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Green eyes go wild
03:19
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Sun
02:51
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Row dad, the stars will guide, we’re getting there at
night. Row dad, row fast, the Sun is gone, but do we reach the
shore! The grip of the soil, do we crave for more? The feel of a
sleep of gold. Row dad, row fast, the shore ain’t bright, but do
we glow at night! The grip of the soil do we crave for more?
The feel of a sleep of gold.
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Honeyhunters
03:01
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It is my heart that makes me do things? Is
it the night that darkens the way? Why can’t i love the sun?
How could i bare to stay? How did i end up so far away?
Honeyhunters climb their ropes and chase me away. Honey
bee stung but they went on, their fire burned and burned.
(Nobody is worth the hide) Honeyhunters climb their ropes
and chase me away. Honeybee-stung, but they went on, their
fire burned and burned.
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Mohican
02:58
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See the Black Tide, how it grows through the
streets. See, the Mountain burns like a bonfire, like our love
alone, like a bonfire! See, the Black Tide, see, it claims our
Land, see, the Spring might never come again! And down in
the Harbour, like in the end of war, when we go back home,
we seem to drift alone. Like some bonfires! Like our love
alone! Like some bonfires!
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(To step ahead is such a sight sometimes) A
book of dreams, what is there always, from before all things,
Janus’ whale in await in past and present complex and solemn,
close. He’s a Ghost too now. I did everything to return (there),
like a big headless eel and I am such a small hull now. He’s a
Ghost too now.
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Happines
02:41
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Our Sleep
03:41
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May the Moonlight guide our eyes, make the
walk back be found. May the porch light be bright. May the
walls of our rooms make our sleep safe. May the Ghosts of our
house dwell there until the night sinks back.
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Coral Face
04:14
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Seafoam hands of mother-of-pearl. A fragile
home, a coral Face. Under your shell eyes a diatom smile.
Your seaweed hair, hide of your beast heart. Under your shell
eyes a diatom smile. Your seaweed hair, a crown of spines.
Hide of your beast heart.
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Centuries
03:15
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To the Light Years i will give my body to, when
my Eyes, Limbs and Heart will become as one: dust, stars and
traces. Because one thing is clear: we don’t belong and we
never will. When my Bones will be relics, i’ll be foreigner, i’ll
be silence. Because one thing is clear: we don’t belong and
we never will.
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Sacred Stones
03:56
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Look at the horizon, i sense a storm coming
close, it resonates through the waves of the Harbour. Flickers
on the leaves, on the tip of our fingers. We should run where
the mother of my mother took me as a child. If those stones
could talk - and who said they can’t? - they would tell us
stories of billows and tides, of the ones they sheltered, of the
ones that got lost, of salt & moons, of capers & cries, how
the shoreline changed, how some things stayed, how the
shoreline changed, how some things stayed.
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