1. |
Row the Boat
03:05
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Michael, row the boat ashore - Hallelujah
Don't you hear the alarm call - hallelujah
Tell me, have you found yourself another
Audience to bore?
Some insecure teenagers you could convince
That maybe you are more?
Michael, row the boat ashore - Hallelujah
Don't you hear the alarm call - hallelujah
Oh, you mind your boasting talk - hallelujah
Boasting talk will sink your soul - hallelujah
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2. |
Mr. Misleading
03:03
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Your knife on my throat made me stop breathing
Your light was blinding but totally misleading
All my life - a blue note. You just kept me bleeding.
I‘ve been fighting the good fight,
Standing up for what‘s right.
I drew my own conclusions based on illusion
But don‘t you dare to say that you care
And if you happen to change your mind
I‘ll be long gone
You smiled the day my heart stopped singing
And I bet you‘d do the same if it stopped beating
So don‘t you dare to say that you care
And if you happen to change your mind
I‘ll be long gone
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3. |
Nothing Really Matters
04:11
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There‘s a huge lump in my throat
And I find it hard to swallow
I have read the signs written on the wall
And I find them hard to follow
But it‘s distance that will clear my head
To be resistant to the things you‘ve said
How you watch the clock when we talk
How you seem annoyed and bored
That I dared to pour my heart out to you
It strikes the wrong chords
Now I read the signs written on the wall
And they say
That nothing really matters, matters much to you
I‘m only your best friend
When I‘m happy and content
But when dark clouds cover up my sky
You turn your back on me and say good-bye
Well, this notion of devotion
It took me quite by surprise
But you just used me to admire
Your own reflection in my eyes
Now particle by particle
The truth slowly reveals
That nothing really matters, matters much to you
I‘m only your best friend
When I‘m happy and content
But when dark clouds cover up my sky
You turn your back on me and say good-bye
Nothing really matters, matters much to me
I‘ve never been your best friend
And I guess I‘ll never be
Nothing really matters.
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4. |
Ship is Sailing
02:07
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Oh, the media ship is sailing
Down the drain
Batten up the hatches darling
We‘re drowning in the rain
Oh, the flicker of the TV
Was our only source of light
Mr Cement, oh so easy,
You‘re shining oh so bright
But the national broadcast‘s failing
With their brainwashing campaign
‘bout these old farts and their dancing stars
Drinking their champagne
Oh, the media ship is sailing
always down the drain
Batten up the hatches darling,
We‘re drowning in the rain
But I‘m stuck here in the desert
I was meant to sail the sea
I‘m not half as small to be ignored
The way you ignore me
I just tried to catch my train
But I caught a cold instead
And the pain that remains
is this waltz to my empty bed.
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5. |
Drive You Home
03:34
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I‘ll never drive you home again
I‘ll never be the same again
Last time I did, you were so sweet
you wiped away my tears when I was bitter
I‘ll never be the same again
I‘ll never drive you home again
Last time I did, tried to be sweet
I tried so hard, then you turned bitter
Batten up the hatches, baby
here comes the rain again
slapping my face, shaking me sane
Darling, would you be so kind
to blow my mind
I‘ll never be the same again
I‘ll never drive you home again
But maybe you‘re the only one
who can save me
‘cause lately
I‘ve been on a strange trip
far away from home
Don‘t ever leave me alone
Batten up the hatches, baby
here comes the rain again
slapping my face, shaking me sane
Darling, would you be so kind
to blow my mind
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6. |
Signs and Messages
03:08
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Darling, I don’t like the signs
Life is sending to me
It’s alarming
Reading between the lines
The message
I don’t like to see
It’s affecting me
In a way
It becomes unbearable
For you to stay with me
So I run, run
To the end of the road
I run, run
Where the river once flowed
Just to see how the sun goes down
Just to see everything go down
I’ve been
Trying so hard
To get over myself
Still, you got bored
Of all my dreams
On the shelf
It’s a message
I don’t want to see
It’s affecting me
In a way it becomes unbearable
For you to stay with me
So I run, run
Where the river once flowed
And I run, run
To the end oft he road
Just to see everything go down
Everything will go down
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7. |
Real
03:09
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Early November on an Irish coast
I woke up beside you
Was it me this time to save someone?
We got washed on this shore
We were barely alive
We were high and dry
We were cursing the naked sky
But you made me feel
Like a real woman
And if time stood still
Could we go on
And stay like this a little longer
‘Cause this system is just business
And we don‘t belong in here
‘Cause you make me feel
Like a real woman
you make me feel
Like a real woman
And still, we find ourselves drifting
And still, we find ourselves
On an Irish coast
In early November
It was you this time
To bring me home
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8. |
Skippin' Stones
04:13
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9. |
Counting the Days
04:24
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10. |
Wintertime
03:57
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Wintertime, as the ice-wind blows
I can hardly see the path you go
somewhere to the place only you know
And when we mee, you always seem so cold
no chance to melt you, I've been told
And when you're silent, you can hear my teardrops fall.
Wintertime, so I go
to the the place only I know
I think you ought to know
I don't think that we'll meet again
it's better for the both of us
but when I'm silent
I can hear your teardrops fall.
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11. |
Until the Rain
03:15
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Black clouds over Vienna
Dirty water dripping from the sky
Dark clouds all over the place
She was sitting there
Waiting there for you to
Take her away
Until the rain will wash you
Down the drain
Dark shades all over the city
Red blood dripping from her hand
Black clouds all over the place
She’s still sitting there
Waiting there for you to take
Her away
Until the rain will wash you
Down the drain
Accusations build on speculations
I’m overboard and out at sea
Still not quite what I
Expected it to be
And Thomas, don‘t you dare to break me
I‘m not waiting there for you to take me away
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12. |
Almost Spring
04:00
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Words have been spoken
And hearts have been broken
Now that it‘s time
To dry our tears
Each on our own
It was so damn cold
It was almost spring
We stood there amazed
And attracted to sin
But not even soap
Can wash away the dirt
of our skins
I just want you to know
That I still care
And that I still think of you
As if you were still here
‘cause not even time
can make you fade away
I just want you to know
It‘s already spring
And that I still think of you
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Agnes Milewski Vienna, Austria
Vienna based Agnes Milewski is the perfect artist for the post genre world, happier to be hopping generic boundaries and subverting expectation than nailing her colours to any one stylistic mast. She wanders through the same plaintive piano soundscapes as Tori Amos and the more commercially friendly end of the Kate Bush heyday as easily as she delivers an alt-folk vibe or a haunted pop atmosphere. ... more
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