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Follow the Cracks
03:34
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A little notch some years ago
Just a tiny little spot on the window
And I can't remember really what it was when it occurred
But I'm following the cracks and still feel a little hurt
And here you come feeling like luck and lust and love
A travel companion to show the fragile parts
And then you come a little close and you press a little hard
Now you're following the cracks you never knew from the start
Where has the time gone
Where has the time gone
Once it all was sunshine, now it hits me hard
Where has the time gone
Where has the time gone
Yesterday was whole, tomorrow breaks apart
Sometimes I feel way too old to straighten up and heal
Kind of stupid, but that's how it feels
And half your life you run around unaware of when your soul is being stirred
Now you’re following the cracks and your sight is getting blurred
Been looking for tweaks, been looking for shortcuts out of my own skin
But the fact of the matter stays pale and sick and thin
I’ve tried all I could as I'm sure most everybody has
We keep following the cracks as they spread across the glass
Where has the time gone
Where has the time gone
Once it all was sunshine, now it hits me hard
Where has the time gone
Where has the time gone
Yesterday was whole, tomorrow breaks apart
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You’re kinda crazy trying to make me
Believe that I could stay clean
While the birds of Gran Canaria
Fly round me in my daydream
I’m kinda shaky, it upsets me
That I’m way too shy to let see
That the birds of Gran Canaria
Sing sweeter in my daydream
I really wanna stay the way I am
I really wanna hold that breaking dam
I’m not the kind to break the law of virtue
But Gran Canaria has, oh, so many birdies
It’s kinda shady how a tweetie
Can uplift and frustrate thee
The birds of Gran Canaria
Conspired against me in my daydream
Yeah, the birds of Gran Canaria
Have me return to my daydream
Yeah, the birds of Gran Canaria
Just wait until I wash up on their shore again
Where they lure again
To make me lose myself again
The cacophony of their melodies is like caffeine to my bloodstream
Hey, birds of Gran Canaria: Good night
I’ll quit the daydream
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3. |
Jupiter
03:22
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Bed my blood
Let it rest
Let it breathe
Within your chest
For it worked so hard
And I didn't care
Bed my blood, Jupiter
Feed my breath
Fill it up
Make it rich
From your cup
For it worked so hard
And I didn't care
Feed my breath, Jupiter
Bathe my power
Wash it clean
For lately I
Lost my sanguine
While it worked so hard
And I didn't care
Bathe my power, Jupiter
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4. |
Little Ones
03:11
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Little bodies need many steps for little progress
Little minds need many words to mean a few
Would the world not be a better place without them
Problem is that I would be in danger, too
There’s a guy who needs his time to make decisions
But time is cash, Mammon’s hungry for your sacrifice
There’s a girl who loves to watch the wind that’s blowing
The wind of change, the wind of everlasting armistice
Let me take a picture of your inner person
Let me see the lump of cells inside your womb
Oh, the sickness and the suffering and the curses
Oh, the laughter filling up an empty room
Do we really want to chew them and then spit them out
Do we really want to scrap the little ones
Is the world not better off with all those kids around
Smiling innocently into days to come
Who of us can really claim to be a giant
All the while we’re still alive and on our way
Just keep busy till the day you know not further
It’s gonna be the most exhilarating day
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5. |
The Flames
04:20
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I wonder why that is
That illusions work for some
I always shoot and miss
Get up and overcome
I try and cynicise
I try and crave for none
Life gets me by the balls
Get up and overcome
Let the flames dry your tears
As you’re wishing away from here
No excuses be made
Let your tears dry in the flame
I’m fucking done with this
I long for being numb
So when I’m hitting walls
Get up and overcome
I try and laugh it off
I live alright on crumbs
Still tears run down my cheeks
Get up and overcome
Let the flames dry your tears
As you’re wishing away from here
No excuses be made
No excuses be made
No excuses be made
Let your tears dry in the flame
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Just get up on your feet, up on your feet
And fucking overcome
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Just get up on your feet, up on your feet
And fucking overcome
Just fucking overcome
Just fucking overcome
Just get up on your feet, up on your feet
And fucking overcome
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For Sixto
03:06
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He's wearing sunglasses all year through
when his mouth opens - skies of blue
Hes looking worn-down in the people's eyes
Like a backstreet outcast or a homeless of some kind
He's singing sad songs and he smiles
He’s writing sweetness and danger to some
Submerged in the dust of yesterday
He breathes out the air of a world to come
His boots on the concrete, his legs in leather pants
Walking the ground as a blind man
His is a truthful lens
Oh, the man with the sad songs understands
The world had turned its back, it proclaimed his cruel end
A prophet’s never without honor
But in his own country and kin
And then the tide would turn again and the whole world turned as well
The blind man with the smiling face has yet another tale to tell
He’s singing sad songs, all of his sad songs
He’s singing sad songs and the other songs as well
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7. |
Ballroom Floor
02:30
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I never meant to make you wait
There on the ballroom floor
And I never meant to make you stay
Longer than you would have
Without me
Without me
We danced those dances together
And we danced them pretty well
All the other couples seemed to waste their dancing fee
But now they saw you dancing on the ballroom floor
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without me
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8. |
Turn Back Time
04:27
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I still have to turn back time
I still have to turn back time
I still have to turn back time
I still have to turn back time
I keep running, running
Running out the door and into more than just a little bit of everything
I keep trying, trying
To conquer many worlds and wind up doing little more than almost nothing
I am coming, coming
I don’t wanna lose a chance to be where time and space might coincide
But as I’m running, running
Running, may I ask you: please remind me that I need to do this one thing
I still have to turn back time
I still have to turn back time
I still have to turn back time
I still have to turn back time
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Philipp Ullrich Cologne, Germany
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