1. |
About Tomorrow
06:11
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And the flowers died,
In another life,
And the flowers died,
Waiting to grow,
It wasn't always,
Always,
A waste.
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2. |
This Cold Distance
04:01
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We stand to run,
This cold distance,
Is a lot to be desired,
When you're alone,
Low resistance,
I'm trapped behind your eyes,
We lost control,
Of persistence,
To occupy a mind,
You're my setting sun,
I'm your number one,
We stand to run,
We stand to run,
This cold distance,
Barely left alive,
You can't touch me,
I'm stepping on the lines,
Standing by yourself,
Soul contorting,
A cell of your design,
Weaves were spun for us,
We're not leaving,
Too much to leave behind,
I'm the bullet stun,
From my smoking gun,
We stand to run
We stand to run,
This cold distance.
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3. |
Son
02:57
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4. |
Watcher Watcher
03:32
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Chase away the final breath,
In the past where no one left,
Tethered souls serve to protect,
Holding arms around their necks,
Faded time in dark regret,
Sympathies were soft neglect,
Crossing paths that don't connect,
Gentle crimes to recollect,
Watcher watcher,
I can hear your warning calling,
Watcher watcher,
I can feel the dawn in mourning,
Kindness soaked in borrowed scars,
Casting over darkest stars,
Healing up the fates of hearts,
Left alone in broken parts,
Blindness won't as blindness will,
Cover up the newest kill,
Yesterday is just a thought,
As tomorrow was before,
Watcher watcher,
I can hear your warning calling,
Watcher watcher,
I can feel the dawn in mourning.
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5. |
The Plot
03:14
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Through your walls and through your doors,
Have you seen yourself before?
Passing glance I see your face,
I look away 'cause I'm afraid,
Walking on - a cycle,
Cycles are a ball and chain,
Feel around you're in the dark,
Hiring a voice to talk,
Spoke so near to the silence,
Of an innocent audience,
Eye to eye and sin for sin,
Hold the plot that's wearing thin.
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6. |
On Purple Om
02:02
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7. |
Past Remains
06:30
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You're on your own,
On your way,
Not far away,
No stop today,
Save it again,
Cast away,
Past remains,
Cast away,
When the ceiling bends to touch the ground,
When seeing that you can touch a sound,
In a sense - a merge inward,
Inner sense - emerging World,
Giving up not taking down,
Outside in it turns around,
In the deep end up it rides,
In the descend down and rise,
Never moving still collide,
All as one and side by side,
Outside in,
Turns around,
Down and rise,
Up it rides.
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8. |
i! Bath, UK
i! (Gothedelic Records) is a dubhoptriprock flashback through an afterglow of nostalgic psychosis and hallucinatory dreams. Written & performed by Rod Brakes and co-produced alongside Nine Volt Leap Studios' Dominic Bailey. Available now on Bandcamp, iTunes, Spotify, Amazon and other leading digital retailers. ... more
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