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Leonie's Dreams
04:33
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Leonie's not OK when she's alone,
She calls me twice a day with what she's got,
She only wants to play and choke me out,
Telling me not to move out of the past.
Leonie's not alive, she's flesh and bones.
She dreams of taking back the olden days.
She dreams of what we were and miles away,
Telling me not to move out of the past.
Leonie's dreams are iron, but she's tiny and so frail.
Her trouble took my heart when she forgot she had that name.
She's waiting in her bedroom turning silver into dust.
Her trouble took my heart when she forgot she had that thrust.
Where will be her past when she wakes up?
She's learning to lose track of idle time.
'Cause she can't seem to sink and fall asleep,
She's losing just an imaginary deep.
Following the ancients but she's lonely as a run.
She calls herself awake but she forgot to set the sun.
She's waiting in her bedroom turning dawn into dusk.
Her trouble took my heart, She forgot she had that thrust.
'Cause Leonie's dreams are iron.
Leonie's dreams are iron.
She dreams of what we were and miles away,
She's telling me not to move out of the past.
ʻCause Leonie's dreams are iron.
Leonie's dreams are iron.
She dreams of what we were and miles away,
she's telling me not to move out of the past.
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Mindscape
04:08
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I know that feeling when it's falling in my eyes,
A wave of reeling from the pressure that's inside.
The numbers take the other's stand,
It's just a fallen ladder to the stars again.
If I could be on time I'd never think I was,
For when I wake up and I know it's just this buzz
wearing at my everything,
I'm holding on to what the others think is absolute.
Sleep in the waking of yet another one,
My mind's not back where it started from,
And it talks to myself, and I'm off.
To releasing the weight of where I had started from,
This could not be what I'm running on,
And my head can't escape from its own.
If it's a picture then I see outside the frame,
Is it your illusion that you cannot do the same?
I wonder when it's special,
With everything so different how'd you know what special is?
Sleep in the waking of yet another one,
My mind's not back where it started from,
And it talks to myself, and I'm off.
To releasing the weight of where I had started from,
This could not be what I'm running on,
And my head can't escape from its own.
Sleep in the waking of yet another one.
Sometimes when my hands switch hands,
They reach to the center, I reach to the middle
of the thin line where I thought I would be,
Thought I'd become,
Come of me.
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Leather
04:36
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You took me through the night,
a wind was turning,
It's all you said today.
From the distance we were sharing hand lines,
the fall moving away.
It's the sky of leather,
It's the sound of water.
Then I entered a long path unwinding,
Flies lit the log with fires in their back.
Everywhere you lived for me
was just another ending, another end, oh.
It's the sky of leather,
It's the sound of water.
It seems to be another type of hearing,
a long and thickened stay.
From the distance we were sharing hand lines,
the fall moving so further away.
Can we go back to the sky of leather?
It'll be alright when it's together.
Can we go back to the sky of leather?
We'll be alright when it's together.
Can we go back to the sky of leather?
It's not a lie we seek some pleasure.
Where did you go today, where did you go today my love?
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4. |
Anything Else
04:01
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The pressure of trying to sleep pulls on her brow,
She is folding in.
Moving the fit to the wee hours.
Her throat seems to cease fire in these thoughts aloud,
He begins to rest,
Soothing an unborn whisper,
When she lost the ability to
Do anything else to herself,
Can’t you do anything?
A far-fetched sensation moved them far behind,
Such a shallow ground.
Safety buddies are hard to find.
I wonder how long you’ll sing these ghosts away
With just a string of words.
Speaking your unborn whisper,
Before you lose the ability to
Do anything else to yourself,
Can’t you do anything?
Elle oublie que la terre est ronde,
Elle ne voit que la nuit dans son ombre.
Au depart pour un autre monde,
Elle oublie que la terre est ronde.
(Elle se perd dans un ciel rouge et sombre.)
She had wanted to make the world round and
He had wanted to guard her in slumber.
He could not have been her fix won over,
She could not take the weight of her shoulders.
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5. |
No Country
04:05
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You let it all out 'cause you never really had a doubt,
with all the commotion you're pulling away from the crowd.
So you let it all out but you never know when it's too loud.
I like the things you put into my head,
And so I'd like to meet you once before it's dead.
I hope you like the things I put into your head,
Your head's
this way.
With all the brand new things stirring up inside your eye,
You don't understand why the roads never seem aligned.
So you let it all out but you never know when it's too loud.
You see, I like the things you put into my head.
And so I'd like to meet you once before it's dead.
I hope we get to dance again before it's dead.
It's dead, delayed,
delayed.
All meters, I'm sorry, I'll lead us to no country,
All seasons, disrupted, forever will exhaust it.
All meters, I'm sorry, I'll lead us to no country,
All seasons, disrupted, forever will exhaust it.
So you let it all out 'cause you never really had a doubt,
with all the commotion you're pulling away from the crowd.
You see, I like the wings you put into my head,
I hope we get to dance again before it's dead.
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GRAND BAIN Los Angeles, California
melancholy / indie rock
Erica von Trapp/
Jules de Gasperis
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