’ve planted your black seed
Did you make a pretty penny? Was it worth it in the end?
Now that the heat is rising, it’s scorching the ground
You’re trying to scream but you can’t make a sound.
The winds, they are howling, the oceans are broiling
You’re trying to scream but you can’t make a sound
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5. |
Koło Mego Ogródecka
04:36
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Koło mego ogródecka
Koło mego ogródecka
Zakwitała jabłonecka
Bielusieńko zakwitała
Bielusieńko zakwitała
Czerwone jabłuszka miała
A któż mi je będzie zrywał
A któż mi je będzie zrywał
Kiedy Jasio się mój pogniewał
Pogniewał się nie wiem o co
Pogniewał się nie wiem o co
Chodził do mnie nie nie wiem po co
Chodził do mnie całą wiosnę
Chodził do mnie całą wiosnę
Pytał mamy kiej urosnę
Chodził do mnie całe lato
Chodził do mnie całe lato
Dawałam mu buzi za to
Chodził do m niecałą jesień
Chodził do mnie całą jesień
Dawałam mu jabłka w kieszeń
Chodził do mnie całą zimę
Wpuszczałam go pod pierzynę.
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6. |
Inside the Chaos
06:55
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Inside the Chaos
Suddenly the world grinds to a hold
A spanner thrown into the works.
You burn up inside but your hands are cold
they say it only gets the old.
They say laughter's the best medicine
For disaster and quarantine
Good things happen to those who wait
Like two hearts beating in seven-eight.
Scream with me, oh the irony
we might die or we might get free
Inside the chaos, possibilities
of how beautiful this life could be.
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7. |
To All the Good Times
03:30
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How lucky that you picked me from the rest
Of all the good times, ours was the best
But it came and went by like the seasons
Left me stunned and without rhyme nor reason
No I am lost
Out at see
Maybe it’s just the weather
It’s been raining for a month
What if it doesn’t even matter
that we never see the sun?
How lucky that you picked me from the rest.
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