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Home
03:43
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She watched the city
The city she was born in
She watched the gray
Relentless tide of forlorn faces
The figures of the windblown, worried
Dispossessed of dreams
Rushing along the streets
In the narrowness of shopping and getting home, getting home.
She heard the noise
Of people, traffic, and she knew that each was lost in the
Privacy of their own pursuit
Not noticing one another
No hand reached out to to touch her,
the lights changed three times
while she stood there on the edge of the street
Trying to get home, to get home.
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Test Case Song
03:27
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This is a test, I try to put my mind at rest
This restlessness - I detest.
All is red, blood and sweat
I hold my breath, I’m already bored to death when you
Use your desperation as a source of inspiration,
seems you’ve found a formula.
I have this urge to verbalise
The words need to get organised
This song commercialised
The artist must be recognised
So use your desperation as a source of inspiration
Seems you've found a formula
Ain’t it good to have a couple of these in your sleeve
So when you need, you can compete
So you think you know it all
Chandeliers and wrecking ball
A stage of circus tricks
Tits and arse and sexy bits.
So use your desperation as a source of inspiration
Seems you've found a formula
Ain’t it good to have a couple of these in your sleeve
So when you need, you can compete
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Weile Weile Waile
04:19
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There was an old woman
she lived in the woods
Weile, weile, waile
She had a baby
three months old
down by the river Saile
She had a pen knife
long and sharp
Weile, weile, waile
She stuck the pen knife
in the baby’s heart
down by the river Saile
There were three loud knocks
knocking at the door,
Weile, weile, waile
Three police men
and a special branch man
down by the river Saile
They took the woman
and she got hung
Weile, weile, waile.
And that was the end
of the woman in the woods
down by the river Saile
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Raven
04:25
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Darkness spreads like ravens wings
Wraps you up and pulls you in
Blanket of black on my back
Sudden display of affection
Strange emotions, guilt projection
Follow clichés in vicious circles
And it’s turning you upside down
Lifting you up from the ground
Singeing your roots with the deadliest of fires
When the night turns into day
Raven come, take me away
Blanket of black on my back
And it’s turning you upside down
Lifting you up from the ground
Singeing your roots with the deadliest of fires
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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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