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Of all the places I'm coming from Of all the secrets That I have kept undone Release your ammunition And let go of all your guns Your daughters will grow old And all your sons might die young It's early like all past And it's late like all future You're lonely like a mast You're as hungry as a vulture Now the sound of sirens That ring with the midnight call And all the unheard whispers Of the shadows' fall And in the end my friend Out on the shore The wave is high But the tide is low Tender within the calm Of the minute before the storm Condescending and out of luck You're post-electing your sense of fun Out in the schoolyard then out in the streets
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Et la peur de ne pas te réveiller
T'empêche de dormir
Alors que la peur de te rendormir
T'empêche de te réveiller
Et patatras
Tu sembles perdre toute trace
De ton passage
Sur cette carapace
Et sous la lune gibbeuse
Merveilleuse
Tu sembles ne pas te réveiller
Par peur de ne pas te rendormir
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Good Evening To The Insomniac
The doubt of not waking up
Has kept you from sleeping
The glimpse of the coming thoughts
Has kept you from dreaming
Now you see a thousand miles
And you bless a branch on fire
Throw light on the darkened minds
That lark in the hour
Good morning to the insomniac
Who exchanged the day for the night
Who’s got trouble sleeping?
Who’s got trouble sleeping?
The doubt of not waking up
Has kept you from sleeping
The glimpse of the coming thoughts
Has kept you from dreaming
Good morning to the insomniac
Who’s got trouble sleeping?
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A Couple of Clues
I came to see what you’ve been up to Yeah my lonely friend I’ve been looking for every truth On the surface of this land I have picked up a couple of clues Most of which I can’t understand In a mall without justice For every mouth there must be a hand And in a sense I am nowhere As near as the love that I have to send Yet she clings to me like the first day Just like I was a Godsent There is a face in all your moons Yeah my lonely friend I have picked up a couple of clues Most of them I can’t understand
And in a sense I am nowhere As near as the love that I have to send
And in a sense I am nowhere
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5. Ebbs and Los (Noir)
03:50
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Ebbs and Los
Horizon That is too far to reach Can you see her From where you sleep?
Yeah sister There is a girl I see Corrupting my principles Ignoring all my pleas Lost child Have you felt the pain Of the one time When you don’t feel it?
A mission As an end not a mean Oblivious to All the rest of the breed
Horizon That is too far to reach Can you see her From where you sleep?
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Who’s Got Trouble Sleeping?
She's got feathers in her hair She's got style and she's got flair But what am I saying She's gone through every door She's got less yet she wants more It's all worth trying To express with both her eyes Closed like at the mass Deep down praying For the saints and the holy ghost To assist her the most In her time of dying And like orange after toothpaste The bitter and acid taste That she's getting As she circles around her room With all the surface of the broom That she's wiping I've got trouble sleeping Yeah this might be falling On deaf ears The truth is have not been sleeping For a year
I was conceived a believer on the breeze I was killed as a tree on the leave
Yeah this might be falling On deaf ears The truth is have not been sleeping For a year
You've got a way of looking bright (baby girl)
When nowhere can be found any light (baby girl)
You've got a way of looking past (baby girl)
Every moment that is not meant to last
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A Cat In Your Throat
Come morning Come like every morning You've got a cat in your throat
On something You might be onto something All of that I am sure
Come evening You might be all believing That the seasons are short On something You might onto something In the ice of the snow Good morning to the insomniac Who would have thought of that? Good evening to the insomniac Like a ghost or a bat Come Monday Like every other Monday On this side of the globe Someday This might be the day When the supplies are short
Come morning Come like every morning You've got a cat in your throat
On something You might be onto something All of that I am sure
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Girl On A Trampoline
I went out to the sea
The girl on the trampoline
She comes and goes
Over the fence
I know I should not speak in past tense
But I still can’t find a way to let her
Oh I’ve come to notice
That she brushes up against the trees
Eyes obscured on concrete
I started looking at her
For another hour
But I still can’t find a way to let her
I still can’t find a way to make her
I still can’t find a way to let her
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Aux Milles Lieux de la Nuit
La peur de ne pas te réveiller
T'empêche de dormir
Alors que la peur de te rendormir
T'empêche de te réveiller
Et patatras
Impasse
Tu sors du véhicule
Tu avances et tu recules
Indécis
Car la peur de ne pas te réveiller
T'empêche de dormir
Alors que la peur de te rendormir
T'empêche de te réveiller
Dans l’arène mal eclairée
Des tes pensées terminées
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