1. |
Hours
04:56
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We went to bed, I couldn't sleep
It's just skin touching skin
The clock read 4:03
Just three more hours,
to decide what to keep
I swam, was out of breath
Buried my face, in your vest
My fists, blood meets stone
It's just a house, not a home
Strangers dancing at night
Sweat dripping, arms up high
It's just a dream, it might
I've tried, I've tried, I've tried
We went to bed, I couldn't sleep
It's just skin touching skin
The clock read 4:03
Just three more hours,
to decide what to keep
I swam, was out of breath
Buried my face, in your vest
My fists, blood meets stone
It's just a house, not a home
Strangers dancing at night
Sweat dripping, arms up high
It's just a dream, it might
I've tried, I've tried, I've tried
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2. |
Poison Ivy
04:01
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The sweat slowly trickles down,
making tiny rivers across my arms
As it makes its way through the dirt,
my hands gathered from the ground
I've got bruises on my legs,
from climbing onto that bridge
Poison ivy woven in its bars,
a crown made for good luck
And september
Tangled members,
of this family
Mother wait for me
The sweat slowly trickles down,
making tiny rivers across my arms
As it makes its way through the dirt,
my hands gathered from the ground
I've got bruises on my legs,
from climbing onto that bridge
Poison ivy woven in its bars,
a crown made for good luck
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3. |
Sunday Kid
04:10
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Sleep until the morning sighs
Your back turned and folded against mine
The writing on your arm
Some lost poem you recalled
The tepid water coats your knees
I balance and wholeheartedly agree
When you state the night makes free
Magnolia blossoms before the heat
A darksome puzzle enfolds your spine
You deny it but I feel it as I slide
My hands down to your thighs
My dear this longing wasn’t mine
Different matters mind from heart
Unbelieve as I pick them apart
Cause it’s allright
You embrace me as we meet
Your familiar scent it entirely engulfs me
As you wrap your coat around
A Sunday kid who’s new in town
Different matters mind from heart
Unbelieve as I pick them apart
Cause it’s allright
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4. |
Ruins in Blue
04:06
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Ruins in blue,
near the sea
Hundreds of lilies,
spread out in front of me
I walked across,
the pier
Waiting for you,
to reappear
The shadows danced,
on your face
Deeply mysterious,
a swan without grace
Ruins in blue,
in my stride,
A proud demeanour,
a wolf without a hide
A siren song,
for the bold
A silent ceremony,
left without a word
I had a hunch,
you might call
No, I didn't change my mind,
I'm still without love
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5. |
Petrichor
04:42
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There is beauty in the lines you can’t read
Sudden hesitation finds its peak
As the bells chime right there in the street
I rode down the hill braking with my feet
As we rode to the carnival I fell asleep
Making tiny resolutions with my heart
The children made the bonfire crack and growl
And I watched them dance around it all night long
Crack a bone and then set it right
A million pieces dust in light
And I only ever needed time
I feel fine, I feel fine, I feel fine
There is beauty in the lines you can’t read
Sudden hesitation finds its peak
As the bells chime right there in the street
I rode down the hill braking with my feet
As we rode to the carnival I fell asleep
Making tiny resolutions with my heart
The children made the bonfire crack and growl
And I watched them dance around it all night long
Crack a bone and then set it right
A million pieces dust in light
And I only ever needed time
I feel fine, I feel fine, I feel fine
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6. |
In the Cold
06:00
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This silence,
it fills the air
The bed,
we used to share
A stale coffee,
and the morning is gone
Along with,
the promise of home
In the cold,
of sleeping alone
Your body,
I used to know
It unfolds,
and turns to dust
A cry for,
a love long lost
And comfort me dear,
when I am wrong
When you're the one I've sent away
And comfort me love,
when in doubt,
I'm as much lost as you are
These two years,
I've been a king
So lost in,
the lines on your face
But I needed to see,
you leave
So hard when,
you won't believe
And comfort me love,
when I am wrong
When you're the one I've sent away
And comfort me dear,
when in doubt,
I'm as much lost as you are
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7. |
Pulse
04:23
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The pencil slips through your fingers,
as you draw your childhood home
The wine you drink slowly lingers,
and softens your voice
While sweetly whispering
Your hand on my back
And my pulse races
The things I neglect,
while fighting the lines
No sudden movement as I might scare you
But there’s need for motion as you kiss goodbye
When silence forms ice
Creeping and crawling its way in your eyes
It’s silver and gold
This mighty not knowing although it holds,
my heart in a knot and it won’t come off
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8. |
Hospital
05:23
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Last night, in that hospital room
You took a sigh and locked eyes with the nurse across your bed
She said you're in luck my dear boy,
one more day and you'd be far away from us all
And take all the time,
you need to calm your mind
And I do know,
that the sirens will call but not show
When you're looking at the shore
Your parents took us to the coffee machine
We sat down in that bleak old dining room
The sliding doors, they opened up and they closed
You appeared and controlled your every move
And take all the time,
you need to calm your mind
And I do know,
that the sirens will call but not show,
when you're looking at the shore
Your face full of hurt and disdain
You threw a rock it made waves till the end of the stream
We slept all day slowly drifting away
In the car with your feet, curled up, next to mine
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9. |
Scales
06:21
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Lay your heart in the scale
Will it tip over?
Or will it fall down?
Just to heavy for holding
Your palms touch mine
So easy to wonder,
if it's all worth while,
or better just to hide
Don't you worry
Your lungs will fill up in time
Don't you worry
I'm here and I won’t divide
I've seen the lighting strike,
all over the river and into the night
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Astronaute Hasselt, Belgium
Myrthe Luyten, the voice of Astronaute, had been searching for a while. Not just for herself, but also for the right way to magically transform her comfort into music. She wrote, she deleted and re-wrote. The result is called ‘Petrichor’: nine songs that read like short stories, with a soundtrack that swings from Sam Amidon to Sharon Van Etten. ... more
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