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Lesion
02:36
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You won't dig out my roots,
I never will not be around,
These walls comprise my only mortal wealth,
Your ownership dispute never really left the ground,
So go quietly and I'll drink to your health,
The moments you think it's all OK are where you'll find me,
No duties, no deadlines, no decay and sleep is behind me now
Sit there if you wish, but that seat will keep my form,
And a thousand idle years won't alter such,
You're no more than a glitch, a lesion on the norm,
A point brought home by every frozen touch
The moments you think it's all OK are where you'll find me,
No duties, no deadlines, no decay and sleep is behind me now
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2. |
Bliss
02:17
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3. |
Made
03:45
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4. |
Tarragona
02:55
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My case will stay beneath my bed,
What I wear now will have to do,
Delays are no concern anymore,
My flight involves no queue
A moment of grit, a last word from grief,
then I'm back there with you and I won't have to leave this time
At the dying of the light, is where my day will begin,
Dark nights will fall no more,
At the dying of the light.
The height won't spoil my view this time,
Falling down will hurt no more,
Now in sight, those tangled streets will be mine,
No shame, no fear, no law
And I'll have you in my arms by the remnants of Rome,
the sea and the feeling I've before been home
At the dying of the light, is where my day will begin,
Dark nights will fall no more,
The moment I cease to fight, is where I surely will win,
So with hands held high I depart.
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5. |
Sleep Tight
03:43
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Easy work, no thought involved;
fly the flag and flay who doesn’t cheer.
Stood beside, it’s any other job,
but take three paces back and the principle is clear;
if you’re scared already, sleep tight and rest assured
there’s not much else to fear.
The sober drum keeps my hands in time,
the chauvinistic chants remind me who I am.
So drone along; no one here will criticise if every
voice is flat and no one can remember how the
tune used to go.
Don’t waste time trying to find your own refrain.
Drown out the stir of what could be your leitmotif
by joining in the universal strain.
More than glad to yield to any tide,
and any ship will do as long as it’s been blessed.
I don’t care which coast we crawl toward
as long as I can dance to my request.
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6. |
A Light Goes Out
05:00
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7. |
Repeat Myself
02:52
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The unfilled hours, the points never made,
Blessings counted on one thumb,
Honey sours, having never found a worthy tongue
Half raised towers, the abondoned grade,
The minutes distance left to run,
Sunless flowers, summers chorus left unsung
Failure teaches just one thing,
Pass the baton while you can,
Words ran out so I repeat myself...
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8. |
Dent
03:40
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I know not for what presentient sins I landed here,
but few crimes warrant so severe a fine.
So, brave face aside, I shall now decry
the time and place to which I’ve been assigned.
On a clear day you can almost see the fence,
but what lies outside in no way touches us.
The filthy ceiling curbs any daring upward glance,
and I know it’s only time before the floor betrays my
trust.
A smart boy never fails if he observes the golden rule;
smart boys never venture past mundane.
Aspiration beckons us to new plateaus of cruel,
because a wealth of worth is won when one is
watching others’ wane.
I wear my ignorance with pride knowing nothing’s on
my side.
I care for only low renown, showing nothing I can
hide, because home is where the hands that break
my fall will break my heart, making sure I know full
well...
My best won’t make a dent, so I loiter with intent to
do the worst I can and so they say my best won’t
make a dent…
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9. |
He Who Laughs Last
02:50
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Your chiefs are in control,
They say practise hard and maybe there'll be room,
On the stage that we've set,
But no good ever came, from a stake on fame,
You see there's only ever one winner, kid,
And he's waiting at the curve accumulating higher ground
Waiting for the jeers to die down,
Cos he who laughs last knows he's right
Strap in for this one you once advised,
And how right you were;
the truth is rarely something you can sit through,
No good ever came from an unharmed name,
Hats off to he who gives 'em something to burn,
And he's waiting at the curve accumulating higher ground
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10. |
No Pressure
03:02
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Rest easy, I'm sure they don't mean you,
Pay no mind,
Stay seated, I'm sure it's not your call
Don't worry, someone else will take the slack,
False alarm,
No pressure, feel free to be unmoved
But maybe they've seen you around,
Maybe they've plans for the ground where you stand,
And maybe they've already drowned out your voice
I guarantee you won't be to blame,
'til someone throws a dart in your name,
Relax, that day may never arrive,
And maybe someone else takes your dive
So no pressure, no force will be applied,
No pressure, feel free to stand aside.
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11. |
A Pattern Appears
02:32
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Minutiae shields me from the kind of scares that I don't need,
It's best they burn what those who know too much what have you read,
A circle, a line, and a pattern appears,
Pay no regard to the questions you hear,
Keep calm and carry on
Kicks I chose became a tame routine on me conferred,
And, though the sloganeers may disagree,
Love's no way like the wayward bird
A circle, a line, then a pattern appears,
The low and unbroken droning of gears,
A circle, a line, and a pattern appears,
Milestones well lit, and appeasingly near,
Past those, you're on your own.
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Mynas Barnsley, UK
Mynas began trading as a three-piece in 2007, and have been steadily gathering mass ever since, currently weighing in with
six members.
Fronted by vocal deity Lady Sarah Evans and led by misanthropic guitarist Del Scott Miller, Mynas are no more happy than when up to their eyes in bespoke chords and upbeat songs about murder, herd mentality and Catalonia.
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