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Grey pilgrim
05:03
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There's no grey pilgrim coming to our aid
No Doctor in a blue box coming to save the day
No superhero wearing mask and cape
No unexpected horse ride coming in the nick of time
We are on our own and if you wait for the heavens above
To give you the answers, you got another thing
Never coming
They've been singing give me love and peace
Give me freedom, hey, buddy, did it come?
How long will you wait for the government
Or the abusive lover to mellow out and amend?
Begging "set me free" is a deep paradox in terms
If you want your dignity, fight for it
You have to grab it
When you wish upon the stars above
Choose carefully, most have been dead for centuries
And when you go to bed with a heart painfully loaded
Cry your heart out then get your guns out
For if no superpower will help you, well it also means
That no superpower can restrain you
Unless you allow it to
I'm feeling so alive
More than ever redefined
I've learned to love the light
The little flame frail and weak it seems
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icy breeze
But never will it die
Rats and cockroaches will gnaw
And spit upon your bones
Or lure you with fool's gold
They'll give you a monkey for your back
Your soul, they'll paint it black
That's just the way it goes
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Mud stories
04:02
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I won’t give in
I put fresh heart into myself
but I flee my thoughts
I won’t give in
I’ve sealed my mouth, won’t say a thing
at least not out loud
funny, I’d like to seduce you
funny how I feel
maybe I’m lost on the tough side
maybe this time it’s for real
but I would like to be
but funny things for you
I’ll manage a seven day working week
for your sake
as mary goes round on the playground
she is ever asking ever too much
I’m getting nervous
I hang around
it’s no big deal
I’ll sort it out
I’d like to tell you all my
mud stories
mud stories
mud on my raincoat still
much stories
mud stories
much on my raincoat still
mud stories
much fuss about a cheap thrill
I won’t give in
I have no chance
I’ll have enough with one romance
I’d like to tell you about my
mud stories
mud stories
mud on my raincoat still
much stories
mud stories
much on my raincoat still
mud stories
much fuss about a cheap thrill
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The frozen sea
04:45
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Come, fly with me across the frozen sea
We’ll find a place where the soul can be free
Come sail with me across the fields of green
Where tears will dry and lovers are redeemed
Our hearts will build a bridge across the cracks and rifts
And our souls will be free at last free to drift
Smiling like a child at innocence recovered
A garden where lovers can be smothered
Fear has turned our skies a filthy shade of grey
Guilt has made us slaves to this day
We’ve learned to love our chains and believe they were jewels
Oh how could we so worship their drool
Come ride with me across the frozen sea
We’ll find a place where lions can be free
Come sail with me across the fields of green
Your heart it is my lighthouse can’t you see?
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Tuscan rain
03:14
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I look out the window across the city
It's been raining for a week
Crowds of people look at their feet
Even Florence looks just bleak
Through this window I saw you were alone
Wish I could be by your side
You looked so lovely but there was no one around
Wish I took you in my arms
I just went back to bed feeling I shouldn't
But what would be the use
It should be summer but the overwhelming clouds
Leave us all sad and confused
Tuscany drowned in colourless haze
It is time to catch the train
Back to Brussels where the rain is a normal thing
Pour it down on me
To the familiar lukewarm air and sifted lights
That's where I feel free
Thinking of you and the things we wanted to do
Goodbye to the sun that never showed its face
I am leaving you today
It will remain a what if til the end of days
I wiil find you somewhere else
Look out from the window of a long distance train
The landscape becomes familiar
Look out from the window of a long distance train
Maybe I should take a nap
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Wish you were here
04:54
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In the city, a father searches for his son
He finds him as he's being kissed by a machine gun
Mother closes her eyes and thinks of her child
The only way she can make it through this endless night
Wish you were here
The stars above were not made brighter by my coming
Their glory won't be dimmed on the day that I'm leaving
And no one ever could explain simply and clearly to me
Why I was summoned here and why I'll have to leave
Wish you were here
I look around and see the war of each against all
They're trying to forget that in the end mud swallows us whole
Wish you were here
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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
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The Imaginary Suitcase Nivelles, Belgium
Folk/singer-songwriter duo led by a grumpy Belgian guy voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.
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