1. |
Spraying Mud
03:36
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2. |
On The Ropes
03:08
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3. |
Sailed Away
01:35
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As we sailed away, from the land we loved
We knew we could never return
Cause the powers that be, had let it be known
Our voices would never be heard
We, didn't ask for this, but did nothing to stop it happening
So we tried to forget, the things we've done
The things in their name we served
Oh we'd like to help, and we know we should
But the fear is bigger than good
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4. |
New Express
04:53
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This is the time when things are happening
What flavour lies have you been wrapped in?
They'll take then they'll hide then they'll disappear
Make us feel like we don't belong here
But its what we do
When the curtains are drawn back
we can stay if we choose to wake up
Do you know how your fears, are being used against you?
Know your enemy
What a surprise the party is over
Some took too much now there nothing left
Let go of the past here comes the future
Was that a sigh or your last breath?
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5. |
Please, Stop Lying
03:11
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6. |
Once Been
02:21
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I wonder what the sky has seen
Or where has the ocean been
Was the air once clean
That empty building was trees
Can we ever count the stars?
Does it strain our eyes to look that far?
Underneath a deep blue sea
What even is it that we seek?
To feel alive
Can a servant tell the king
After years of labouring
That he'd like a little more
There is enough of this he's sure
If the thought of somethings much more fun
Then I'm glad the futures not begun
Picking up where they left off
A present we've been dreaming of
Our whole lives
Inability to tell the truth
Our generation stands accused
Of letting things get out of hand
Lies the legacy of man
Will we survive?
If we don't change
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7. |
December
04:06
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8. |
Rarotonga
03:17
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We live by the sea, and wake up to sunlight
We sleep in the moonlight, on a bed made of sand
The ocean provides, just what we need it too
Enough here for me and you, we can live off the land
Rarotonga, Cook Islands
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9. |
On The Clock
05:23
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This is how I feel
Running out of time
That is what I learned
We can control our minds, the end of one big line
Of life, to death
When does life begin?
Some say 35
The drama that we're in
is only in our minds
the obstacle of time
persists, and holds us back
Can someone tell me how to feel
Like there's a driver behind the wheel
communications best when seen
controlling emotions is what I mean
Theres more to life than on a screen
fictional characters can be seen
in the way you shape your dreams
in the way you treat yourself and those around
What are we gonna do
with this gift
of life
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Noël Dashwood England, UK
I am a slide Guitarist /singer song writer from Norfolk, UK
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