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A member of the council found
ancient scriptures carved in stone
hidden deep below
in the wisemen’s senate house.
Old priests shudder in fear
Hell in Earth will come for real.
What they had found
was the song of Prophet Josh.
Fire, death and blood.
The song tells the extinction of
a civilization lost
many centuries ago.
Sun won’t be rising no more son.
Infinite darkness is bound to come.
Noah told Josh:
“Ash is what we will become”
“Find me room in the ground,
somewhere I can rest my bones”
“Bury me in the coal”
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Sun won’t be rising no more son.
Infinite darkness is bound to come.
“Knights, kings, ghouls and ghosts,
ash is what you turned into”
“Raven, cawing my song,
Will you bury me below?”
“Father, please hold on,
can I have a last smoke?”
Sun won’t be rising no more son.
Infinite darkness is bound to come.
Panic in crowded streets
As the prophecy is revealed.
Setting sun will show
the end of life as it is known.
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2. |
Heart Only Pumps Poison
04:13
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Give in,
fall and crawl.
He swore
to love you for real.
Ill-treated
out of spite.
Hey babe,
you deserve better.
You deny
what you feel.
What’s the point
in keeping still?
What’s the point
In taking pills?
What’s the point?
Drowsy eyelids,
senses fading away.
Reveries,
Groans and moans.
In trance,
sore eyes and downcast.
So now,
what’s the score?
No doubt,
you deserve better.
What’s the point
in keeping still?
What’s the point
in ripping your wrists?
What’s the point
in drinking bleach?
What’s the point?
Now your senses
slowly fade away.
A cold breeze.
A freezing breath.
And that spark
that no more shines.
Your eyes
are getting blind.
A big blur.
And then you realize
your life is fading away.
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Pack all your stuff
into the car.
If you consent,
we will be gone.
I’ll keep driving
all the night long.
Let’s leave behind
streetlights and smog.
There’s no love.
There’s no love.
Run is the thing
we better do.
If we’re gone now,
we are gone for good.
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Babe this is the end of the line.
I feel wretched and there’s nothing I can do.
No surprise you dumped me like this.
Then you pushed me to become an underdog.
No surprise that you changed your mind.
Suddenly you realized that you were wrong.
You have fucked around with my heart.
(You) Shouldn’t expect no mercy from this heart of mine.
Off you go.
When love has wrecked and drowned.
Off you go.
I won’t see you no more.
Off you go.
(It’ll be) Better if you go home.
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5. |
Homesick Country Tune
02:49
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I’ll pretend that you’re still around
but it just won’t do.
Babe I miss you (so) much.
It drives me to despair.
Your cold feet in bed.
Your filthy dirty tricks.
I’ll pretend that you’re still around
but it just won’t do.
Babe I miss you (so) much.
It drives me to despair.
The scent of cigarettes.
The way you pulled my leg.
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6. |
Worth You
04:02
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Every word that I have said
was meant to hurt you.
Every move that I have made
Was meant to hurt you…
… and it worked perfectly.
‘Cause sometimes I feel that I’m not worth you.
Slowly slaughtering your heart.
Searching your total collapse.
I’m not worth you.
‘Cause sometimes I feel that I’m not worth you.
Every second of it.
Tears running down your cheeks.
I’m not worth you.
Every word that I have said
was meant to hurt you…
… and it worked perfectly.
‘Cause sometimes I feel that I’m not worth you.
Slowly slaughtering your heart.
Searching your total collapse.
I’m not worth you.
‘Cause sometimes I feel that I’m not worth you.
Every second of it.
Tears running down your cheeks.
I’m not worth you.
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7. |
Love Song
03:56
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The words of my songs
are the essence of love
or so you do say,
though I can’t see how.
Don’t tell me I’d save your life with a love song.
Ordinary guys
that sing love songs
score with white lies,
so don’t get it wrong.
The real thing is not made of pretty love songs.
You fell in love with my songs.
I made a fool of you.
I lied my way into you.
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8. |
Clementine
00:36
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9. |
M.A. In One-Night Stands
03:00
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I’ve been severely drinking to death
trying to erase your image from my head.
But it’s no use and I’m afraid
that you still have some explaining to do.
No fucking way I’m doing this,
but tonight I’ll let it go.
I went to the pub by popular demand
determined to do something I would regret.
You were loaded and I turned a cynical smile
whilst you were saying “You look awesome tonight”
No fucking way I’m doing this,
but tonight I’ll let it go.
I know she’s not coming back.
But this is a tale of woe.
Yeah, I think I’ll let it go.
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10. |
Paper M
01:46
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11. |
Whitherin´ Downs
03:35
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It’s been a long long way up north.
It’s been a long long way back home
and you try to figure out
whether the effort is worth.
Light a cig and take a glance.
Loath to admit it’s part of you.
Bit by bit it comes back to you
all the shit you have been through.
Miners demonstrated on hunger strike.
Dad was much too old and fired alike.
Add injury to insult and keep your head down.
Got tears, blood and sweat to get off the town.
You were treated like dirt by boys at school.
God only knows why kids are so cruel.
You can dye your hair and buy new clothes.
But you cannot hide from where you belong.
Miners demonstrated on hunger strike.
Dad was much too old and fired alike.
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It happens twice a day:
I find her in my way.
She’s a commuter girl
Always waiting for her train.
I get petrified
while she moves ahead,
gracefully waves her hair
and disappears among the crowd.
And I spend night and days
daydreaming about her,
guessing what her name could be
or the tone of her voice.
And I know this might sound foolish.
Normally I don’t do this.
Just as long as she there every morning
then my joy will be complete.
Oh, it’s so sweet.
I try to synchronise
when she arrives and departs,
and cut in front of her
to get a sight of all her face.
Standstill pictures of
glimpses I have caught
is all I’ll ever had
and I will keep it like that.
And if you see me next to her
I’ll be standing quietly.
‘Cause I don’t want to spoil
the expectations I have on her.
And don’t care (if) she doesn’t notice
‘cause it’s perfect the way it is.
And if she ever gets to know me
Then I’ll rather cut my veins.
Oh, it’s insane.
I try to synchronise
when she arrives and departs,
and cut in front of her
to get a sight of all her face.
Standstill pictures of
glimpses I have caught
is all I’ll ever had
and I will keep it like that.
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13. |
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Though this time I’ve learned
not to take for granted stuff like love from you.
And it serves me right:
I fear I’ll hardly get well from these wounds.
And I guess it’s your style:
Hit in the back and run.
Seasons may pass
but you’ll never change your ways and you’ll be
hopeless and lonely in the end.
Admit it,
loneliness is a sour brew to drink.
You will see,
loneliness is a sour brew to drink.
The ground is gonna swift
beneath your feet when you do realize
that you are all alone
and you will never be anymore by my side.
And I guess that it’s fine,
I love to spoil all the fun.
Seasons may pass
but you’ll never change your ways and you’ll be
hopeless and lonely in the end.
Admit it,
loneliness is a sour brew to drink.
You will see,
loneliness is a sour brew to drink
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14. |
Untitled
05:24
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