Cold Concrete​
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Intro
Moving through this life my world was sound,
I woke from a sweet dream with no house, no ease, no future.
I would sooner be right in the hands of death itself,
Than up there screaming and hopeless in exile on a street.
All comfort and safety seem far from me.
All that remains is myself and the danger of the city...​
Verse 1
My bag is full to the brim,
Clothes, a towel, and a toothbrush.
I bid farewell to civilisation,
My new dear friend is wilderness.
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Now the street is my new dwelling,
The street lamps are my portion.
Terror strikes my inner organs,
I am an exile without a course.
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My eyes are darting in all places,
I cannot see any swift resolution.
Where to find food and clean water?
This is what my mind is consumed by.
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Looking at me are the people on the road,
"What destitute man is coming now?'
I am a doomed one with no value at all,
nor documents of recognition.
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Chorus
I lie down on the cold concrete,
(Late in the night)
Without walls without warmth without wealth,
(dangerous work)
Without news of when it will end,,
(There are no signs of hope)
It is dark in the big city,
Shall I even carry on?
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Verse 2
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I was cut from the pure people,
I am now a leper with no renown.
From me was taken my white cloak,
My disposition is totally lost.
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I am now with the benches,
With the cold rain of winter.
I am a tree subject to hard winds,
Leaves are being pulled out of me.
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I am a statue which is eternally lost,
A dolmen of the day.
My senses are grey now,
Where is the favor of God?
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The man is moving past me
Without paying any attention.
I am condemned with no king or queen,
No sign of a fast-acting angel.
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Chorus
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Verse​ 3
The concrete is cold today,
I have a dead pain in my mind,
I am crushed and exhausted,
Only the devil is on my side.
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A small invisible cell,
Binds my feet from every corner.
I am walking without respite,
Will I ever get a rest?
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I have no care for the news,
Nor the important matters of the age,
I take an interest only in a place of hope,
I need a sanctuary of quiet.
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The trees are shaking,
The sky is assailing me.
There is a dull stormy pain,
The cold concrete is my hardship.
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Chorus
Outro
Well,
I am an exile now,
A ghost of the night,
Condemned to the concrete.
I am lost and without product.
(Lost...Broken)
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Friends,
We are all playing a game,
In which the one who falls...
(Is put down into the fires of hell)
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Poor Child ​
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Verse 1
There is a lighthouse ahead
The white shore
And you will survive
Another night, child.
Your clothes are drenched
Your arms are bruised
But there is hope
In the eyes of your parents.
Chorus
Poor child,
You are tired
With blood on your foot
You are on dry land.
You will be safe tonight
You will have food and water
You have done nothing wrong
The waves are gone now.
Verse 2
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From this time on
There are no explosions
And the sound of the gun
Is far away now, child..
This is your new land
After a long journey
I am sorry that you are not given
The hundred thousand welcomes.
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Chorus
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Terrorist
Verse 1
So far away from the face of your terrorist
That’s good news
That’s great to hear.
There is still pain in your paths
And he lives there
In a dark place in your heart.
So scared
So long
Your nerves are on fire
Your lovely limbs are suffocated.
Verse 2
Through the pain of a thousand demons
You were moving with strength
To the step of light.
The voice of the night is deathly cold
Ruthlessly freezing
Process of death.
Under control of the tree of fear
Each person
Is a ghost
‘Shall I stay alive anyway?’
Chorus
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Your terrorist
Is losing his strength on the large ocean
And escaping you
You will live yet my dear.
I feel like something is coming out of me
But I don’t know what
But can I carry on with this
With this life
I don’t know
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Verse 3
You are now free from knives
And from mosquitos
Who were plundering your flesh.
But you are still pursued by wolves
Who have plunged their roots deep
In the abyss of your hands.
Alas!
The images
You have witnessed
It’s not clear
‘Why is there no respite here?
Chorus
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Outro
Despite that
you paid me
no attention at all.
You are a prayer
in the dark
of the night.
In the night
Last night
When the stars showed.
To me given
was knowledge of you
My dear.
And it was said
However hard
Is your path.
There is sense it in
There is meaning to it
There is a road and a plan.
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Your strength is more
Inside you
Than this distraction that you face.
Your mind
Is a diamond,
My Dear.
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Phase​
Verse 1
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Baby well you almost drowned
Your clothes were all around
I saw you melting down.
You are going to find your sound
I know it’s tough as hell
But you’ll survive this town.
You have the movements
You have the costume
And don’t you worry you will see us all again.
Do you remember when I used to call you?
Bridge
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You’d play me all the music you heard that day
And you’d send me the videos too to play
And you’d ask me what I think about the dress you had on.
Chorus
You’ll never know
What’s beyond this phase
But I promise you
You’ll come back to life again.
You’ll never know
What’s beyond this maze
But I promise you
You will feel the fire again.
Verse 2
The stories of your Instagram
They show me you’re at home
You haven’t left at all.
But the stories that you really need
Are ones you’ll make outside
Of those air-tight walls.
You have the keys to
The dirty city
You‘ve seen it all but there is so much more to feel.
Do you remember when I used to call you?
Bridge
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You’d play me all the music you heard that day
And you’d send me the videos too to play
And you’d ask me what I think about the dress you had on.
Chorus
You’ll never know
What’s beyond this phase
But I promise you
You’ll come back to life again.
You’ll never know
What’s beyond this maze
But I promise you
You will feel the fire again.
Digital
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Intro
You create wings that bring you through the sky,
You swim on radio-waves to strangers of the abyss.
You project your eyes onto the skies at your ease,
You carve your name on the ether.
Watch your skin
your mouth
and the valleys.
Your senses
the ground
the stars
and your bones.
Because friend
Without soul
We are lost
Without soul
We are dead
Without soul….
(We are jealous of you)
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Verse 1
Will there be touch
hand to hand?
Will there be the sport
of two lovers?
Will the eye
still be on the sky?
Bright colours
glistening on the grass?
Will there be taste
on the lips of your lover?
The sweetness of honey
between a man and a woman?
Will there be the forest
and the brown leaf?
The birds of the summer
surpassed by nothing?
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Chorus
Humans
How well you have developed
Down on the grounds of earth.
But do not lose
What was made in you:
The things that make you human.
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Break
It is pulling me in:
This digital world here.
It’s lights are so beautiful
I don’t think I will ever leave.
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Verse 2
Will there be the view
through the valleys still?
Beautiful winding rivers,
the lowing of cattle?
Will there be hot food
and cool water?
Gusts of wind
through the country outside?
Will there be flutes
and the pedal harp?
Will the bass-line
thunder under the voice?
Will there be the cold
in the dark winter?
The heat of the summer
and the autumn that follows?
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Chorus
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Outro
Oh how I adore my senses
The lights of the world
Breaking into them.
My nerves
Flashing
Like stars.
Me the angel
Me the animal.
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I can't escape her
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Verse 1
The sun's haze creates
a prism in the dew.
The new vision beget
My eyes anew.
Did I just grow two
all-encompassing wings?
Or
Did I just see
that which was always there?
Chorus
I can't escape from her
because she is in total control
of my senses.
X2
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Verse 2
I see a green river
that has never hit me before.
My hands, in the earth
digging to
the center of gravity.
Technicolor visions
all around our head.
Is it truth
or dreams
that is dancing inside us?
Chorus
I can't escape from her
because she is in total control
of my senses.
X2