1. |
Cost To Cost
03:52
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A storm is brewing and I'm in its eye
It won’t take long before I fly
I've been pulled apart and left for dead
And now the storm batters my head
Outside I lose my mind
Outside I become blind
Outside my recollections are offline
Outside I get behind
Outside I’m redefined
Outside my memories are not aligned
A lifeline's needed to get me back home
Or I will spend my days alone
You let me believe her
Going on forever
Outside I lose my mind
Outside I become blind
Outside our recollections are offline
Outside I get behind
Outside I’m redefined
Outside our memories are not aligned
Feeling worthless won’t put me to rest
So I’m just hoping for the best
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2. |
Mourner
02:59
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Sitting waiting all alone
Couple glances at his phone
Pub is packed with city slickers
Shiny shoes and watches flicker
A gin fizz downed at the bar
Drunken faces fat cigars
The hour passed now long ago
Just call me to let me know
Do you wait for someone?
I can’t wait for no one.
Do you wait for someone?
I can’t wait for no one.
Do you wait for someone?
I can’t wait for no one.
Do you wait for someone?
I can’t wait for no one.
Pin striped shirts and bogus eyes
Wink and roar a fake surprise
Plastic smiles and hollow gossip
A bar tab is set to rocket
Still no sign: I drain my wine
This is not the place to pine
Now I pace the lamp-lit streets
Cold flags crack beneath my feet
Did you hope for something?
I don’t care ‘bout nothin’.
Did you hope for something?
I don’t care ‘bout nothin’.
Did you hope for something?
I don’t care ‘bout nothin’.
Did you hope for something?
I don’t care ‘bout nothin’.
Nothing at all,…
So leave me alone!
Yes, on my own,.. Ooh.
Shiver in the autumn rain
Another evening lost in vain
Now it seems we've turned the corner
Let me play the lonesome mourner
Let me play the lonesome mourner
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3. |
Sacrament
03:26
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Me and my shadow, a moment or two
The time is right, I slip into the blue
If I’m awake, I'll stick like glue
Under those skies, if only you knew
Lost in the ether, you fade into view
Give me something to remember
I’ll wait until November, wait until November
Give me something to remember
I’ll wait until November, wait until November
Fragments of light, fleeting mountains rise
Now I’ll be dreaming with this new disguise
No map to guide, I prefer to roam
No compass to carry me safely home
Give me something to remember
I’ll wait until November, wait until November
Give me something to remember
I’ll wait until November, wait until November
Wait until November
Wait until November
Sensations vivid yet faint to touch
As they dim out, drift from my clutch
The time is right, I become your crutch
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4. |
Two Hundred
03:59
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Been told two hundred times
It’s getting outta style
Not what it used to be
The laughs and sympathy
So no one’s closing in
They don’t know what for
I’m going out the door
Black shoes, black shirts
Black boots, black skirts
White boobs, white girls
White moves, white curls
Why do you keep on wearing
Black shoes, black shirts?
Why do you keep on wearing
Black boots, black skirts?
Why do you keep on staring
White boobs, white girls?
Why do you keep on staring
White moves, white curls?
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5. |
Drifting Further Away
03:25
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Bring me the green tints of summer
Come walk in the fields for a while
Let warmth weave through our steps like fire
We’ll be drifting further away
We sit among the tangled roots
I mend your weary heart with mine
And whisper through the hours of time
We’ll be drifting further away
Let the pale clouds steal our worries
And carry them high over hills
We have our souls ready to spill
We’ll be drifting further away
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6. |
Rubble
02:50
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Here with me all the time is the rubble.
I’m afraid It’ll stay on the ground, in the sea,…
In my dreams, I don’t care, I’m a rebel.
Can you tell I’m in?
I’m aware and I reckon our good times.
Don’t you know that Sue is fine when she drinks strawberry wine?
If you come alone sometimes with that sunny sundae smile.
Out of the rubble.
Out of the rubble.
Hear my friends anytime that I level
What is good or bad of a main centerpiece.
In my dreams I don’t care if I’m a rebel.
Can you tell I’m in?
And I know it will never be the same.
Out of the rubble.
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7. |
Person Of The Weak
04:03
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Listen and see
Indecency
Unleashes herds and cavalry
Release
Says you and whose army?
Listen to insights
Calling from inside
Hearing a man sigh
What’s there to see?
A fatherhood or destiny?
Listen to insights
Calling from inside
Hearing a man sigh
Calling from inside
Hearing a man sigh
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8. |
No Routes Found
03:28
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Drifting from the sky, hostile like dusty thread.
Through the window, taps my head.
From nearby corners I can hear its cries at night,
Dares to seep in to my eyes.
Cool gloom lurks behind the door.
Waits to float from 'neath the floor.
This blackened air infests my space, invades my heart,
Gotta stop it from the start.
The dark it tries to steal our dreams always, it seems.
Live our lives through futile means.
Prowls and peeks, wants us to follow.
Gives us plenty of time to wallow.
Creaks and twists its claws around,
Watches each attempt to drown.
It does its best to mask the truth
But dawn brings up an artful sleuth.
Confront the dark in depths of night,
By morning it dissolves to light.
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Dynamo Stairs Saxon, Switzerland
Dynamo Stairs melds post-punk, jangle-rock and shoegaze dream-pop; surging and melancholic indie sounds make listeners feel nostalgic for lost times buried deep, places you can’t quite recall, and partners you never had.
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