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Consensual Longing
06:58
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There's a house on the hill, the trees covered in sun
But Maureen stood and stared, like a child on the run
Baring your soul will lead you nowhere
Out of sight, broken and bare.
There's a house on the hill, swings covered in snow
But Maureen stood and stared as if she had nowhere to go
An abundance of dreams, at the hind of nowhere
Out of mind, brazen and broken and rare.
Where the starry fields grow wider
And the rest is sinking
Where the heart grows lighter
I do my blue-sky thinking
But I've got nothing to my name
Nothing, but an angry letter
That would struggle to compose a madman's mind
And they'd say that it's a shame
To be traveling in this weather
For a king and his valley of the blind, this time.
Where the concrete walls grow colder
And the starry fields are burning
While I watched us growing older
I found no use in yearning
Still, I’ve got nothing to my name
But some cigarettes and grazes
And it certainly amazes me how
I'm still so awfully the same
Personalities and phases
But excuse me, sir, I'm only passing by this time.
Oh, there was snow on the top of the hill
While children at sea were still gasping for air
We were children who leaped from the swings
While making up names for the children we'll bear.
Now some fall down the stairs, some are tied to a chair
Sometimes lovers will scare, sometimes sirens will blare
Between truth and a dare, between one and a pair
Sometimes seconds will feel like they are moving fucking nowhere
And then others will stare as they break into a prayer
They will tell you to smile, they'll be brushing your hair
And it never is fair, how we tend to compare
The loss and the pain.
Now I'm a mountain soaked in 26 days of the rain.
Maureen, they are selling your place now
Where you stayed with your mother for days now
And she said, 'Once she's off our beaten track,
she might never find her way back.'
Maureen, they will lower the swings now
Where you swayed with your father for years now
And he said, 'Once she is gone and her mind starts to roam,
she might never wander back home.'
'And once she's lost all sense of belonging
I'll wonder which heart I've been wronging,
We'll go on, consensually longing.'
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2. |
When I Find God
03:24
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When I find god
Or they find me
What will I see
Will I believe
Will I just stand
Or will I plead
When I find God.
Will there be time
To live undone
Will it be just
Yet still unsung
Will we still laugh
Or will we run
Will there be time?
They say don't break
Don't blink an eye
So many failed
And still they tried
To find their way
And when they lie
They might find God.
So many failed
But if they tried
They might find God.
When my time comes
To say goodbye
Will I be brave
Or will I cry
Ain't it the same
We're only wise
When our time comes.
Ain't it the same
We're only wise
When our time comes.
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I thought of a thousand ways to say goodbye
But I found a million ways of how I love you
And good love was wasted on the sad
Not quite ready to face it, baby don’t get mad.
We spoke of a thousand lives we’ve yet to lead
But somehow it seems I still haven’t found the one worth living
A good dream was wasted on a fear
Now I’m too worn out to chase it, so I’ll stay right here.
Stay here
Where I ain’t all that his
Stay here
Where love ain’t all there is.
Right here
He traded all once-good
Right here
Not knowing if I could.
Not knowing if I could.
Stay here
A dream nor mine nor his
We fear
A love that’s all there is.
I hear
You traded all once-good
Right here
Not knowing if I could.
Stay here
Not knowing if I could.
You spoke of a thousand hearts you’ve yet to meet
But failed to mend the one you’ve been giving
They’re too young to race ‘em for you dear
A good dream you can chase ‘em
But I’ll stay right here.
You came to stay, then waved to say goodbye
Yet failed to find the words, to say you love me
The good love lies wasted in my bed
Too far gone to taste it, baby, please don’t get mad.
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Paul was a stand-up guy
He tried to be relatable
He got a dog, he bought a house
He swam in an inflatable
Pool
A white-collar fool.
Jane owned a flower shop
She tried to be mysterious
She had a few addictions
And a couple of delirious
Friends
Who wanna see how this all ends
Who wanna find out who to blame
When the world comes crashing down
On Paul & Jane.
Well, it takes two
To be one too many
Why can’t we be more like George & Jenny?
Well, nothing & nobody’s gonna save us from the rain.
Paul always got his money’s worth
But wished he was an altruist
He had some problems with himself
But none were worth his therapist’s
Time
To living in line!
Jane found herself at 35
Still waiting on that record deal
She was short on friends she liked
But never thought that one day she’ll
Mind
How they watch her life unwind
How they searched for one to blame
When the world came crashing down
On Paul & Jane
Is it us
Or is it life
That’s getting in the way
I’d love me
To be quiet too
But I’ve got so much to say
Is it fear
Or seasons change
You’re not the one I’ve known
But should I hear
Your sweet heart break
I’d feel it as my own
What if we have gone insane
What if none of us remain
When the world comes crashing down
On Paul & Jane
Well, it takes two
To be one too many
Why can’t we be more like George & Jenny?
Well, nothing & nobody’s gonna save us.
It takes two
To be one too many
Well, you know what? Fuck both George & Jenny
Well, nothing & nobody’s gonna save us.
We’re the only ones who’re gonna save us.
Nothing & nobody’s gonna save us from the rain.
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5. |
Red and Teal
05:10
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When yellow pond lilies are fading to teal
One glance, and you’ll know
The blue that I feel
We sit on the bench; we laugh off the time
One glance, and I’ll know
That I’m yours and you’re mine
When winds blowing backwards are kissing the sky
One glance, and you’ll learn
Who’s saying goodbye.
Should it rain upon our street, for a day maybe two
I’ll save some for me
But what’s in it for you?
When eyes painted red grow heavy with time
One glance, and you’ll see
If they’re yours, if they’re mine
We laughed every color, all burgundy-blues
One glance and I’ll see
Who’ll bloom and who’ll bruise
Should Marsha and Malcolm once sit on a cloud
Oh, I’ll vow you the world
I will promise out loud
Should hands of a woman be turning the wheel
I’ll find something new
Something red, something teal
When years, days, and hours are running away
One glance, and you’ll feel
Who’ll go and who’ll stay
I watched a heart wither and die on the vine
I stopped and I felt
The one that’s waiting in line
When yellow pond lilies are fading to teal
One glance, and you’ll know
The blue that I feel
We sit on the bench, at the crossing of time
One glance, and I’ll know
That I’m yours and you’re mine
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3:rma Maribor, Slovenia
ɜ:rma is an original project established by Urška Supej (guitar) and Maša But (vocal), which builds a bridge between music and poetry and discusses topics such as feminism, relationships, faith…
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