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Carnival
03:17
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Have some fun honey bun,
Everyone thinks you should kiss someone.
Drink a ton, Tommy gun,
Every guy is dizzy on the run.
And we know just what it’s like to be unsung
When you’re drunk.
And we know just what it’s like to be outdone
In the sun of Portugal,...
Carnival.
Carry on, mystic son,
Everyone stays happy all along.
Bang a gong, almost gone,
We can all see that at last you’ve won.
And I know just what it’s like to be outdone
In the sun.
And I know that it feels like a hit and run
Being the number one,...
Number one,...
Carnival!
Carnival!
Carnival!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, carnival!
Yeah, carnival!
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2. |
Blackened Ash
02:47
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Look how all these secrets cloud the undiscovered truths
Running bent against the storm still searching for the proof
Tumble in slow motion, then echoes of a crash
Need to face this twilight world, the one with blackened ash
Relax, relax, relax!
Undisputed fog spills out the tricks of fairy tales
Slipping on a thorny yarn and leaving me impaled
Now’s the time to fade from view, pour grey in your surprise
The old warmth in our words has gone, it’s time for my reprise
Relax, relax, relax!
Hee-haw!
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Searching an entire town,
They were nowhere to be found to mess around.
Even down in Tennessee
No one cares to disagree: there are no guarantees.
Whatever happened to the American girls?
It took an hour just to prepare those curls.
Whatever happened to the American girls?
Concerned with curves.
Whatever happened to the American girls?
The greatest looking females in the whole world.
Whatever happened to the American girls?
Th’ones we prefer for sure.
Partying to the count of three,
Making sure there’s no disease or meth-amphetamines.
Thinking about a retreat
Is a thing not to repeat: we never missed a beat!
Whatever happened to the American girls?
Chewing the gum and mispronouncing all words.
Whatever happened to the American girls?
They won’t return.
Whatever happened to the American girls?
It sure was funny when they got on your nerves.
Whatever happened to the American girls?
They twirled and swirled, get lost in their world, it hurts,…
I bet you’ve never been with one of them girls.
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4. |
Racing Around The Sun
03:54
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I don’t believe in leading,
Harassing everyone.
Making it look easy,
Supposing to be strong.
Don’t wanna be speeding,
While mixing right and wrong.
It can be misleading
When riding out in front.
Imagine a world
With a magical style
And a much better version of you.
Imagine a world
Or a moment in time
Where the peace is not just for a few.
Imagine a world
Through kaleidoscope eyes
And it's you.
There’s no use in bleeding,
To show that you belong.
Honesty appearing
In the form of a song.
You should be succeeding
A mission ’til you’re gone.
It might be deceiving
When racing around the sun.
Imagine a world
With a magical style
And a much better vision for you.
Imagine a world
Or a moment in time
Where the love is not just for a few.
Imagine a world
Through kaleidoscope eyes
While spending every day with you.
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Motorcar
04:22
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Stop fractioning land in your own backyard,
Near where you are there’s a motorcar.
Get out to escape a life that’s quite hard,
Fill up your tank so you can go far.
Is it lonely where you are?
Won’t you use your motorcar?
Is it close but no cigar?
Can you use that motorcar?
Will you start the motorcar?
Quit selling the parts to pay the credit cards,
Keep staying bizarre: that’s what you are.
Ride fast on a highway, hot wheels on the tar,
And play the guitar like a superstar.
Is it lonely where you are? (use a motorcar)
Won’t you drive your motorcar? (yes, that motorcar)
Is it close but no cigar? (it’s the motorcar)
You can start the motorcar, you can start the motorcar,..
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6. |
Cloudy Boy
03:15
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I don’t mind
Pulling a reverence
Decade of discontent
Why is it I that can’t tell
A tune spins on
The melancholic song
Velvet pane of dust
Hangs between us as it must
The pale routine
Discoloured scene
Hear the music waves breathing
And the tender notes weaving
While the dust can now foretell
With a promise and a spell
Hear the crowd calling
Sing out harsh warnings
Turn the colours of the scene
From bruise to ultramarine
Your notes deep like seeds
Covering shallow weeds
Now the fading dust exhales
Final bitter sweet entrails
Eyes glittering with thrill
Forgetting tightening chills
I don't mind
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Glyphs
04:10
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What is it there for?
It wasn't there before.
Please don't go through that door.
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8. |
Her Beach
03:37
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Turquoise tides break every angle
Land draws a distant tangle
Mountains traced in wonky mist
Tender waves, ripples drift
Smooth pale stones peeping through
Music plays beneath the blue
Fight the undercurrent hiss
Counting pearly shades of mist
Sit early on the morning shore
Hear your echo's faint encore
Touch the glossy marble stones
Dream of you in pastel tones
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