1. |
Golden
03:50
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GOLDEN
Oh speck of dust, solitary
Making it seem so easy
Draw up the light
Picking up stones will never be
Painting in the dead of the night
Cracks in the wall final call
You dream of a place that you can never see
Draw up the light
Picking up stones will never be
Painting in the dead of the night
They were golden
They were golden across the sea
You come with me
Pretty soon you’ll see
Cut me a tree on your knee
Looking for breath in all this villainy
Draw up the light
Picking up stones will never be
Painting in the dead of the night
They were golden
They were golden across the sea
You come with me
Pretty soon you’ll see
Found you in circles
Places I know you go where there’s nothing
No water flow
I take you as you are
Nothing to hold
We’ll conquer all the fear all day
We’ll never grow old
They were golden
They were golden across the sea
You come with me
Pretty soon you’ll see
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2. |
Locks
03:39
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LOCKS
Pandemonium oh honestly
Manufactured words won’t set you free
Sink your lips into a cake of rock
You lost your teeth but you learn from shock
Now I know
With you I would go
And oh now I know oh
With you I would go
You I gave you the keys go put them in a box
Wrap it up sound you’ll need ten thousand locks
Keep the door closed don’t open when there’s knocks
No
Who did you think I was
No
Give me time, take a year long
I’ve been there
You I gave you the keys go put them in a box
Wrap it up sound you’ll need ten thousand locks
Keep the door closed don’t open when there’s knocks
No
Who did you think that I was
Who did you think I was
No
I’ve been there
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3. |
Medusa
03:16
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MEDUSA
Find a set of wings on a blacked out plane
Dirty sky
The clouds came down and
Oh but just some more
Oh you’ve had everything and
Pulling on the ropes there’s a storm out there
Dirty sky
A paper house won’t keep out all the rain
Oh it should never be in vain
Why won’t this kill us
Your hands are still clean to me-
Oh why I know you’re asking me why
Oh why I know you’re asking me why
Long, long day where is everyone
We’ve been working for too long
We’ve been working far too long
Beauty, firework factory
Burning their worries so maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
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4. |
Roma
04:14
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ROMA
Rome, oh Rome
Where is your empire in the ground
A pile of stones
Take out the wind there's not a sound
Hundreds of years
Yet it's all stayed the same
Just different coloured clothes
And a different sounding name
The weather keeps on changing
But the sky’s still there
The lights had led me to the front
And burnt me like a flare
Oh what is this anchor here
Why won't it just disappear
Driven by a fear that just won't go
And yet you come so close
Yet you're so far away
It doesn't have to be uphill
Rome oh Rome
Cycles of nature you can see
We've got frail bones
We could just break so easily
Hundreds of years
Yet it's all stayed the same
Just different coloured clothes
And a different sounding name
The weather keeps on changing
But the sky's still there
The lights had led me to the front
And burnt me like a flare
Oh what is this anchor here
Why won't it just disappear
Driven by a fear that just won't go
And yet you come so close
Yet you're so far away
It doesn't have to be uphill
Craters in the street
Now are things you have to keep
Saw you in my sleep
With diamonds in a rubbish heap
And you'll never know
Things will stay untold
Some things will never be
Oh what is this anchor here
Why won't it just disappear
Driven by a fear that just won't go
And yet you come so close
Yet you're so far away
It doesn't have to be uphill
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5. |
Katyusha
03:58
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6. |
Runaway
03:52
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RUNAWAY
Come and walk with me
I’ve sourced a life you could have
You could have, you could have
I’ve sourced a life you could have
You could have, you could have
Come and walk with me
I’ve sourced a life you could have,
You could have, you could have
I’ve sourced a life you could have,
You could have, you could have
Why did you run away, run away
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7. |
Saigon
03:23
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8. |
Brokenworld
04:15
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BROKENWORLD
You read your milky eyes
The world was broken in many ways
The man with the golden gun
He ate the silver sun
They raked up all the sea thinking
That it would set them free
There’s a way out of this ocean
You and I, you and I
Take my hand there is no potion
You read your milky eyes
The world was broken in many ways
You brushed aside the day
When shots were fired in a shocking way
You brushed aside the day
When shots were fired in a shocking way
There’s a way out of this ocean
You and I, you and I
Take my hand there is no potion
Watch that they don’t take you out
Walk the line
Off the ground
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9. |
Zoo Story
03:49
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10. |
Trojan Stalks
02:22
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TROJAN STALKS
Out where the trees burn,
The slate was made for you to learn
Give time, plastic mess, romanticised
Seen through their bloodshot eyes
Out where the trees burn
The obfuscations that they churn
Torrential, overdrive, to swim you dive
You’ve stirred a big bee-hive
Floaters in your eye
Stare at the sky
Dreamy days gone by, you’ll justify
And time will fly,
You make reasons why,
Money’s tight
Duty’s light
Hopeless sigh
It’ll be alright, alright
It’ll be alright, alright
It’ll be alright
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11. |
Floods
02:53
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FLOODS
Floods are in my big green pasture
Lock the gates and tell
A dirty creek of false disaster
Go and ring the bell
I cut the line of empty fables
Watch them grow again
A deal on a fallen table
Going round the bend
Brush them off, don’t give a light of day,
Nothing could be so fine
In a world where you don’t have to pay
How could you even see boy with your head on fire,
The fighting on the inside but there’s peace,
There’s peace for me
Nothing’s what it seems,
Come back home
Nothing’s what it seems,
Come back home ‘oh nothing’
Brush them off, don’t give a light of day,
Nothing could be so fine
In a world where you don’t have to pay
How could you even see boy with your head on fire,
The fighting on the inside but there’s peace,
There’s peace for me
You look ahead while all the things to see are way back there
You’re in the desert now with nothing but a fold up chair
You look ahead while all the things to see are way back there
You’re in the desert now with nothing but a fold up chair
Nothing’s what it seems
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12. |
Polen
02:09
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Szymon Sydney, Australia
Music was Szymon Borzestowski's life. He loved it, lived it, breathed it. A bright, brilliant talent, the young Newcastle
artist would lose himself in his bedroom studio for days, honing his humble yet hypnotic artpop.
Sadly, Szymon lost his life at just 23. Lovingly curated by family and friends, 'Tigersapp' is the record he would have released, a glimpse into the vibrant world he hoped to share.
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