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The Titi and the Daisy
03:29
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Standing on the sidewall I couldn't believe to see
that a plant could climb a tree.
So look inside this ivy now and prepare yourself to see
is it a truth or dare game you're playing to me?
Cause I've been searching for someone so beautiful
so that I could see the world behind her eyes.
Cause I've been searching for someone so beautiful
so that I could see the world behind her eyes.
The titi and the daisy will live on their own
in a magical world where nobody's blind.
The titi and the daisy will live on their own.
Cause I've been searching for someone so beautiful
so that I could see the world behind her eyes.
Cause I've been searching for someone so beautiful
so that I could see the world behind her eyes.
The titi and the daisy will live on their own
in a magical world where nobody's blind.
The titi and the daisy will live on their own.
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Wet Sand
05:56
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You talked about wet sand and I listened to your words,
'cause I know it won't be easy when I want to walk alone.
And you know that I'm no fool, I'm not new to this life,
I'm well aware of the cold and sandy paths I'm yet to walk.
Night come earlier please today, and take the sun away,
'cause with these sunsets that he paints makes me feel homesick again
and remember his mournful face
in that last glance he gave me before I chose the man I wanted to be.
Still I'm trying not to break, sneak peek in outer space,
I was told 'straight, straight' and I messed it up away
'cause I know where I want to get.
No one's ever going to tell me when I am leaving or where am I going to stay.
And I think it's the moment I step into wet sand,
I think it's the moment I walk into wild lands.
I think it's the moment I step into wet sand,
I think it's the moment I walk into wild lands.
And I know I may be scatterbrained, but I still remember your talks
while you stared right at my soul,
still can feel the sharp cold look of your grey eyes in my bones.
But I really think it's the moment I step into wet sand,
and it's also yours to finally go and release my hand:
maybe hope I ever come back.
And if I ever return, I promise I won't be mad at you,
just hope you found the words you never told me, the ones you lost.
Cause now I'm in these lands I can make out the bottom of the sand
and she told me that she stole some precious words from your old throat.
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The Aviator
03:11
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He's from another time, and he's scared about horses
I've seen this old man running through the night
He's from another time, and he's scared about roses
but he wears his floral perfume with delight
I've seen this old man running through the night
I knew those falling stars where shining bright
I know it's hard to read between the lines
but that is how you see me through your eyes
but that is how you see me through your eyes
He's from another time, and he's in love with those airplanes
all he thinks is how to roll into the sky
He's from another time, a time of passion and freedom
and I wish that I had wings so I could fly
I've seen this old man running through the night
I knew those falling stars where shining bright
I know it's hard to read between the lines
but that is how you see me through your eyes.
but that is how you see me through your eyes
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4. |
A Look
04:38
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Oh, dear, have I seen your eyes,
or the fire of an age
burning this ancient world
so it dances round my guts?
I know
you walk without noticing you welcome the mornings
as the lonely jealous sun
try to catch up with tour body.
Still I had to let you go, so run and run my love
don't let me chase your tiny legs, don't slow them down.
I'll be satisfied with the dark waves of your hair
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Oh God,
I barely remember you, your red stems have just bloomed
and dew now refuse
to leave them at noon.
I see
you wasted all your tears, if your mirrors now shine
is due to the wild old flame
you keep in your insides.
Still I had to let you go, so run and run my love.
Don't let me fall over you again, don't wait for me to end.
I'll be satisfied with the calm waves of your skirt.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
But then again
I can't help to wait
if there's a chance too shy to appear I will stand for it to come
But then again I can't help to wait
if there's a chance too shy to appear I will stand for it to come
Just to lights enough to empower the rusted gears of my soul.
But then again I can't help to wait
if there's a chance too shy to appear I will stand for it to come
One look was enough to restart this old machinery full of spiderwebs and dust.
A look, a look.
Oh dear, your look.
A look, a look.
Oh dear, your look.
