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There is shells I care, looking at
while the tide rolls out, and the air
dries the curly tips,
of the hair that we share.
And when the wave returns,
chasing us through the hills we split,
pulling hair from our scalps and scream, losing part of our strength.
Here comes the new freedom
taking us on the fishing trail,
loneliness is an ally now
trampling on the seashells.
Watch out !
Burning trial coming out !
Take care !
Let that time going on !
Watch out !
Burning trial coming out !
Take care !
Let that time going on !
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I’ve never thought I knew you
but it’s been a while since I felt
dragged on your path
and I can not turn away.
You smell like under the pines,
your look so fresh and divine
is making me feel as a light over heights.
How many times will I feel
those who move the stones that’s
surrounding my soul.
You are the fifth that I recall
why that bite is even
sweeter than their own.
I keep walking behind you,
asking myself if it’s true
that I’m in love
otherwise I’m a fool.
You’re taking longer than me
keep turning back on your feels
cry and then smile
never give me to rest.
How many times will I feel
those who move the stones that’s
surrounding my soul.
You are the fifth that I recall
why that bite is even
sweeter than their own.
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3. |
Down the Stream
05:50
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Sitting in the sand while the storm is going on.
Better than a shower, freezing brain under the rain.
Scratching in the ground, digging deep under the tombs, feeling home.
Playing on the tape trying hard to leak us out.
Living on the edge, up the cliffs that never change.
Watching behind time, while waiting for the weather to be kind.
Hey you ! Where have you hide,
don’t tell me lies, it’s been a while
that you sail down on the stream,
looking for meanings, watching stars.
Turning on the way that you swam the other day.
Breathing in between, drowning low under the peal.
Growing nails and beards that wisdom’s giving us out of fear.
Hey you ! Where have you hide,
don’t tell me lies, it’s been a while
that you sail down on the stream,
looking for meanings, watching stars.
Hoping for the holy light, holy light, it’s all right.
Leaving off the beloved one, don’t bring you higher, don’t bring you more.
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I’m answering the call,
reaching the horizon,
seeing the picture beyond.
I look on the watch,
wondering for getting peace,
feeding the grown mind beside.
Telling myself to burn to the ground
all I’ve been learning to fear.
I fade in the ground,
then grab the mighty hand,
leaving the shadows behind.
I’m leaving the grief,
learning the secret tales,
that passed the wisdom before.
Telling myself to burn to the ground
all I’ve been learning to fear.
I follow the rules,
that death is inherent,
handling the spirit below.
I’m answering the call,
reaching the horizon,
seeing the picture beyond.
Telling myself to burn to the ground
all I’ve been learning to fear...
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5. |
Night Fruit
03:28
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All alone, keeping eyes on my phone...
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Memories
07:43
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There are memories you don’t quite know where they come from.
It’s like some kind of devil had put them here.
Violence ? Only fictions...
Could you be sure ? Remember !
There are memories you don’t quite know where they come from.
It’s like some kind of devil had put them here...
Memories throw up all kinds of
fucked up stories !
3×
Violence ? Only fictions...
Could you be sure ? Remember !
Car lights looking down on the pavement.
Dark drops falling off in(pas de A)silence.
Heartbeat warning life on the strike.
Red tears running down on the face.
Noise is blown the wind.
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Summer light through the tears is colorless.
Always dressed as a waitress she’s in rest.
Listening to the sound from outer space.
Turning knobs on the board for better gain.
Nothing works as the fact tells every time. Smoking while she’s driving back to her town.
Sweating off the feels of nothingness, seeking heat in the arms of loneliness.
Summer light through the tears is colorless.
Always dressed as a waitress she’s in rest.
Listening to the sound from outer space.
Turning wheel on the board for better gains.
Summer light through the tears is colorless
Turning wheel on the board for better gains...
Always dressed as a waitress she’s in rest
Turning wheel on the board for better gains...
Nothing works as the fact tells every time
Turning wheel on the board for better gains...
Smoking while she’s driving back to her town
Turning wheel on the board for better gains...
For better gains...
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Swear I love you Vevey, Switzerland
Catchy mélodies filed with nostalgia of Post-punk and Brit-pop, thats the promesses of Swear I love you.
From the wild
beauty of Swiss mountains to the none less real disillusion of modern life, this band bring back the ghost of 80’s romanticism with a pinch of enjoyable kitch.
For booking us: sweariloveyou_booking@ik.me
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