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Pictures Of The Sun
04:09
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I spent a millennium, falling down the gangway
Turn clock hands back I think I left my soul in yesterday
Tonight, i’ll spend a century of answering to no one
I’ll see you tomorrow baby, right after you go on
My ankles in chains, as we exchange an awkward hello (or four)
Tripping on my shadow, me and my trunk of woes
Stumble out the door, and lay prostrate on the pavement
The concrete waves, my soul absorbed, lost into the vacant
Emptiness, there’s nothing left, but a wistful sense of wondering
I’m missing in the midst of misty purposeless pondering
Of what has been, what will be and what is I don’t know
I’ll see you tomorrow baby, right after you go on
Walking in the hills for fun, taking pictures of the sun
There’s no way the down back to the town except the way I came from
Through footpaths long overrun by thorn bushes and shadows
Of the evergreens which overhang, right after you go on
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Renegade In Retrograde
00:43
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You're a renegade in retrograde, running to the sunlight from the shade, you're a renegade in retrograde, fooling no one with your masquerade, you're a renegade in retrograde, are you impulsive or are you afraid? You're a renegade in retrograde, oh...
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Pope Psychotrope
02:59
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Through Reality
02:37
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She's on borrowed time and borrowed clothes, she doesn't plan on giving either back. She practiced martial arts in her room in case some idiot smelt her perfume.
The clock is turning backwards, beyond belief. Hallucinating casually through reality...
She doesn't go to the doctors when she's ill, she goes to the reiki practitioner. She is haunted by eight ghostly figures, all played by alec guinness.
The clock is turning backwards, beyond belief. Saturating unnaturally through reality...
She met herself in a dream, she said 'not you again!'. The old folks ask her questions, where is the husband and where are the babes?
The clock is turning backwards, beyond belief. Reverberating through reality...
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Burning Out
03:50
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I can't see my head. My visions obscured by the mist that is you. I'm going to bed. It'll all be the same in the morning...
I can see exactly where i'm going but there's nothing I can do, i'm burning out...
Daisy's yawning all day, she aint got sunlight trapped in the shadow within. Let's blow it away, let the mist disperse as our lustre steps in...
I'll climb to the sky, maybe I can see clearer from higher above. Are dreams just a lie? They burn out just like our life and our love
Rainy day at the shore, the tide has burnt out it no longer ebbs and flows. Daisy's just a bore, take a wander just to see how it goes...
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The mysterious, the unexplainable...
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Zodiac Avalanche Auchterarder, UK
Anti-folk/crude-folk/twee-folk artist from Scotland. THIS PAGE ALSO INCLUDES MY AMBIENT RELEASES SO DON'T FREAK OUT LIKE 'WHere's tHe WORds?' cos sometimes you just don't need any. (Ambient releases so far for reference: Zeta Reticuli, Sounds Of The Subconscious, To Proselytise The Gods & Ambulations Of The WiFi Horse) Yes, I know I should've made a separate page, but I did not do so. ... more
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