1. |
Walls
03:10
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Behind these walls
Put a frame on the wall, put a frame on the wall
Forget that, forget that the wall is behind.
Put a frame on the wall, put a frame on the wall.
We could write upon the walls
Just like people write upon façades
Or on the wall that guards a working worksite
Or on the inside walls of prisons but we never do that.
Who built these walls?
Draw a line on the wall, draw a line on the wall
You'll see that, you'll see that the wall is behind.
Draw a line on the wall, draw a line on the wall.
We could write upon the walls
Just like people write upon façades
Or on the wall that guards a working worksite
Or on the inside walls of prisons but we never do that.
Paintings hide walls
Walls kill paintings
Paintings exist because of walls.
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2. |
Entretemps
03:29
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Woken from midday dreams
Hailstones raining on the glass behind
Place my head outside
Surprised to see the sun up high
In between, in between.
Cannot find words to say
Grateful it from your lips came
You sent me your favourite song
Surprised to know I'd do the same.
In between, in between.
Blanket of blue sits above all the time
I'm waiting for grey
That same song, on repeat, never ends, infinite.
It goes out of tune.
Blanket of blue sits above all the time
I'm waiting for grey
That same song, on repeat, never ends, infinite.
It goes out of tune.
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3. |
Discovered
02:25
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People all say that you are the one,
a saviour of our generation
But I never saw the magic in you,
in fact I see nothing at all.
Smiles, smiles, smiles, smiles.
All the goddamn time.
Liked, you get liked.
All the goddamn time.
You seem to float up high on a cloud
that sits way up higher than others
But I'd bring you down a level or two,
until you are here with us all.
Smiles, smiles, smiles, smiles.
All the goddamn time.
Liked, you get liked.
All the goddamn time.
They'll see you now,
for what you are.
People see you now,
for what you are.
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4. |
Consent
02:02
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5. |
Distance
04:01
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Sitting in silence
with an empty mouth
Distant audience
is lost in sound
Withdraw into words
that fill noisy heads
Whispering low voice
Not to be heard
Words start to fill up with sound
Reach ears
Return to conversation
Words start to fill up with sound
Reach ears
Return to conversation
Honeyed talk leaves the
mouths of those around me
Against undertones
cannot be heard
Quieting stories
that seek lasting volume
Leaking out so slow
Form silent lines
Words start to fill up with sound
Reach ears
Return to conversation
Words start to fill up with sound
Reach ears
Return to conversation
A susurration,
a declaration,
an affirmation, now
To find your voice
To find your voice
To find your voice
Words start to fill up with sound
Reach ears
Return to conversation
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6. |
Glasgow
02:53
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An endless autumn from beginning to end
Car lights reflect in water under your feet
An endless line of neon lights
Sit underneath a sky so grey it blends into rivers rough.
It's familiar, these long streets where
some new faces show a smile
Open eyes, repeated moments
Against backdrops seen before
Geometric shapes cut into the land
Shells of ships once built fall down by the side
Move quickly from the place to place
The elements rains down on legs, bare, who do defy the cold.
It's familiar, these long streets where
the same faces show a smile
Some new faces appear, widely smiling
Backdrops seen before.
Open my eyes whilst rain, comes into my collar.
Happy when it rains.
People make your day
Give you everything they never had
An affinity
A shared feeling that's held deep inside.
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7. |
Fade & Wilt
02:33
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Flowers fade, they lose their colour
As all the leaves hit the ground,
they fade and wilt.
Colours change, dust it lands.
Paper falls from the walls.
Coloured cheeks pale, no longer dancing
My skirt's not spinning around,
I'm standing still.
Colours change, dust it lands.
Paper falls from the walls.
The youth they will stay late, late into the night
The youth they will stay late, later than you or I
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8. |
Transition
03:39
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When the red turns to brown
and the brown turns to grey (grey)
I will feel it in the air, I will see it everywhere
There's a greyness in the sky
and a blueness floods the sea (sea)
You will see it in your mind,
you will see it everywhere.
A red, a red now becomes a brown, mellow
A green that was once blue
becomes a shade of yellow
There's a redness in the sky
and a greenness in the field (field)
They will feel it in the air, they will see it everywhere.
See a yellow in my eyes
and a light on my face.
We will note in our minds,
we can feel it in the air.
A red, a red now becomes a brown, mellow
A green that was once blue
becomes a shade of yellow
There's a blackness in the night
but a whiteness in my view.
I can see it everywhere, I can see it in the sky.
There are changes all around
if you open up your mind, see it now
We have seen it in our minds,
we have seen it everywhere.
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9. |
Everything is in colour
05:19
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Lord of infinite spaces
You have peace in between your hands
Spill it, Lord, I beg of you
And show my brothers, a better place to live.
Everything in colour
Everything in colour
Thorns always shout
Flowers are always hushed
Let the thorns be hushed.
Let us follow this path
to see which light we find
This light on earth,
that man turns out.
Lord of infinite spaces
You have peace in between your hands
Spill it, Lord, I beg of you
And show my brothers, a better place to live.
Everything is in colour
and we will learn to love all of the earth
with white love
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