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Awaken
05:23
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Awaken now, inside myself,
and reaching out to all of beauty.
Gotta leave this cloud, and take good care,
when the rainbow shines and roofs fly over my head.
First night I....
First night I sang by the door, oh let me be close.Tonight I'm sleeping by the window,oh let me be close.
First time I widnes such a storm, oh let me be close, tonight I'm sleeping by your window, oh hold me close,yeah!
(oh yeah...)
Awake they come, and numb they go, through the yellow door I see no reason.
Why do you have to go? How pleasant, the rain when it falls on my doorstep, right.
That's right!
Ride the new dawn, blue skies!
Blue skies all over my head.
First night I....
First night I sang by the door, oh let me be close.Tonight I'm sleeping by the window,oh let me be close.
First time I widnes such a storm, oh let me be close, tonight I'm sleeping by your window, oh hold me close,yeah!
(oh yeah…)
I never witness such a storm,oh hold me close.
I never witness such a storm,oh hold me!
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2. |
Wasting Time
04:34
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Calm me,
Something other than this spliff or
two week lovers I won't miss
a thousand miles from a kiss or contact
Dreaming of posting a status about belief,
Validation and relief,
Get my Facebook looking chic how do I
Build It,
Build me,
Reach You
So cold,
Chips passing through my brain exposing thirty second frames
of violence, media complaints and tyrants.
But you know,
variety is just a ploy,
And you are just a toy,
So you better start playing with yourself
OOh,
You feel so good,
But you're wasting time, wasting time,
Trying to find some peace of mind,
OOH,
misunderstood,
Grieving for your broken ego,
Mistaking trees for wood.
Contact,
My face on your face,
We're feeling like the human race
Always caught up in a chase of some kind
While I dream
Of beating six guys up at once,
Cuz no one fights with guns,
Have a little bit of fun why don't you
Build it, Build me, Reach you
OOh,
You feel so good,
But you're wasting time, wasting time,
Trying to find some peace of mind,
OOH,
misunderstood,
Grieving for your broken ego,
Mistaking trees for wood.
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3. |
Pure Potential
03:50
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Pure Potential,
Where are my dreams,
Cuz I been trying to find myself but I don't know what that means oh,
You're life looks perfect,
On my phone screen,
But without that perfect lighting, angle,
Certainly you scream sometimes
Will you touch me,
Will you steal from me,
Take my sexuality my money,
And when you finish,
Will you come right back,
Rub my fractured body kiss me set me on my own track
Words of wisdom,
Are you for real,
Cuz you been spending all that time on digital appeal but,
When you get those,
Likes do you
Feel affirmed you superstar
I wish I had your worldview
Ooh sequential,
You call on me,
But I won't reply till I can find the proper emoji see,
My body's freezing, My mind's enflamed,
Somehow you don't understand I'm only after fame I'm,
Your part time daddy,
Your sometimes friend,
Someone you can count on when you're down,
IF only you'd forget me,
Forget even my sound,
If only you'd forget me,
Forget even my sound...
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4. |
Paranormia
03:11
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Θαλαμοφύλακας στα μάθκια του σιειμώνα μάνα.
Μοναχογιός στα άσιυρα, φτυστός ο γείτονας.
O Gina Gina, μπαινοφκαίνω.
Απόλυτα δοσμένος στην ιδέα της επιβίωσης.
Λιτά λυσσιασμένος από’τι κρατά τη μορφήν της,
βιώνω την αξία της απομόνωσης,
στην νέα λειτουργία του υπόγειου χειμώνα.
Η φόρμα της αγάπης μου,
συννεφκιά μαύρη, αμερικάνικη.
Μαζί με το σιύλο μου τον οδηγόν των πραμάτων ούλλων.
Τζιαι κλείω τ’αφκιά μου, έθελω.
Εκατόνταρχος, βλάσφημος,
ετοιμοθείε - ίε μα τι μα τι να το χρίσμα της επερχόμενης ζωής,
να δεις,
που μας βάλλουν το Χότζα μάνα,
μες τα πανεπιστήμια,
μέσα στα μέρη που μ’έστειλες να μάθω γράμματα.
Τζ’οι εποχές με τα οράματα αππηούν τις οροφές,
τζι’αντηλαλούν οι προσευχές του κόσμου ούλλου - ούλλου,
το ευαγγέλιο,
το κοράνι,
τζι’ο μοναχογιός τ’ουρανού.
Μοναχός ο Θεός στα λόγια,
κι ανοιχτός ουρανός
Μοναχός ο Θεός στα λόγια,
κι ανοιχτός ουρανός.
Το σημάδι!
Το τι - τι - τι έναυσμα,
της παραμονής μου στη χωρητικότητα του χώρου.
Έτσι για να δεις πως η ράτσα μου εν μολυσμένη.
Τζιαι τα στρείθκια το έπος της βροσιής.
Παραφύσικος. Αναλυτικός.
Ο κυβερνητι - ννια - ννια - ννια τι τι τι my eye τι, my eye!
Μοναχός ο Θεός στα λόγια,
κι ανοιχτός ουρανός
Μοναχός ο Θεός στα λόγια,
κι ανοιχτός ουρανός.
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The Land
03:59
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Dry, monastery, praying in the park.
Tried, to climb a tree.
Fell and broke its back.
(Too bad)!
Shy, little monk, tries to run away.
She just stole a chocolate bar.
He’s high on cocaine, luck, or faith.
I’ll praise the lord,
I’ll play my role, I promise.
I’ll plant a stone,
I’ve seen the show, I promise.
I’ll find a Land,
you’ll find a way, come to us.
We’ll find a park, and stretch our backs.
All we have is our chance!
Shy, little girl, tries to find a boyland.
They just rose, and stood on your feet,
waiting for the daylight.
High, monastery, we’re trying to get up.
We just rose, and stood on your feet.
A mountain of cocaine, luck, or faith.
I’ll praise the lord,
I’ll play my role, I promise.
I’ll plant a stone,
I’ve seen the show, I promise.
I’ll find a Land,
you’ll find a way, come to us.
We’ll find a park, and stretch our backs.
All we have is our chance!
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6. |
Wait With You
03:59
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Do ya still think about me when you get off
Sex is good but that's the stuff that makes me feel right tough
You want me for what I can do to you
You want me for your memory
And when you see me in your dreams do you reach towards me,
Or are we moving so deep you feel deeply unlonely,
Girl I'm really into that,
But if I trust you I'll fall flat
I could just wait with you,
Sit there and watch you work it through so you,
Can have someone to love you
But I can't figure out my feelings
Should I just let you go,
Walking to a place where you know you won't,
Have to worry about keeping anybody around
Do ya still think about me when you get off
Cuz I haven't seen ya since you set off
Am I just an idea to you,
Still a distant memory
And when you feel me in your dreams do you ignore me,
Run until the morning forget you ever could adore me,
Is that the peace of mind you're waiting for
And yet you always wanna ask me,
What's it mean to be alive...?
You are so troubled though,
Wonderfully troubled and aloof and so,
I can't really solve your problems for you,
But I like being there,
Running my hand through your hair and,
Telling you I'll always be around,
So you can always have a shoulder....
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Primal Feelings Boston, New York
Primal Feelings (Marios Nicolaides and Jake Rudin) is the beginning of a unique brand of genre-fluid music, based on the duo’s shared interest in many different styles of music, from greek rebetiko, to american hip hop, to classical music. Their collaboration since 2012 has been always striving to communicate thought and commentary on the means of the 21st century ... more
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