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5. |
Two Shirts
05:10
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Two shirts are the only thing that's left
of an old love that now rests
between two hanging pieces of cloth
Two shirts I've still have on my own
but I've never used again or worn
cause your smell is with them yet
Two shirts that I've borrowed from you
and after your broken heart flew
I had to keep to remind me what I've lost
Two shirts that turned their back on me
that refuse to look me like you did
but every morning I have to face again
These shirts will be the last couple I'll see
in which my essence is between
cause the venom and the poison will someday leave
And now these shirts will burn together in a box full of moments
and memories of us
I swear I didn't want to destroy these two shirts that I'd rather keep
even when my heart won't stop to bleed
But you made me throw it all away and like a gardener today I'll cut
the flowers that you grew
And like a gardener today I'll cut the tree where we used to live
and I'll kindly ask you to leave
I know the road is long
but I'd rather rest here
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Cinnamon
03:31
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It's been said that the flowers never bend
even if the winds will blow again.
The canicles your children used to play,
are they gone forever, can you tell?
It's been said the guns will hurt again
even if the criminals were shot dead.
The city lights that the lovers used to share,
are they gone forever, can you tell?
Cinnamon and flowers from your tea
are the only thing that's left
to me
It's been said that the dogs will bark again
even if the cats were so insane.
The rainbows your eyes used to reflect,
are they gone forever can you tell?
It's been said that love will lose again
even if our hearts beat till the end.
The promises you made me once forget,
are they gone forever can you tell?
Cinnamon and flowers from your tea
are the only thing that's left
to me
Cinnamon and flowers from your tea
are the only thing that's left
to me.
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7. |
Waltz for an Old Lover
01:51
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I know I talk a lot, and you always loved it
or so you said.
But I'm sure I've never told you
how much I miss your voice.
And the silence of your lips
is the soundtrack of these days
in which I still remember
how they sounded on my face.
Just let me think of something that I hate
I can't, I can't, I can't
think of anything bad.
I'm trying to find something you did wrong
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
to live in this non-sense.
Don't think I'm the one who is talking
to you today
it's the Autumn, you know my dear,
who is asking for you to come.
I guess you are comfortable there,
I won't make you stand up,
but if you are too in yellow and brown
please accept me this last dance.
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Let's take a walk round the milky way,
around a start you called my name.
Marshmallow pies we used to taste
inside a boat down the river lane.
Let's take a ride on the river lane
inside the boat I heard your name.
Marshmallow pies we used to taste
while on a walk round the milky way.
You used to enjoy all those days and those nights
inside of our world of looking glass ties,
with tangerine trees and marmalade skies, oh oh.
Singing Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Sit on a cloud and paint your hair
of golden rows of shower rain
Newspaper taxis will melt again
inside our world of purple rain.
You used to enjoy all those days and those nights
inside of our world of looking glass ties,
with tangerine trees and marmalade skies, oh oh.
You used to enjoy all those days and those nights
inside of our world of plasticine bands,
as I'm looking through your kaleidoscope eyes, oh oh.
Singing Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Singing Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
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9. |
The Man in the Hour
03:39
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In days like today with winter inside out
and winter inside in I like to lie in bed
and close my eyes
trying to recall words I once forgot from the man I can't forget.
And I feel myself walking through the haze,
eyes closed but moon shining upon my face.
I count every minute, I count every hour,
I count the seconds as petals from a flower,
but useless as it is, still remember him,
the man for whom clocks where like feathers for a bird.
And I think I've tried enough to have the mysterious power
but it's so hard to be the man who lives in the hour.
I've lost count of days I've been measuring time
my brain is going to explode
and my heart is about to stop.
'Cause no matter if at bed or walking through the haze,
eventually time will end anyways.
How long is this going to last?
It's just that I'm tired of living in past.
I count every minute, I count every hour,
I count the seconds even if it's to sour.
But I think it's the moment for me to realize
it's better to be me than keep wasting time
Which I've used to much trying to have the mysterious power,
but its so hard, hey
I am still not the man who lives in the hour.
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10. |
Stardust
02:43
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I don't know what you want to come down here and talk to me.
I don't know what you want to come down here and sit down for me
once again
And the night will crumble down your tears and your eyes,
and the stardust from the moon through your hair and your smile.
A candle with a flame so intense to see you.
The night without the shades right behind the courtain to see
your silhouette
And the night will crumble down your tears and your eyes,
and the stardust from the moon through your hair and your smile,
and the bright sound of the stars you will sing for you and I
goes like that;
La la la la la la...
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