1. |
enter your dream
01:55
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You are about to
enter your dream
with me,
a dream with me.
You are about to
enter your dream
with me,
dream with me.
See the world
like you've not seen
before with me,
you’ll dream with me.
And see the world
like you believe
it should be.
It should be.
Your dream.
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2. |
back home
06:04
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Don’t sail to me,
your troubled feet,
I got trouble my own.
I’m in the fleet of self defeat,
and I can’t find my way back home.
Don’t burden me
with your twisted dream,
you’re cutting all of the seams.
The way back home is lit with gold.
Now I hope I see you growing old.
The way back home is lit with gold.
Now I hope I see you in my dreams.
Don’t sail to me,
your troubled feet.
I got trouble my own.
I’m in the fleet of self defeat,
and I can’t find my way back home.
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3. |
where we roam
02:30
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Why can’t we live in the world together lately? Killing for things we own, dying so far from home. In the desert, that’s where we roam.
Why not retreat, to the land that is across the sea? It makes perfect sense to me.
You believe what you can see,
and you’re drowning in your childhood memories, you’re dying in your blessed apathy.
That which surrounds you,
you breathe in with the air.
That which confounds you,
you seem to never care about the world.
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4. |
lucidus somnium
02:49
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5. |
you are gone, so is she
06:12
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Many years ago,
on a warm summer night,
a throat was sliced
beneath the pale moon light.
Though the streets were calm
in the heart of the town,
she stood ten miles away
in a blood-drenched gown.
She slowly walked down to the river bed,
slipped off her dress
let down her long black hair.
And she’s lost in grief,
humming songs to the beach,
way out west Pacific Sea.
You are gone, so is she.
Blood was washed off her milk white skin,
and flowed down stream
erased her carnal sins.
She dressed herself in a pristine thread,
and walked to town,
took the first ride west.
While on the train a tear dripped from her eye, as she watched the hills gently roll on by.
I know she’s lost by the sea.
I know she’s awash in disbelief
in the west California breeze.
You’ve been gone, so has she.
Her mind was filled with regret and strife,
for the one she killed
was the love of her life.
As the weeks drew on without her face,
she slowly lost all of her charm and grace.
She walked through the streets
as though she had no name.
When she spoke
the wind always blew it away.
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6. |
methylin blues
06:08
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Like drops of dew,
my thoughts peruse
a blinking tune,
a sorrow moon,
the skin of you
beneath the moon.
The skin of you
beneath the moon
can mend and sooth,
and hide the truth.
Dreams of you
will never do,
in rotting shoes
the hollow moon and skin of you
can mend and sooth.
The skin of you
beneath the moon
can mend and sooth
and hide the truth,
I love you.
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7. |
confusing grave
02:45
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As I walk through the rain,
I can feel the stinging pain
as if you just died yesterday.
Can you push away the rain,
make the sun rinse off the pain.
Then I might feel okay
that I haven’t seen your grave since the day,
the balmy day that you were laid down,
the balmy day that you were laid down
in the birth of your days.
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8. |
suddenly running
04:13
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9. |
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Now you see me,
now you don’t,
I'll follow you home,
follow you home.
Now you see me,
follow me home.
See me,
follow you home,
follow you home,
follow you home.
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10. |
swimming in the reef
03:30
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With you I want to drift into my sleep,
and glide with you throughout all of my dreams. We’ll see the world as more than human beings, we’re twisted up around each others’ knees.
And I don’t want to sleep without you,
I don’t want to dream without you in my arms,
I love everything about you, in my dreams,
we’re perfect where we are.
My arms are wrapped up gently in your reach, forever we will sleep inside the reef.
In just a blinking eye, a shining gleam,
you throw me off the cliff for you to reap.
I don’t wanna sleep without you,
I don’t Wanna dream without you in my arms.
I love everything about you in my dreams,
we’re perfect where we are.
Perfect where we are.
Perfect where we are.
We’re perfect where we are.
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11. |
exit your dream
02:44
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