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Open Road
01:06
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Open road you have no limits.
Open road you have no end.
Open road is where I find the life I have is on the mend.
Open road the cool breeze whispers.
Open road here is the now.
Open road you emanate an isolated dulcet tone.
Open road, behind the miles lie a lifetime of tales.
Open road, of misery and happiness and more.
Open road, the smell of gasoline accompanies my own.
Open road, I forgotten what it was that I left behind.
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Neophyte
03:55
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Why don’t I listen to my friends when I know they’re right?
It seems to me I’m not that independent from my loins.
It’s me on trial Kafka summed it up and no-one read.
If you are so wise, then remind me why your life aint crystal clear.
You say this way aint good enough for me but it is good enough for you. How’s about a healthy does of hypocrisy? I bet the inner shrink in you is leaving out the factor of inexperience.
Oh my word; this corporate revelation is a gift.
A Trojan horse awaiting opportunity to strike.
You say this aint good enough for you but it is good enough for me. How’s about a healthy does of hypocrisy? I bet the inner shrink in you is leaving out the factor of inexperience.
In this life you’re on your own, your own, your own, your own, your own.
So tell me why, if you are so wise, your life aint crystal clear. It aint crystal clear.
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Always
06:09
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I’m being held in a taxi cab. It’s three a.m and there’s no going back.
I’m leaving as she’s waving and I fear I’m never going home.
The problem is her mother. For fifty pounds she wants me dead.
I have a family, she said, who have hunger needs. Your life to me means nothing.
Always she wants her safe from harm. Always she wants her so safe from me.
She couldn’t pull the trigger, she said, your life is not mine to take.
But he’ll drop you off where they’ll cut you up. The blood’ll not be on my hands.
Always she wants her safe from harm. Always she wants her safe from harm.
Always she wants her so safe from harm. Always she wants her so safe from me.
So safe from me.
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This Is Lust
04:46
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Your heart, your mind, your soul; I cannot keep control of you.
A wish, a kiss goodnight; gonna make it feel alright.
But then she tells me that: you’re not right for me and I’m not right for you.
Until the morning comes stay with me.
The stars, the moon, the sky; could have made you feel so high.
This flame is over whispers a butterfly’s cry.
How can she reject love and unity, unity and fornever.
Until the morning comes stay with me.
What good from this will come?
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Heaven knows there is a place where all the evilness goes.
And they’ll be there without a soul regretful of denial.
Gather round here this I’m locked in a sexual kiss.
It’s death defy or crash and burn. Move your shepherd’s shoulder has turned.
It never changes. You never get what you want.
It feels good but it’s wrong why is nothing simple.
I’m thoughtfully confused about who let it out.
That these mood swings sway I’m not perfect. Now it’s multiple divided heart pain.
It never changes. You never get what you want. Do I want you?
Like Jesus on a crucifix I need to know you think I will return. I will return.
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Fire At Night Hampshire, UK
Described as "brilliantly disarming" (all noise), Fire at Night are an indie three piece from Hampshire, UK. Influenced by bands like The Cure and The Smashing Pumpkins, they are a true D.I.Y band: independently recording, producing and releasing all of their own music. Fire at Night are Scott Swain (Vocals, Guitars), Adam Pollard (Drums, Vox / Production)and Tara Skinner (Bass / Vox) ... more
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