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Wassily
03:48
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could be in a field of rust
nearby the Old Porch Road of dust
filthy greens around it's square
like if Kandinsky kicked his pencils there
could be just a day in may, having a laugh caused by
could be
in Saint Andrews yard
four friends
climbing in its heart
just above the ground she sweeps the leaves
dreamy on my tail I sweep the leaves
wrap your overcoat oh lofty dream
fly away like ball across the meadow on a freeze when the train goes fast
dreamy on my tail
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Paraffin
04:40
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please don’t divide us or let us decide to
to anyone
to everything
slipped out of bed to watch the dead pass through
the marching boots
searching for recruits
the black line
the benefit a tailspin the paraffin I ran across a black line
the black days that followed I ran across a black line
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Bird Migration
04:52
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rusting straw in the wind
like a kite on a broomstick
thirty-first with empty teeth
camped in the fields of farmers weed
winter sun and cloudy days
lead with faith in the changing
moon by San the grain in done
humming for leaves and dreams to come
the cloudy days
tiny sweep a farm a line silver buildings of rice
winter-sun and cloudy days
by the time they house trees
I'll catch the breeze left inside
make me one one of yours
please let me fly fly away tonight
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4. |
Leisure
03:50
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where your answers will be depends on
depends on how you plan
plan your big escape
who said I wanted you to go?
losing temper on my appetite
theme of unmarried men
plan my big escape
who said you wanted me to go?
struggling awake for a dawn departure
llistening to a Drake-line I laugh and linger
crossing a lake in the rearview brown fur
storing a cake for the sake of leisure
someone always comes along and will block out your sun
your sun
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5. |
Reading Waves
03:56
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the waiter's lighthouse
on top of the hill
is reading the blue waves
they tell him their will
somewhere in the very old dunes
of the Kolmannshead desert
three miners are digging on the track
and all the pearls of sweat
one hundred and four clicks
for lush white steam
built in eighty-six days
through the polishing cream
somewhere in the very old dunes
three miners and a shover
delve dirt with orders to present
what they might discover
everything man found there
should be given in return
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1601
05:22
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from a latch nine floors above
the Wilshire Way a hooded man
shouted I've no love
minister peace officer
all given up trying to change
shouted I've no love
this time no stick and move
pissed off words to prove
heavyweight fighter walked in
holding the fire getaway
playing violin
several rounds it looked as through
Clay was going to fail
playing violin
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Muzzle
04:40
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while some ashes floating in the night
make my ears bleed all the greed with wine
never thought that sunny afternoons
would need a pair of longs and dust saloons
done two weeks in only seven days
make the switch light go out in a blaze
paraffin and boiling river sand
catch my drift don't leave the coffee canned
before she went she just raised us all
singing paintings on the wall
while I am waiting for
the mind sold in this candy store
spice enters round the hatch
it gave me this itch I can't scratch
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8. |
Half a Dozen Questions
04:58
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thinking of my clothes and what to say
sitting talk to bright screen words on delay me down
heavy is the head that wears the crown
this
what is this flooring?
cold eyes are searching
I'm in a hot spring
as far as I can think
the iron game with sink
suddenly they take aim
mulling and my eyes screwed tightly shut
humming lip to dark blind words in dust me down
heavy is the head that wears the crown!
I got this world quite neatly taped
the moon has left with a view
the air I breathe
the ocean sea the largest too
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Endeavor
05:08
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on the teeth of a shark
she's waiting
facing Atlantic dark rain scrapers
fill the air
upon burning red life
she's waiting
digging Dune Forty-five years old and
still not there
It's not the tide of light that turns your head around
It's not the tide of light that makes your wild goose found
soaking shirt from a wall
she's waiting
counting height of a falling paperwork
is still there
you know the room but didn't walked the floor!
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Woods on Fire Utrecht, Netherlands
Woods on Fire enthuasiastically play alternative music, full of dynamics and contrasts, reacting to conventions in rock, electronics and noise.
Their debut album was released in November 2014
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