1. |
Inside The Dawn
01:46
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Gently now you lift the blinds -
a swirl of sea and sky entwined.
Is it true that every day it comes,
or maybe this could be the first time?
Is this how the world looks on the inside?
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2. |
On Air
02:20
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Standing there -
shoulders squared -
propped against your sparkling sense of humour.
I'd best sit down - I have nothing to lean on.
Walking through -
your steps so true -
guided by an air less gilded than mine.
Winning me over's not much of a fight.
Speaking clear,
but all I hear
is the sound of a hundred thousand heavens.
I once was lost but now I am found.
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3. |
Proper Stranger
03:48
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You've already found love -
you come to me for comfort,
but I'm a little too close -
too close for just comfort.
But how could you know?
You've never been alone.
Oh no, you've never been alone.
Oh no, you've never been alone
in the night time.
I'm not someone who knows -
I'm just the one who's learning
inside you there's aching,
but aching is not yearning.
But how could you know?
You've never been alone.
Oh no, you've never been alone.
Oh no, you've never been alone
for a lifetime.
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4. |
Mountains
02:56
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You search to find it, but it's still here -
but it's never been further away
and further every day.
It's kept in yearbooks and in old journals
and in the back of an old yellow car
on the scrapheap mountains
where the radio plays somewhere in time.
It's in the song that you used to whistle
on your way back from Spring Break '75 -
it made you feel alive.
It's in the comfort of old sweaters.
It's in the spring-scent air.
It's everywhere you're losing hair
and it grows now with every day ending -
it's in your closing eyes.
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5. |
I Am A Watercolour
04:30
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I have been momentary.
I'm a luxury.
I'm a watercolour, darling -
I wash off.
I am no have-to-have,
no wild flowers in the hall,
no cherubs in the garden,
no dreams at all.
The sum of yourself is always there -
naked and singular - a wall -
solid and monumental, darling,
just waiting for the call
and I give you permission -
I give you back your heart -
and I give you permission -
I give you back your heart.
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6. |
Moonpond
01:54
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Moonpond.
Mondteich!
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7. |
The Small Time
02:52
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the small time
is big enough
the small time
is big enough
come home
come home
home again
the lights that shine
are lights that blind
no light
no light at all
the lights you know
forever glow
come home
home again
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8. |
Stephen Song
03:22
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I woke up at five o'clock when the phone rang.
I didn't miss much that afternoon by being asleep -
quiet rooms, dirty carpet, dim light.
A grey dust settles on all the stupid things we decide to keep.
I notice how my hand leaves fingerprints on the receiver -
how my voice gets faintly echoed in the earpiece.
Outside my door your shuffling steps are the beats of memories:
border crossings, giggling, record sleeps,
and knowing smiles when we each read.
The future is the bottom of a swimming pool.
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9. |
Charmer
03:23
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Where do you go,
where do you turn
when the world turns away?
It turns anyway.
What do you see,
how do you feel
when there's nothing to feel
but the space around your hands?
"I know it's hard my friend"
is all the wisdom I can muster.
Another night,
another day,
another chance to take and lose
as the world turns away.
Another dream
of another life
as you pull the shadows around like a puff -
it's another night
and you want to be wanted
more than anything else in the world.
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10. |
Postcard
04:03
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The sky is clear,
the wind is warm,
summer's here
and the water's calm.
I'm alright.
I don't need you here.
I'm alright
just knowing.
Sometimes
just knowing
is alright.
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11. |
Wieder
02:08
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12. |
Haystack
02:18
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She pulled off her stilettos and we fell into the haystack
and I found a needle and she pulled her sleeve back
and I crashed into her rash skinning upper arms leaving tire tracks
to give her the rush of a flash on trash.
Honey in the morning the beasts are singing
and the birds are stinging in an open-air surgery.
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13. |
Always Talking
03:38
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14. |
KW2
04:33
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15. |
Charmer (Part Two)
06:21
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16. |
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I have been momentary.
I'm a luxury.
I'm a watercolour, darling -
I wash off.
I am no have-to-have,
no wild flowers in the hall,
no cherubs in the garden,
no dreams at all.
The sum of yourself is always there -
naked and singular - a wall -
solid and monumental, darling,
just waiting for the call
and I give you permission -
I give you back your heart -
and I give you permission -
I give you back your heart.
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17. |
Donlea Roads
01:00
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18. |
Easy, Tiger
05:00
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Another silent moment slides past...
gliding through the shadows cast
by the swaying trees outside -
brushing words aside -
and bathed in light
lies a perfect world.
If some things are better left unsaid,
for others there is no language.
If some things are better left unsaid,
for others there is no language.
There is no language.
There is no language.
There is no language.
There is no language.
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19. |
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I have been momentary.
I'm a luxury.
I'm a watercolour, darling -
I wash off.
I am no have-to-have,
no wild flowers in the hall,
no cherubs in the garden,
no dreams at all.
The sum of yourself is always there -
naked and singular - a wall -
solid and monumental, darling,
just waiting for the call
and I give you permission -
I give you back your heart -
and I give you permission -
I give you back your heart.
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20. |
Charmer (Charmless Mix)
03:09
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Where do you go,
where do you turn
when the world turns away?
It turns anyway.
What do you see,
how do you feel
when there's nothing to feel
but the space around your hands?
"I know it's hard my friend"
is all the wisdom I can muster.
Another night,
another day,
another chance to take and lose
as the world turns away.
Another dream
of another life
as you pull the shadows around like a puff -
it's another night
and you want to be wanted
more than anything else in the world.
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21. |
On Air (Less Moe Mix)
02:19
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Standing there -
shoulders squared -
propped against your sparkling sense of humour.
I'd best sit down - I have nothing to lean on.
Walking through -
your steps so true -
guided by an air less gilded than mine.
Winning me over's not much of a fight.
Speaking clear,
but all I hear
is the sound of a hundred thousand heavens.
I once was lost but now I am found.
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22. |
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I have been momentary.
I'm a luxury.
I'm a watercolour, darling -
I wash off.
I am no have-to-have,
no wild flowers in the hall,
no cherubs in the garden,
no dreams at all.
The sum of yourself is always there -
naked and singular - a wall -
solid and monumental, darling,
just waiting for the call
and I give you permission -
I give you back your heart -
and I give you permission -
I give you back your heart.
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The Linger Effect St John's, Newfoundland and Labrador
Reputedly abandoned as an infant on the unforgiving permafrost of northeast Newfoundland and raised by sasquatch, TLE is the type of one-man music machine that arrives only once per generation. Velvety 6-string chuggalug, chilly Teutonic synth, Eurodisco, & Mancunian post-punk bound together by a sticky, spunky aplomb that only a lifetime of being switched on and streetwise can engender. ... more
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