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I walk around the city at night
don't you know I’m not going home
until I find,
Wherever you hide, don’t you know
I will find you, we will go
shoot up the night sky, fall into my arms``
Like a gypsy fair, we will go
around and around these worlds
spit on control
let it all go
On a sea of gold, we sail
through dark streets of pain
let it all go
wash it down the drain
That's where you'll find me
clinging to the walls
I let myself fall
I sink down
And I’ll swim with you
until the sky turns blue
together we’ll both fall down
I don't want to go
fighting up there no more
surviving in a crowd
trying not to fall down
I like it down here
It's quiet down here
colours look better down here
I feel better down here
So here's where you’ll find me
Ignoring you all
I
I let myself go
I sink down
But stay with me
I’ll squeeze you until you bleed
and together
we'll both fall down
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Another Time Comes
05:43
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I’ve seen a burning grave
been buried neath the sand
I’ve howled with wolves in the caucus
and I joined the band
but when my flame is burnt out
Im left short for breath
in my chest is a medal of gold
there is nothing else
All that I’m left with now
are memories and scars
and a silver drachm buys shelter from rainfall and stars
And the filth, the fury, the forlorn bandits I mourn
for wagons and horsemen, the fires of old have all gone
And all I do is wait,
I’ve been living clean
but I think, I liked it more
living low down and dirty
with fingers all bloody and sore
And I worship the fire
like those who died here before
they return to their tombs for the night
I sink through the floor
What am I left with now but frostbite and scars
copper and brass buy distraction in arcades and bars
Backwaters and coroners, the tempest that I left behind
my flames are now smothered, winter has snuffed out my eyes
And all I do is wait, until another time comes
I touched a frozen alter
it burst into flames
held up in the ruins of Georgia
now trapped here instead
but my flames gone out again
theres frost on my breath
I took all I ever wanted
There is nothing left
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City lights keep me awake, when daylight fades
endlessly waiting for the morning to come around here again
gambling is living, I never really cared
but living is everything, the horrors and the fair
A burnt twenty that I cant spend, midnight ink spills
long to go outside myself, and see what's out there
purple light, reason and rhyme, saying nothing at all
never how it used to be, frozen and stoic company
When the years have scared us up those highs and these lows
so content in the summer light, with no more dark places to go
try and laugh at the years we wasted, doing nothing at all
apple wine, your hand in mine, and watch the evening fall
Morning light gives me away, sleep was just a lie
stars hang low in lake below, black holes have swallowed my eyes
the sun creeps through my window, an empty to bed to find
daydreams of endings, so far away, surreal and fine
When the night has scarred us up, those highs and these lows,
shadows dance on a winters night, and warm fires forever glow
cry and laugh at the years we waited, and appreciate it all
I'll hold you close and not let go, and watch the evening fall
I’ll pour you wine as the cardinals call, and watch the evening fall
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In the Mornin' Light
03:04
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There's a world out there, shimmering gold
silver moonshine flood my bed
the sickness at night, incandescent light
I’ll peek from my windows instead
I wait for her call, and it comes after all
I’ve drunk two bottles of wine
already hog-tied, deaf, dumb and blind
awake in my bed paralysed
I’m not coming tonight
maybe next time
But won't you keep trying to get through to me
I swear that its almost enough
keep sickness at bay, turn night into day
with hatred, indifference and lust
The days make me tired, could say that I’m trying
the city's just moving so fast
and I’ll take it all, the thrill and the brawl
Just be real or not
But I’m not coming tonight
Maybe next time
When your war is over
I know just where I’ll be
If I could fly
I’d leave here tonight
and pack only your memories
and wake by your side
In the morning light
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Stories Untold
03:02
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Withdrawn
under neon lights
A thousand eyes
tremble in spite
Their stories denied
once flickered with life
of lovers and fiends
the embers of dreams
For time, immemorial
it scars us all
when hell explodes
and we crawl through burning coals
with tortured souls
that won’t let go
with a story untold
Moonlight
digging your bones
red spit on poems
I’m never alone
Save the dark
from a catacomb
when tears have sown
and dreams have flown
Every struggle to meet every day
and turn none away
the highs and the lows
As we flicker, strangle and moan
scream and we burn
but we won’t let go
with our story untold
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6. |
Feel Your Ghost
06:22
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You're an open poem drowning in moonshine
where the bamboo forest creeks and the earth spits out wine
I lie here waiting for the future to call
and stumble through the valley when shadows start to fall
Silver-shattered fields—an ocean in your head
a widower's tears are weeping and spiral like a web
where smoke climbs a ladder to an attic of the dead
and so still you hang there and turn the sky to red
look up and you will find me there
Where I breathe sunshine and smoke
and I feel your spirit and soul
I’ll drink till I choke, I’ll drain the earth
to dream and feel your ghost
The flames emblaze hard faces, of battles lost and won
onwards through the valley, enter kingdom come
the private worlds of nighttime slowly start to fade
cracks leak the burning rays, and shamans slink away
Her scars were concealed and green was gold at first
your eyes now grey as limestone, your wrinkles still match the earth
a dry howling throat recites where spirits lurk
and from old oak it hides there, residing like a curse
I shun the day and long to see you again
As we sing wrap me in smoke
and we’ll bleed in front of the coals
you're burning earth, I’m bitter and cold
In my dreams, I feel your ghost
If I sleep, won’t you meet me there
and we’ll breathe fire in the air
on the river don’t fold, but you left me alone
in my dreams, I still feel your ghost
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Thang Long Records Hanoi, Vietnam
Hanoi based music.
Both native and non-native, plus future-fusion.
Established in the Year of the Dragon 2024.
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