1. |
Duende
04:12
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Sinner, float away...
At last
God knows, where I've been...
Spinster
God knows, where I've been...
He knows al of the facts
I’ve been thinking
Spinster
Medicate me
Under the sea
Who is the fool living on top of the mountain
Watching us wasting our lives below
Spinster
Medicate me
Under the sea
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2. |
Headlong
06:07
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Must have tripped of
on a rainy day
when a man drenched in his coat
took me aboard
his ship
(his ship) like a woman scorned lay restless
when he finally spoke
jabbering his chin
come and meet her then
for me he had something in store
I've should have noticed then
but I had my hands full
remembering my own name
a two coin trip
into death's arms
temper temper
I urge you to remember
write down the names of those who came before
help others see
in their dark troubled minds
all books tell tales
but you'll have to pay,
if you're planning
to go
this way
guess I should have noticed then
but I had my hands full
remembering
my own
name
a two coin trip
into death's arms
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3. |
Geometry
05:19
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I've got nowhere to look
I've got nowhere to hook
I've got to keep my mind sane
I'm a bear in a bush
I'm a man in a rush
I'm a man dressed as a bear hiding in a bush
your price is right
if your price is right
I might do you wrong
I might do you right
Stop those irritating voices
patrolling around my head
In my right state of mind
I've got no place for hate or lies
Leave your past behind (leave yourself behind)
there's no rules here
you are
(geometry is the language of life)
© Brun Croes
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4. |
Claudine
05:10
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Chills run cold, while I walk the desperate road to the finish line
Come as competitive as you are, run me by
Riding on the carousel, racing horses made of porcelain
They abide, leaving me kaleidoscope eyed
You came to concur many things
Which one I am, I’ve been many things
Brace yourself, Claudine
Her skin is soft a silk, but she's a ride that got trilled, I'm prepared to be deceived.
Come as illusive as you tend to be
Riding on the carousel, racing horses made of porcelain
They abide, leaving me kaleidoscope eyed
You came to concur many things
Which one I am, I’ve been many things
Brace yourself, brace yourself, Claudine
Claudine,
Cloud shaped castle await
With pony tail shapes
Concur the ties that bind
Leave with a satisfied mind, my ass
Claudine,
Comprehend your chance here
Don't trow away romance dear
I ain’t no heretic
Prepare for happy ending
you came to concur many things
Which one I am
Grace yourself, come brace yourselves, Claudine
Chills run cold, as we walk the desperate road to the finish line...
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5. |
Trinkets
04:56
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Due for
Yesterday
Another failure here
Acceptance
Is overrated
Pull my life away
We are all but trinkets
Here on a stray train
The song of the banshee
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Kobalt Antwerpen, Belgium
Formed and based in the caverns of the centre of Antwerp, Kobalt brings imagery in music and sounds, telling tales with noise and voice. Influenced by stories and colors, true people and structures; Kobalt embraces the eclectic coming and going of waves. Four people with a variety of sounds and a live energy invite you to a journey that will not leave you untouched. ... more
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