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Mamihlapinatapai
03:04
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You were so young and I was younger still
and I was drowning myself in the soundtrack to that day.
That things had gotten out of hand did not occur to me until it hit me, with the sun, upon my head.
Going down to the basement, down the slip'ry stairs
whisp'ring charms and curses from another continent
and then, that look that you gave me with your eyebrows raised,
when I looked at you so longingly!
Is it the lark or the nightingale?
Covered with blankets and darkness, I can't tell which one
and I can't even be sure if it's a turtledove
or a raven watching over me
Perhaps, I should have wronged you -
it would be indifferent to me.
And then you may turn out a saviour -
and I perhaps a snake.
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Golden Honey Mirrors
02:50
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A key fewer on my chain weighs less in my pocket but it is burden on my back every time I reach out to unlock a door; a subtle reminder of the crater that we left when we walked out.
We've been wandering alone since the holiday season, Lord, are you listening? Did my wishes for her come through? I hope that you are doing better than before, and if you hear this song I trust you'll find a channel back to let me know.
I hear you crying in the wind, I see you falling with the leaves; oh, I tried, but I failed.
The road that lies ahead is so dark that you can't see what you are headed for
and the cold's making your bones ache and your fingers turn blue
But you're moving on undisturbed by what or whoever gets in your way...
And now your lover must've been mad, I guess, when he heard the news, oh, he never unclenched his fist, never shook hands,
your weary eyes, they grew more wary over time. A set of golden honey mirrors, and my lips a used-up polish cloth.
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Suárez in HD
03:48
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It wasn’t at all like in the movies, didn’t go as singers proclaim
My bird just flew off and my friend ate all of the bread.
My beer just sat quietly in the glass, I saw from a distance how she just left, into thin air, out the door, there’s times for winning and losing.
Now, what do I know? What have I got here? These days I just spend my time growing my beard out.
It’s gone from short boxed to clean shaven and back several times,
I keep screwing up easy recipes, I live out of sync and now the air’s turning green… I walk in heavy rain and pull the garden pots out on the street.
Give me a reason, I need something to hold onto. Something to change things for the better,..
I used to be all ‘bout death or glory; then I let go and got stuck between delusions
At Beatles-age, can’t find my place, I want to be like Kenny B,
A walk in the park, my shadow’s long and slim, the bus window gives me thicker beard and smooth skin. At very reasonable fare, I got to taste a little from freedom!
I’ve nothing to say, no stories to tell; I hardly explore or experience any new things.
It’s not that I don’t want to try, I think, but I’m idly consumed
There’s a TV programme on Barcelona, I put it on but all it shows me is Suárez in HD; a bird sits outside in a tree, and my guitar’s in the corner.
Give me a reason, I need something to hold onto. I want to change things for the better,..
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Mother of Two
04:44
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Between workwear and school attire I lose track of my week
I try keeping my shirts clean but get spaghetti on my plate
It all started with this photograph of me, I barely recognised myself.
And I'm tangled up now, I'm a mother of two
I should know better but I'm bleeding
Getting cosy on the couch with a chap who's half my age
Seems so much older, though, and I may seem younger all the same.
His head on my shoulder like that of a baby's
but there's one difference and that is that his bottle is filled with wine.
And I'm tangled up now, I'm a mother of two
I should know better but I'm bleeding
You say the world is toughing up, and you could just as well be right
but I don't think that should mean, I'd have to give in right away - I don't think so
And you may think that I'm some kind of foolish dreamer
but I don't mind, 'cos I've got John Lennon on my side.
And I'm tangled up now, I'm a mother of two
I should have known better but I'm wounded and I'm bleeding
Yes I am bleeding
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Planet Blue
04:52
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Through rain-blocked glasses, I watch planet Blue lie before me in merciless perfection.
Enter The Lady Summer, beaming down the sun that dries the rain.
I feel like tears, I tremble in the wind and I wash away with the waves
My heart is restless like the sea, you are crew to its ships.
Come hoist the sails and blow the wind in for I'm leaving. Well, are you coming with me?
Barefoot, the hands are working - playful like the feather in her hair
These ship routines, “Prepare to come about!”, they are like algebra to me.
Oh she is kind and very beautiful. Then, she can be so cruel.
Oh, what a world before me, ahead on starboard and port!
Leaving this rainy day behind me. Oh, what a time to be alive!
I'm standing here naked in this simple long-sleeve T-shirt, with my hands all battered
I slayed a mere spider and I shouldn't make that bigger than it is.
This dance of ours, this game of give and ask, is a slave to the work and to chance.
You bring me up before Poseidon. I'm only passing through
Oh, what a world before me, ahead on starboard and port!
Leaving this rainy day behind me. Oh, what a time to be alive!
Oh what a world that lies before us; ahead on starboard and port!
Leaving a rainy day behind us, Oh, what a time,
oh, what a life - what a time to be alive!
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Roy de Smet The Netherlands
Roy de Smet's music is present-day minded and written in its own right, making it a unique addition to the existing, rich songwriter tradition. As a songwriter, De Smet does not feel comfortable in safety. Hence, he prefers finding himself in a blizzard of intertextual references and exotic recipes, over riding on a midnight train between two much sung-about American cities. ... more
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