1. |
Älgen
04:11
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when the color goes
what color shades a color
what color
white color raging
in the waiting row
I get away with it
I get the kind host
when the color goes
drenched in a new position
I keep up
I keep them waiting
bring the folded ghost
then when I miss that tunnel
I blame my bad luck
when the color goes,
bring nothing
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2. |
Duvan
04:02
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Go find my love
To you
Never gonna give it up
black slide, my love
Shoot
Touch ground, my luck
Are you
Ever gonna get it up
Fly blind, my love
Shoot
Wash it out
Can’t come
Through and through
Towards the enemy set for you
Sand in my mouth
Wash it out
set sail
Here comes a wave
Black sky, my love
Ooh
Spit it out and pull it down
Crush time, my love
Shoot
Tracks down my loan
Blue
Colors on the spinning note
Not mine, My love
Shoot
Sum up life
Flat tire
Spill it out
And watch the warning sign
Don’t try my love
Try sort it out
Better thoughts
With a second mind
Doves fly
To the ocean side
Enemies
Can watch the water and rise
Right wing dies
Facing down
can’t stop
Collide
Go find my love
For you
Never gonna give it up
black slide, my love
Shoot
Touch ground, my luck
Are you
Ever gonna get it up
Fly blind, my love
Shoot
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3. |
Kelly
03:43
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Kelly
Kelly, come back to me
So very different
This time
Around
Enemy
Enemy, carefully
Not really ready
Keep eyes open
Kelly
What the hell
Don’t you know
there’s a second rush
once we’re up by the
river you drill for me
Barely
Gone for real
In a second the wings fall off
Give it up for the final release
Carry me
Carry me, fast asleep
Bring with me every deep
dream fight crying
Never be-
Never become my mind
One little piece at a time
Trace down
What’s stolen
Kelly
What the hell
Don’t you know it’s been lit for us
Cover up all the rivers
they’re dead for us
Kelly
Nothing else
Don’t you know it’s a waste for us
Never trust in the final release
Kelly
What the hell
Don’t you know
there’s a second rush
once we’re up by the
river you drill for me
Kelly
Nothing else
Don’t you know it’s a waste for us
Never trust in the final release
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4. |
Elefanten
03:40
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För många år av sår att slicka
Känns som om man gått ut med hål
i fickan
De som tror att jag kan mer bockar av och tittar ner
Samma ögonblick som tar vad det vill ha ger tillbaka det vi gav
Ingen märker vart jag går bakom mig finns inga spår
Stannar jag är det för att försöka göra det rätt
På min mulna himmel bland tomma stränder
Grå lena stenar som rasar en i sänder
Elektriska höga skratt mörka golv och sneda väggar
En trygg plats i bakhåll där svarta ögon blänker
Ingen märker vart jag går bakom mig finns inga spår
Stannar jag är det för att försöka göra det rätt
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5. |
Went To War
03:13
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went to war for a lovable feeling
tear another instinct apart
held two pieces of a corner while I was speeding
never wash yourself up ashore
better off with the water cut off
the only living proof I’ve got is the sand that I was made of
got tired of building it up
I found that quiet place I lost was just a cell upon the river
clenched to places
we’re the bottom line
scattered with a rain cloud
still hope
to fall
I’m not running, I’m not failing
nor I’m evading
wonder where the nerves are
still numb
better off with the water cut off
the only living proof I’ve got is the sand that I was made of
got tired of building it up
I found that quiet place I lost was just a cell upon the river
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6. |
NFB
05:02
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Next to the living heart
is a burned out fuse
Motion is just glitter
No language
To you
Did knock or didn’t knock
Did knock or didn’t knock
Next to the living heart
Is a burned out fuse
I need a better start
Had enough of here
I need a different part
Heading out of here
Next to that living heart
Is a burned out fuse
Graceful in the saddle
But no land leads to you
Did walk or didn’t walk
No dreams won’t ever talk to me
Next to the living heart
Is a burned out fuse
I need a better start
Had enough of here
I need a different part
Heading out of here
I really tried my best
I really did
Didn’t expect
You to reject
What is really bad news to you
Compared to what
Whenever life is flooding
I become a cliff
Over hilltops
This time
This time you’re going to
need a lot of air
This time
This time you’re going to
need a lot of air
This time
This time you’re going to
need a lot of air
This time
This time you’re going to
need a lot of air
a lot of air
