1. |
River Faustian
03:26
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Look into my eyes and you'll see that it's true,
I don't have the faith that I used to
In my fellow man, where'd we go so wrong?
Sold our souls down the River Faustian...
And the bones are starting to show
A train full of coal, might bring you riches,
But won't fill that hole in yourself
That you still try to fill,
with diamonds and broken things and the animal you kill and still...
you swing so low
Look into my eyes and you'll see that it's true,
I don't have the faith that I used to
In my fellow man, where'd we go so wrong?
Sold our souls down the River Faustian
And the bones are starting to show
And you don't accept your role
in the genocide of native tribes or the country as a whole
And its sick how you feel so absolved
just cause the the trees your reaping from
aren't from seeds you've sewn or so...
We've been told
Look into my eyes
Look into my eyes
Look into my eyes...
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2. |
Split + Divide
02:21
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I don't know why, I never do
Keep my options open
You're looking at life with other views
That you don't care to mention
It's not like I never tried
To open myself up
Split it and divide..
You can't do that with love
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3. |
Sand Dunes
02:54
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The sun set, right there behind you
Light as a sand dune
Before I knew just where I couldn't go
How could I know?
That your eyes,
they looked into mine
Still i don't know why i couldn't see
when you looked at me..
It's been a while since i've been with you,
and all i can think is what could i do?
To make you see me for what I want to be,
not was is left,
it's not what i've meant..
When the sun set right there behind you
bright as a sand dune
before I knew where I couldn't go
well how could I know?
It's been a while since i've been with you
Alll I can think is what could I do?
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4. |
The Thief
03:03
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I checked in with my demons,
to see if they were still alive
They're kinda like bed bugs
the way they seem to thrive
out of sight, without feed
oh it's been a long time
but they hang on with a death grip
as I hold on like a child
And oh..
Tell me what I need
Cause I know but i'd like to hear it from my thief
I checked in with my demons
to see if they were still alive
they're kinda like lead slugs
they way that they collide
with my life at such speed
oh it's been a long time
but they fly by to their death hits
as I watch on like a child
And oh..
Tell me what I need
Cause I know but i'd like to hear it from my thief
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5. |
Spawn for the Angler
03:11
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Just what am I doing?
Why can't I see?
You keep yourself and your powers
for other men to bleed
And it's not what I imagined
I'd ever let myself be
more spawn for the angler
without light shining on thee
It's a dark power you require to feel free
And all I want is happy,
happy for you and me
We gave each other laughter
and then you took it with such glee
it's not what i imagined
i'd ever let myself be
more spawn for the angler
without light shining on thee
It's a stark reminder of our animality
Just what am I doing?
Why can't I see?
You keep yourself and your powers
for other men to bleed
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6. |
Echoes
03:54
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Well i'll be waiting like an echo
to return your loving if it is so..
But you were unsure, you were scared
as I held you closely i was unprepared..
for the lightning in the air
so far, so silent, til it's ring in your ears
But i'll be waiting, like an echo
To return your loving if it is so...
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7. |
Waltz Montreal
02:24
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The streets feel more like humans do
walking down park avenue
a wooden box of ripened fruit
and everything in French
and your lips taste more like honeydew
as i recall our rendezvous
charting out higher pursuits
with everything in French
And let me carry away
those troubles that bay
troubles made small
dancing the waltz Montreal
And amber pours down honeyed hills,
come on babe we've got time to kill
maybe find some old time thrill
maybe something in French
And let me carry away
those troubles that bay
troubles made small
dancing the waltz Montreal
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Max S. Porter Sydney, Australia
songwriter
singer
dark ambient folk
lofi
sydney australia
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