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Life
02:21
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Life as you know it, just became more meaningful
Life as we know it, just became more meaningful
It gives me something
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Caveat
04:10
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This song is a tribute to Werner Herzog
There’s a man with a vision
A fire burning deep inside
Got a Fitz in my head
320-ton steamship moving over the ridge
Brought a light to arouse my sense of wonder
Elicit curiosity
Come around to arouse my sense of wonder
Through the dense emerald green grove
Dancing on the edge of love
Life in the distance, calling now or never
In the light of the endless summer spent together
Where am I in the distance ?
Running up to the crater, the fury, the blaze, the flame
Life keeps rising, grass will grow again
Where am I in the distance ?
A fire burning deep inside of me
This fire burning deep inside of me
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Supersonic
02:57
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It’s not a lie, someday you’ll be fine
Can’t you see that I can’t feel your vibe when you’re ironic ?
Shut the damn door is not what I was looking for
Don’t you know that speaking your truth can be laconic ?
A shadow play of what you want to hide
Makes your secret supersonic
While dogs are crying to see your self destruction
The dogs are crying to see your self destruction
And your demons shout your sadness as a distraction
They make the dogs cry to see your own self destruction
In a shadow play of what you try to hide
Where your secret is supersonic
Paint your truth and the picture’s polychromatic
Voices echoing in your head, polyphonic
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4. |
Pacific Pearl
02:40
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I see myself in a broken mirror
Shattered through the prism of life
Away from you, away from me
A long distance call once in a while
Out of this hole and wave goodbye
A time to play, a time for me
Gonna think about taking some time away
Take some time some time away
It smells different in the springtime
Pacific pearl, Okinawa’s eye
It’s always summer somewhere
Lost in the dream to act alive
Sun sets in the west but won’t die tonight
I’ll break the view, I’ll break the plea
Should think about taking some time some time away
Take some time away
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5. |
In Waves
03:57
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Where did love choose to go?
He finally found the peace of mind
To articulate, in whispers-felt
How he now can weather tides
In spirals he’d go, parable junk, relentless
From depths to the shore, a craft-paper boat, defenceless
When did time choose to hide?
He’d finally found rhythm and stride
To articulate, to enunciate
And to realize
That it takes all this time, all it takes a tide, to come around
To enjoy the unknown, your own thoughts and talks, and feel around
Through love and time, as they come in waves
As love and time, just come in waves
I can’t tell you everything at once
These days were quite alright right me
Aging’s just fine taking on the bright side
These days were quite alright with me
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Are You There ?
02:51
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Keeping watch through the silent nights
To shield blooms from frost’s cruel bites
When they’re gone, they’re no second coming
Are you there when the night turns cold ?
Will you stand when the tale unfolds ?
Time will tell if we came for something
A thousand blazes till quarter to seven
Ashes cooling in the mourning sun
Words don’t come out, they’re spoken too softly
Are you there, is that you talking ?
There’s a field beyond the bridge
Apple trees dread springtime freeze as
Last year the yield was close to nothing
Are you there when light is gone
Will you stay, buds begin swelling
Land whispers secrets only farmers know
A cresting tide, sand descending
Beneath the shell, who do you long to be ?
Wavelength clash, each yearn for bonding
Are you there ? Are you there ?
Searching for a way to start a sincere talk
I’d like to see buds swelling
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Breathing
03:43
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Breathing
In the twilight's hue, a weary heart lies
The weight of sorrow, the spirit cries
Suffering fades when the will to endure
Is searching for the sun
The night was never young
Between you and I
The sandstorm will fade
I got tired of suffering
Breathing
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8. |
Old Town
02:06
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I remember when we used to sit in Old Town
Now the parties look the same, what’s with the funny face ?
So keep me awake
Just keep me awake
I remember when we used to sit in old town
Will the forties look the same, what’s with the bloomy days ?
Just pretend we are still hanging in the old town
And let me dive into the stream that keeps me awake
Caught in the wake
Tell me stories, tell me things I’ve never heard
When we used to sit in old town
I remember when we used to sit in old town
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9. |
Another Day
02:41
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A lost tape revealed something
Familiar sounds buried in the past
A mum blames her clumsy son
For being clumsy
In his room, not understanding
Head in clouds
Glide to a new moon
Escape this lone room
It’s hard to give love when love was a poison
Another day alone
Another day in a broken home
Not understanding
Painting dreams with
Dancing words as
Trying to reach
The safety of a mum’s loving arms
Bound to agree
But sick of others
Born to lose
Stockholm syndrome
Another day alone
Another day on my own
Another day in a broken home
So I’ll just wait for another day
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10. |
Statue
03:07
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I built a statue, weathered outline
A wobbly base too, a fifty foot lie
Something to set my worshiping eyes on
No rope long enough to tear it down
Down to nothing
More than marble,a tale to be told,
A pile of stones, monuments fall
There’s no treason, don’t try to find
Another reason to keep it alive
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11. |
Sometimes
05:04
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Sometimes I’m lost in your eyes
Someday I’m a mile away
Concealed cracks and icecap hanging
Under Chipaev Peak I lost my way
I never felt so, I never did
Night wind howling, snowfall roaring
Saw my world crumble and fade away
Never reached the top, and never will
Sometimes I’m lost in your eyes
Someday I’m a mile away
Too wide at the edge of the world
Your love is the call that keeps me safe today
I hold on to it, I always will
Hear your voice in the whistle of the train
Can see your eyes from miles away
I carry them with me, in the blue of sky
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SPORT Lyon, France
We are an indie punk band from Lyon, France. Feel free to write us.
wearealoneinthisteam@gmail.com
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