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Set many thinkers a blaze,
A fire friendlier phase,
Burn all there is to be found,
How sharp can you be ten feet underground?
A bunch of fuckers alone, is that what you like to call them?
I don't see all of what you see, so tell me what is your problem?
There's smoke that takes you down below,
And leaves you for dead along the road,
Alone with a howling lullaby,
When your lungs turn as black as the nightly sky
A bunch of fuckers alone, is that what you like to call them?
I don't see all of what you see, so tell me what is your problem?
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Traveller
03:47
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Upwards is my new direction,
I'll climb some shrieking stairs,
Where jaded skies, avoid the angry,
Nobody's eyes seem to watch me anymore,
Well I'm a dog, and running through the door,
Children's laughter in the wind will, calm my worried mind,
In clouded greatness, where the pipers shine
Raindrops in a wedge of time,
Link all of us in fray,
Remembering to forget today,
Tomorrow's yesterday
Soft clouds and feathered wishes,
Indulge the thirsty eye,
But the bubble bursts, the story's been told,
Where's our promised paradise, lover?
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Palaver
07:22
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Stirring in the void, lies the progeny of gloom,
In the midst of mayhem, he slips their minds impune,
A bitter harlequin, who ends the joke too soon,
Chagring through the ages, he's a common house buffoon
Silky garments cloak nothing,
No one climbs our ladder,
It's far from interesting,
It's just good palaver
Beneath a sea of turmoil, comes wish for lenghty boon,
A voice that softly whimpers while the persecutors croon,
Searching all the lands, where opportunities may loom,
He was eager to hear songs, but they were charging for their tunes
Silky garments cloak nothing,
No one climbs our ladder
It's far from interesting,
It's just good palaver
How many times must the moon escape the sun?
How long 'till those two become one?
We may not last forever, but this song here just might,
So to all my friends I bid a fair good night.
Good night, good night, good night, good night
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The lights of the corridor, begin to fade
Our shadow seems to grow, alone in vain
Sounds of feet come near, above the roof
We've seen footprints up there, so there's the truth
The room is filled with readers of the mind
Chronic quiescence, a lesson in divine
I've told you to beware, to mind your step
Walls framed in infamy, give you reason to fret
You hurry to the balcony, to breathe the air
Neighbours laugh at your misery, it's good, it's fair
The room is filled with readers of the mind
Chronic quiescence, a lesson in divine
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Time to Come
04:50
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Night came abruptly on my knees,
I thought i'd still have time to enjoy the summer breeze,
But they've already started packing up the gifts,
We'll have to head to where the oceans shift,
It might be too dark to see, what the basket holds for each of us,
But there shall be given, a chance to be serious
The dawn will eventually arrive, like angels descending from the skies,
Remorseful doubts shall dissipate and everyone will love what you create
The dawn will eventually arrive, like angels,
Remorseful doubts shall dissipate and everyone will love what you create
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Wouldn't it be nice to have peace running through your (veins) ?
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
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Strange Coats Aveiro, Portugal
Strange Coats are André Martins, António Ventura,
Miguel Menano & Pedro Teixeira
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