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7. |
Velodrom
03:25
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Bombhot, känns som man borde ta det på riktigt
Tonår, fast i betongvägg, räknar ett nederlag
Krig kommer tillbaks, inga drömmar kvar
Fast med mitt huvud i en velodrom
Här kommer ett slag och du menar det
Verkligen, för nu stängs musiken av
Höstdag, går efter raset där vid smutset i vindarna
Som liknar fångar som drivit in med säsongerna
Krig, det kommer tillbaks, inga drömmar kvar
Fast med mitt huvud i en velodrom
Här kommer ett slag och du menar det
Verkligen, för nu stängs musiken av
Krig kommer tillbaks, inga drömmar kvar
Fast med mitt huvud i en velodrom
Här kommer ett slag och du menar det
Verkligen, för nu stängs musiken av
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8. |
Yellow Moon
04:15
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No, my heart is turning baby
To know how to face the wave
Damnit love
don’t you strangle me
Trying to fight the flickering
the shiver in the dream
You always want to hide
when you scared of leaving me
Don’t make your love define me
When you find everything is always undermining me
You feel
You wanna hold me
You feel
You wanna hold me
Ghosts, she rules my grieving honey
But I know, we’re changing
Damnit love
No I’m not better than that
You’re trying to find a new love
Want to see it come again
You’re Always out of love
Always undeceivable
turning up to mock the flowers
Tryin to have my heart
To keep it inconceivable
And turn in like a lost survivor
You want to feel
New love I can’t give
Receive
Unused belief
Dreamt I saw you coming at me
my heart is In your black jacket
You’re leaving all your love
I know you’re gone to be with her
But I’ll see you outside Seattle
And I keep
I keep breathing your air
Hear you sing
”remember here”
There goes the yellow moon
And I keep fading here
There goes the yellow moon
And I keep fading here
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9. |
Blackfish
03:20
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Jag får ofta för mig att det blänker mer om det som folk har gjort
Annorlunda gånger längtar jag till lagom och tvärtom
Ordnar en måndag klar och fin när det sticker till
Det finns faktiskt andra människor som inte tycker som jag gör
Mormor firar halloween och bud hör bön
Gallerian restes för den helige anden
Svart bensin och burgare cd och snutar
Bara gamla mobbare sover dåligt på läger
Vaktar du åt mig medan loppet går ska vi se vem som vinner
Och filar man ner tänderna och målar blå kan vi se vem det liknar
Leker tjuv och larmet går och hela livet börjar brinna
Hur har du råd att gå och tänka på att allt är försent nu
Mormor firar halloween och bud hör bön
Gallerian restes för den helige anden
Svart bensin och burgare cd och snutar
Bara gamla mobbare sover dåligt på läger
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10. |
Pink Amason
05:15
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11. |
The Moon As a Kite
04:13
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Don’t make me holler
for your love baby
Don’t make me shiver
waking up for to see
Life could be so sweet to me
Oh, if it wasn’t for love
Oh, I’ve been a prisoner
all my life
For sure
Time is a figure
But it waits outdoors
Lie to me so sweetly
Don’t make me live for
Someone else
And you’re racing the light
With the kite of a dream
I would have known it
Love is the frozenest
Part of a stream
I would have known it
Time is a cruelty
Dive to the bottom
Of the sea, baby
You will see
If that mirror holds a place for me
I would like the moon
As a kite
Then I would dare to
Live out in the light
And you race in the light
With the kite of a dream
I would have known it
Love is the frozenest
Part of a stream
I would have known it
Time is a cruelty
Don’t put the light out
‘Til I sleep baby
You will try
To remember all we used to be
Blind but finding lights
In our minds
Love is just a signal
It lives out of light
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12. |
Clay Birds
04:26
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Clay birds
On the wire
Wind blows
For days days days
The tape rolls
Fly higher
Out of control
Waste waste waste
Oh afraid to go
If you don’t row there’ll
Be no living at all
Oh afraid to call
The kind of low that has
No meaning at all
Gotta find a piece
And I am forever bound
Forever leaving
Oh afraid to go
If you don’t row there’ll
Be no living at all
Day falls
I don’t know it
Any luck
On your wild catch
Dying to know
Of your fake loving
Don’t hold such
Waste waste waste
Oh afraid to go
If you don’t row there’ll
Be no living at all
Oh afraid to call
The kind of low that has
No meaning at all
Gotta find a piece
And I am forever bound
Forever leaving
Oh afraid to go
If you don’t row there’ll
Be no living at all
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