1. |
Setting Sun
04:06
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I saw the black
A pure new captivation.
Sunder blanks
The colour of
infatuation.
Under the setting sun
I want to feel the warmth,
Devoid,
of all notation.
Only simple words please
I’d like to understand
Meaning behind
What they mean I
can’t seem to find a clue
Or am I feigning ignorance,
a ploy to show your hand,
under a spiteful prose
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the setting sun
The lithesome
plume,
Lays upon
ragged
shoulders,
Burning black,
purity in its blaze
Impure new fascinations
breathing bold, impatience
Born
Under the setting sun
I want to feel the warmth,
Devoid,
of all the sulphur.
Only simple words please
I’d like to understand
Meaning behind
What they mean I
can’t seem to find a clue
Or am I feigning ignorance,
a ploy to show your hand,
under a spiteful prose
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the setting sun
Under the setting sun
Under the setting sun
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2. |
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Whatever you want,
Is whatever I’ll say
I need
An embrace with our eyes closed
Intertwining,
Such a sweet morn’
Entranced by the sight
Illuminated by
the sea
As deep, blue and morrow
Breaks to envelop
me
I am,
I am,
I am,
The prophet’s guise
Juniper homes,
wittering dreams
Untethered eyes
Unravelling seams
(Yeah yeah yeah)
My fingers held it, felt it, worn
My fingers kissed and touched it
Juniper homes,
wittering dreams
Untethered eyes
Unravelling seams
My fingers held it, felt it, worn
My fingers kissed and touched it all
Whatever you say
Is all that I would dare to breathe
An embrace with our eyes closed,
Know I won’t let you leave
Entranced by the sight
Illuminated by
the sea
As deep, blue and morrow
Breaks to envelop
me
I am,
I am,
I am,
The prophet’s guise
Juniper homes,
wittering dreams
Untethered eyes
Unravelling seams
(Yeah yeah yeah)
My fingers held it, felt it, worn
My fingers kissed and touched it
Juniper homes,
wittering dreams
Untethered eyes
Unravelling seams
My fingers held it, felt it, worn
My fingers kissed and touched it all
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3. |
Cheer
03:35
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You can change your stripes, when it’s dark
your whites and blacks all look the same
You can dissolve, into the sea
Into some brilliance, into being
Start to breathe, your breaths
And to see your sights
To open your,
mind
So, cheer for me baby, ’cause I feel alright
And the skies seem bluer than they were last night
Oh, scream out your lungs
it’s the only way I can feel you
closer
Anymore
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4. |
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How can you tell with loving?
How do you hear the answers?
How do feet match the guidelines?
I never learnt the dance I…
How do you love, when loving
never feels like love is?
When you can’t cross that sideline, it feels as though it’s not mine
And you’d wander in…
Ah
You’d sing like a symphony
I’m in your daydream,
you sparkle like light gleams; how does our warmth seem?
(You are, you are, you are, you are)
When I’m hurt, I see colours, symbols and patterns, scribbles in darkness,
and I hope I don’t see a thing with you
How can you tell with loving?
How do you hear the answers?
How do feet match the guidelines?
I never learnt the dance I…
How do you love, when loving
never feels like love is?
When you can’t cross that sideline, it feels as though it’s not mine
And you’d wander in,
Yeah
You’d sing like a symphony
I’m in your daydream,
you sparkle like light gleams; how does our warmth seem?
When I’m hurt I see colours, symbols and patterns, scribbles in darkness,
and I hope I don’t see a thing with you.
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5. |
How It Feels
04:06
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Hide yourself like a whisper
Fogs rise and palms draw closer
Till my fingertips touch your cheek
How’s it feel to be enshrouded?
Reflect the greys,
and wake up emboldened
You’re born again,
Torn from heaven’s sight
You’d rise, I’d seek
Grip the grass under your feet
Touched by Midas and his greed
it’s the first time
you were perfect
I saw your eyes covered in light
and then you placed your hands on mine
I saw the lights beneath the rain
And from the haze, I called your name
(How’s it feel? How’s it feel?)
They were dampen songs transcribed
by my fingers unto window panes
A hidden face by the foyer
A cloak with darkened eyes,
Unweather, by weathered
It’s clasped by its monsoon
Reflect the greys,
and you’ll wake up emboldened
You’re born again,
Torn from heaven’s sight
I saw the sun in its mellowed phrase
As dawn simmered auburn then
I saw your eyes covered in light
and then you placed your hands on mine
I saw the lights beneath the rain
And from the haze, I called your name
They were dampen songs transcribed
by my fingers unto window panes
How’s it feel?
How’s it feel?
How’s it feel?
How’s it feel?
How’s it feel?
How’s it feel?
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6. |
Chosen Light
04:09
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Be a herald,
wilt and rescind.
Or am I not to be,
what is beloved?
Inside your drabs,
all silk and stain,
Should pinions bloom?
Could they bloom into a majesty?
I wish it were (I wish it were)
if it would be (if it could be)
Who would I be (who could I be)
if you embraced me?
If like a lyre,
you did touch me.
Sweet as a river’s sound
blights in my stream
My muted, brittle strings
They break and hollow me
Sugary eulogy
Oh, of who it could be,
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
This fleeting brood of me and you,
These streams of us that split in two,
that rise and fall and fall and fall and fall
I wish it were,
If it could be,
Who would I be,
If you embraced me?
If like a lyre,
you did touch me,
Sweet as a river’s sound
blights in my stream
My muted, brittle strings
They break and hollow me
Sugary eulogy
Oh, of who it could be,
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
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7. |
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Yonder bliss from a
darkened blue
Forlorn desires in
ashen lines
Under the grasp of
a sullen hand
Further beyond
where the ceiling dies
She looks, she smiles with my iris tranced
By blazing flames on uncovered truths
The moult of mind as the colours come,
In its instant glide
The moon rose, asunder from aether
The womb unfolds the maw,
unearthed, in sight
The moon rose asunder from aether
The womb unfolds the maw, unearthed,
in sight
Yonder bliss from a
molten sight
Titular king, the mourning son,
Sunk past the line as the colours come
in its instant glide
The moon rose, asunder from aether
The womb unfolds the maw,
unearthed, in sight
The moon rose asunder from aether
The womb unfolds the maw, unearthed,
in sight
The moon
rises now
The moon
rises now
The moon
rises now
The moon
rises now
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8. |
Now Here’s The Weather
04:13
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Hatred, its sight, it grips with its iris.
Falter the lines it speaks.
Preach with its bible,
haphazard recital,
I’ll kill you to bring you peace.
Fear not my child, anointed
prince
You yearn, you hunger,
We’re more than
this
And what of loving? And what of peace?
my bible commands, it’s wrapped in green
Let’s love thy neighbour, lets burn their house,
I don't understand what comes from their mouths
But you are more,
You are greater,
You are pure,
Your skin carries favour,
But you starve
Oh, I can’t feed you,
The blood is on your hands,
For you brought me a quiver,
And you were the arrow
And what of loving? And what of peace?
my bible commands, its wrapped in green
Let’s love thy neighbour, lets burn their house,
I don't understand what comes from their mouths
And I told you it was love
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Whitelands is Etienne, Jagun, Vanessa and Michael
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