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IF
03:36
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If we think it can be hard to reconcile.
If we think it can be hard to reconcile.
There would be no need for a saviour to put things right
but this is not going to happen and this is what gives us energy in the night and I'd rather this than nothing.
If I was a bird I would fly south to follow the warmth.
I know, I would take risks and you would shoot me down if given the chance.
There would be no need for a saviour to put things right
but this is not going to happen and this is what gives us energy in the night and I'd rather this than nothing.
There would be no need for a stranger to put things right
but this is not going to happen and this is what gives us energy in the night and I'd rather this than nothing.
If we think it can be hard to reconcile.
If we think it can be hard to reconcile.
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Brown Paper Bag
03:15
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I can’t see myself without you being around when the blinds have gently been let down
And the sounds of the sirens outside are getting close.
You hum that distinctive rhythmic sound and take care not to heat up or burn out
And I see you as an open umbrella both inside and outside.
The lights are always on when you’re here
The party’s never losing legs and crawling back home again
And images abound to my mind and tempt me with the light of grace
That’s seen enough to be almost real.
I can’t see myself without you being around when the time has come to gently wind down
And the beating of my skin is getting fast.
You show me another magic world and keep me up to date with every piece of it
And I see you as a black cat on the street whatever that means.
The link is not so clear to me when you are here I could be anywhere.
The time gets swallowed by the day when you are here I could be any age.
I can’t see myself without you being around when the lights are slowly going out
And the cities arteries are clearing out.
You pour yourself into a glass. I empty it dry when my throat is raw
And I see you as a brown paper bag on a rainy day.
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A Perfect World
04:24
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In a perfect world, our hips would connect at the waist.
Yours would be a memory I wouldn't want to erase.
In a perfect world, we'd sing poems of praise.
We'd share our days and then our nights together.
All of this would remain new.
Not a ray of sunlight could get through.
Your home would always have a light on.
I could come by any time.
Your mind would have me included.
I wouldn't have to look for signs.
In a perfect world, I'd pin your feet to mine.
Dance with them without any lights.
In a perfect world, fear wouldn't have the chance to say what fleets to mind and quickly fades away.
All of this would remain new.
Not a ray of sunlight could get through.
Your home would always have a light on.
I could come by any time.
Your mind would have me included.
I wouldn't have to look for signs.
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Behind The Screen
02:32
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Sink into the scene that's stored in memory.
The train arrives on time, it may have been better late.
The door is closed shut with glass dividing us
and you will be behind the screen.
I share my story with the other passengers.
One asks me for grass while the other one drinks himself to sleep.
The door is closed shut with glass dividing us
and you will be behind the screen.
I'm going home. There's a hole in this word.
Remove the 'h' and 'o' and all that's left is me.
The door is closed shut with glass dividing us
and you will be behind the screen.
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Rusted Sounds Kraków, Poland
I am a songwriter from Ireland who currently lives in Poland. In the past I have played with 'The Sunday Sessions ' and Boys on Bicycles'. At the moment I play in two projects - 'See-Saw' (acoustic) and 'Frank's Hard Drive' (rock) and present an open mic once a month. ... more
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