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Neptune's Daughter
03:37
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The sky was wide and the wind blew high
I was a sailor within a siren’s sigh
And I followed rivers just to get to you
Crossing the lakes and the oceans, too
Drawn to the water to find Neptune’s daughter
I set my sails out to see
To the emerald oceans somewhere inside of me
for I am a sailor within a siren’s sigh
And I follow rivers just to get to you
Crossing the lakes and the oceans, too
The song that I offer, it must ring true
You know what it takes to make the sky turn blue
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Soma
03:03
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bit by bit
they've taken over
men behind tv screens
their faces in the magazines
we spread like mushrooms
feed me shit and keep me in the dark
but I consume therefore I am
and that is all I need to understand
we do jobs we don't like to earn money
and spend it on stuff we don't need
to impress people we don't like
and don't you dare question the purpose of this
Misogynists and hypocrites
still, you follow them like sheep
they build you up and drag you down
and all the money is theirs to keep
we do jobs we don't like to earn money
and spend it on shit we don't need
to impress people we don't like
and don't you dare question the purpose of this
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3. |
Lucid Dream
03:40
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4. |
Song 4 U
03:17
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The ocean spat me out this morning
I hit my head, the blood was running
like fire that runs through me
and it had the colour of you hair.
It drips a pattern in the snow
a trace of guilt for what we did last night
I was an open book
And you
tore the pages ’til they didn’t make any sense
and the song for you has already been written by someone else
not me.
Allow the fire to cool down a bit
before I proceed
to walk into the same direction like you
as we agreed.
I watch you from across the table
drawing white lines that will separate us
I read you like an open book
and you
tear the pages tip they don’t make any sense
and the song for you has already been written by someone else
not me.
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5. |
Stupid Cupid
04:01
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6. |
The Wall
02:35
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I’ve been studying the wall
that separates us
stone by stone
inch by inch
I used all of my will
to keep so still
focusing on the wall
that separates us
And nobody cares
what you feel
just your perfect smile
so sad
Studying the wall
that separates us
stone by stone
inch by inch
I’m building it up
stone by stone
inch by inc
stone by stone
I use all of my will
to keep so still
so maybe you will see
the truth about me
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7. |
Seven Demons
03:56
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There’s a darkness growing within you
too numb for sorrow, to cold for rage.
Screaming eyes, no sound
escaping from you howling mind.
They claim a hidden corner of your heart
all those moments that stay with us unscreamed.
Seven demons stir the sea
let those black waves come wash over me
Then maybe we could be free again
We learn too slow and we forget too fast
we find a tiny piece of truth that we follow like religion.
It ignites the fire of hatred
we add fuel to the flames.
And as we watch their countries all burning to ground,
screaming eyes, no sound escaping from their howling mouths
we summoned all the demos, we are rotten to the core
watching children’s bodies wash upon the shores
Can we ever be free again?
Can we ever be free again?
Maybe, we can be free again.
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8. |
Sleepless
03:42
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Thinking of you always makes it hard to fall asleep
so I stay up all night to watch my heart
crying, watch it bleed
Do you understand, understand
that I can’t stand myself without you
I don’t understand, understand
why it’s impossible to ignore you
And it’s hurting me that seemingly
you’re better off without me
and that the man beside me
doesn’t know me, obviously
Can we please
pretend that nothing ever happened
and you hold my hand like you hold my heart
can we please pretend that we had a happy ending
and I hate myself
I hate myself
´cause I can’t hate you
and I hate myself
I hate myself
that it’s impossible to ignore you
do you understand, understand
that I’m not allowed to love you
Dreaming of you always makes it hard to wake up.
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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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